Haruki lay next to Sayaka, a mix of frustration and guilt simmering within him. He was so close, his body aching for release, but Sayaka had fainted, utterly spent from her shift and the intensity of her own climax. Staring at the ceiling, Haruki wrestled with unfulfilled desire, unable to bring himself to wake her or ask for more. He loved her too much to even consider it.

He looked at her sleeping face, peaceful, her breathing steady as she rested beside him. Sighing softly, he leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She had tried to meet his needs, but exhaustion had overwhelmed her before he could reach his own release, leaving him hanging, frustrated, and unfulfilled.

For a fleeting moment, Haruki considered finishing while she slept—just to ease the ache. But he dismissed the thought almost immediately. I can’t do that, he reminded himself, pushing it firmly from his mind. He cared too deeply for her to cross that line, no matter how strong the urge.

Instead, Haruki lay there, trying to calm himself, though his body still hummed with desire. Closing his eyes, he willed sleep to take over, hoping it would dissolve the tension. But he knew that part of him would remain restless, left wanting more than he could have.

With a quiet sigh, he climbed out of bed, frustrated and unsatisfied. He glanced back at Sayaka, her chest rising and falling gently. She deserves to rest, he thought, feeling guilty for his own unmet needs after seeing how tired she was.

Quietly, he pulled on a t-shirt and shorts, careful not to disturb her. Morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow around the room. Despite his attempts to shake off the lingering feeling, his mind kept drifting back to how close he had been to release, only to be left in suspense.

Where’s Kyouko? he wondered. Usually, she would be in the kitchen or exercising. He hadn’t seen her yet, and for some reason, her absence tugged at his curiosity.

A faint sound from outside—the rhythmic movement of someone stretching—caught his attention. Curious, Haruki made his way to the back door and peered into the garden. Sure enough, there was Kyouko, his mother-in-law, moving gracefully through her morning stretches.

She wore a fitted exercise outfit, and as she bent down to touch her toes, Haruki’s eyes lingered on her form. Her top clung to her curves, the fabric pulling tight against her body. As she bent forward, her breasts pressed against the material, and for a brief moment, he couldn’t help but compare her to Sayaka. Bigger, he thought, before quickly catching himself.

He felt a surge of guilt for even noticing, but it was hard to ignore. Kyouko’s figure was undeniably captivating, and her youthful appearance only added to the allure. Haruki found himself frozen at the door, watching longer than he should have.

Kyouko, seemingly unaware of his presence, continued her routine, stretching and twisting with fluid, graceful movements. Haruki knew he should look away, but his frustration from earlier made it difficult to break away.

What am I doing? he thought, shaking his head. She’s my mother-in-law. But despite his internal conflict, his gaze drifted back to her, drawn in by the sight. He couldn’t help but compare her mature, shapely figure to Sayaka’s more delicate frame. Kyouko’s presence had an appeal that was hard to ignore.

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She’s really beautiful, he thought, feeling a mix of admiration and guilt. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking of her like this, especially after his time with Sayaka. But in that moment, as he watched Kyouko move through her stretches, Haruki couldn’t deny the thoughts creeping into his mind.

Kyouko subtly noticed him standing by the door, his gaze lingering too long at her body. A slight smirk played at the corner of her lips, though she made sure not to let him see. She enjoyed the attention—something she hadn’t felt from anyone, especially her husband, in a long time.

Without making it obvious, Kyouko turned around slowly and bent forward again, stretching in a way that accentuated her hips and curves. She was testing, seeing how far she could push without breaking the guise of innocence. She felt a thrill, knowing Haruki’s eyes were following her every move.

Haruki couldn’t tear his eyes away, his heart racing as he took in her subtle yet deliberate movements. The teasing stretch, the way she angled her hips—it felt almost like a show put on just for him, and he swallowed hard, struggling to look away but finding it impossible.

Sensing the effect she was having, Kyouko felt a surge of satisfaction. "Keep looking, Haruki," she thought to herself, enjoying the subtle power she held over him.

She decided to take things a step further, beginning to jog lightly in place. Each motion caused her breasts to bounce slightly, and though she avoided looking directly at him, she could feel his gaze fixed on her. Every shift, every subtle jiggle of her body was being tracked by his eyes.

Kyouko smiled inwardly, thinking, "There it is." Pretending to focus on her exercise, she relished in his silent admiration. "Keep watching, Haruki." "You like it, don’t you?"

She maintained her pace, letting her breasts continue to move with each bounce, knowing it would be impossible for him to look away now. The attention filled her with a sense of power, something she hadn’t felt in years. She smiled to herself, wondering what part of her body would capture his gaze the most.

Kyouko’s mind raced with playful thoughts, savoring the thrill of knowing she could still attract, still captivate someone younger and full of energy. It was such a contrast to the stagnant reality of her marriage, where all her efforts had gone unnoticed for far too long.

She wondered what else might make him react, what part of her body might draw his gaze even more intensely. Slowing her jog, she let possibilities flood her mind as she bent down to touch her toes once more, this time angling her hips just right—giving him a view she knew he couldn’t ignore.

Kyouko’s thoughts swirled with a mix of confidence and frustration. How could her husband not notice? She was still stunning—her body was firm and youthful, a result of years of self-care and discipline. Her stomach was flat, her breasts full and perky, her curves flawless. She didn’t need anyone to tell her she was beautiful; she could see it in Haruki’s eyes every time he looked at her.

Stupid man, she thought bitterly of her husband, who was always too absorbed in his drinking to appreciate her beauty. He hadn’t touched her, hadn’t looked at her with desire, and their marriage had been sexless for years.

She was still beautiful—no, even more beautiful than women half her age, even more than her own daughter, Sayaka. This wasn’t just vanity; it was truth. Her stomach was toned, her breasts full and firm, her curves perfect, with not a hint of sag or excess that often came with age. Every day, she looked in the mirror and saw a woman who had taken care of herself, a woman who could still easily turn heads. And Haruki… she thought with a knowing smile. He was the proof.

His gaze never left her, filled with a desire she could almost feel. He was tall, handsome, and could easily have any woman he wanted, yet here he was, drawn to her, unable to look away. Kyouko didn’t feel guilty at all. If anything, she felt powerful, as though she had won some invisible, secret game.

Let him look, she thought. Let him lust. It didn’t bother her—in fact, it thrilled her. The attention she missed from her husband, she found in Haruki’s silent admiration, making her feel young, sexy, and desired all over again.

(End of Chapter)