Kyouko stood by the door, a satisfied smile creeping across her face as she watched Haruki slip back inside, his movements quick and purposeful. She knew exactly what was going through his mind. The way he had stared at her, barely able to hide his desire—it was all too clear. He's probably heading straight to the bathroom to relieve himself, she thought, her smile widening.

She’d played this game before, carefully testing boundaries, teasing with just enough subtlety to keep things from crossing into something too dangerous—at least, for now. But knowing Haruki, a young man full of energy and repressed desire, she could easily guess what was happening behind that bathroom door.

Men can’t help themselves, she mused, feeling a small thrill at the idea that she had driven him to that point. Even though she wasn’t physically with him, she knew she was in his thoughts, fueling his fantasies. She felt a sense of control over him, knowing she could stir his desire with a few simple movements and well-placed glances.

Young men like him can’t resist, Kyouko thought with a smirk. The tension between them had been building slowly, carefully, and now it was reaching a new level. She enjoyed walking that thin line between playful teasing and something more. But deep down, she knew this game couldn’t stay innocent forever.

For now, she would let things unfold naturally. After all, Haruki had a wife. But, she thought as she headed back inside the house, if he wanted more, well... she wouldn’t be the one to stop him.

Kyouko stood for a moment outside the bathroom, listening to the unmistakable sounds coming from within. Her suspicions were confirmed—Haruki was indeed in there, satisfying the urge she had stirred in him. A knowing smile spread across her lips, and she felt a thrill rush through her body. Men are so predictable, she thought, imagining him caught up in his own need.

She didn’t linger long. After all, she didn’t want to push things too far—yet. With quiet steps, she made her way back to the kitchen, her mind still replaying the scene from earlier, imagining what Haruki might be doing behind that door. The sound of water pouring into a glass brought her back to reality, and she took a sip, letting the cool water calm her.

After finishing her drink, she began preparing something light in the kitchen. A simple dish would do for now. Haruki would probably come down once he was finished, and he’d need something to eat afterward. She hummed softly to herself, her thoughts drifting. Once lunch was ready, she planned to take a long shower. Maybe later, she would go out shopping for that new dress she’d been considering—something that would show off her curves, her thighs, and maybe just a bit more.

She glanced at the clock. There was still plenty of time. Yes, she thought with a satisfied smile, plenty of time. Haruki would come out of the bathroom soon, and she’d pretend nothing had happened—just like always. I’ll make something light for him, she thought as she gathered ingredients and began preparing a simple dessert.

In the back of her mind, Kyouko knew that Sayaka, as usual, wouldn’t wake up until much later, probably in the evening. Her daughter always slept long hours after her hospital shifts, leaving plenty of quiet moments for her and Haruki to share together. Maybe I’ll make something special for lunch, she mused, thinking ahead.

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But for now, she kept things simple, letting her thoughts wander back to Haruki in the bathroom, wondering what might happen the next time they were alone. There’s no rush, she reminded herself, smiling again.

As Kyouko carefully prepared the dessert, she caught sight of Haruki standing in the doorway, his eyes once again fixed on her. She smiled to herself, knowing exactly what was on his mind, and watched as he slipped into the living room, likely to distract himself with his phone. He’s trying to act casual, she thought with a slight smirk.

She finished arranging the dessert on a tray and carried it into the living room. As she approached, she saw Haruki glance up from his phone. His expression was neutral, but she could feel the tension between them—the unspoken attraction that lingered in the air like a silent understanding.

“Here you go, Haruki,” she said with a gentle smile, placing the dessert in front of him. He thanked her, his voice quiet, as if he were trying to maintain some kind of distance. Kyouko sat across from him, watching as he took a bite. He’s trying to hold back, she thought, feeling an urge to push the boundaries just a little more.

She leaned back slightly, her tone casual as she spoke. “Haruki, I was thinking about going shopping later for some groceries. Maybe pick up a few things for the house,” she began, watching him closely. “Would you mind coming with me? The bags might be a little heavy to carry on my own.”

Haruki looked up at her, hesitating for a moment before nodding. “Sure, I don’t mind,” he replied, trying to sound helpful, though she could tell he was still nervous around her after this morning’s incident.

Kyouko smiled warmly, pretending not to notice his unease. “Thank you, that would be a big help,” she said, her voice sweet and appreciative. In her mind, she was already planning the outing, imagining Haruki at her side, likely sneaking glances at her the entire time.

This is going to be fun, she thought, already anticipating the reactions she could coax from him during their trip. The game was far from over—it was just beginning.

After changing into a casual yet neat outfit, Haruki headed downstairs to join his mother-in-law for shopping. With his latest design project completed and submitted, he had nothing important to do today, just waiting on payment. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he stopped, surprised by the sight in front of him.

Kyouko stood by the entrance, wearing a fitted dress that accentuated her curves perfectly, a handbag resting elegantly on her shoulder. The dress was simple but clung to her body in all the right places, enhancing her natural beauty.

Her soft lip gloss highlighted her delicate features, and her skin seemed to glow, even without much makeup.

Haruki’s heart began to race. He tried to calm himself but couldn’t help staring at her longer than he should have. She’s gorgeous, he thought, feeling an unexpected rush of attraction. Quickly, he looked away, not wanting to seem obvious.

Kyouko noticed, of course. She gave him a gentle smile, radiating warmth and ease, but inside, she was delighted. Ara, he’s looking, she thought to herself, her heart fluttering with satisfaction. She loved the way Haruki couldn’t help but be drawn to her beauty. And the best part? She didn’t need heavy makeup—just a touch of lip gloss and her natural charm was enough.

She loved the way Haruki’s gaze lingered on her, unable to pull away. She had spent years perfecting her appearance, maintaining her youthful glow, and now, seeing him react like this filled her with a sense of control and excitement.

“Ready to go?” Kyouko asked, her voice soft and sweet, as if there was nothing unusual about the day.

Haruki nodded quickly, clearing his throat as he tried to calm his racing heart. “Y-Yeah, let’s go.”

As they stepped outside, Haruki couldn’t shake the image of Kyouko from his mind. Her beauty, her grace—it was overwhelming. And even though he knew he shouldn’t feel this way about his mother-in-law, there was something about her today that made her impossible to ignore.

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