Haruki grabbed his laptop from the bedroom and settled on the living room couch. The evening had some time left, and with Sayaka just off to work, he figured it was a good chance to focus on the presentation he needed to finish. His job allowed him to work from home most of the time, only requiring office visits for meetings or when his boss wanted him there in person. He valued the balance it gave him between work and personal life—though today, his mind wasn’t fully on the task at hand.

He opened his laptop, the glow illuminating his face as he pulled up the presentation. His fingers moved across the keyboard, arranging slides, but his concentration kept drifting. Thoughts of Kyouko—her presence, her smile, her touch, the subtle moments they’d shared that day—kept nudging into his mind, making it difficult to stay focused.

With a soft sigh, he tried to shake off the distractions. It wasn’t like him to lose focus this way, but today had left him feeling conflicted. Now, with Sayaka gone, the house felt emptier, quieter, and somehow his thoughts returned to Kyouko and the unspoken tension between them.

From the hallway, Kyouko watched Haruki working intently, hunched over his laptop, his face set in concentration. She’d been waiting for the right moment to try on the new dresses—especially the ones he had bought for her at the boutique. She wanted to capture his attention again, but casually, with a playful touch.

She quietly slipped into her room, excitement building as she sifted through the shopping bags filled with her new clothes. She selected a dress—a sleek, elegant one that hugged her figure perfectly, with just the right blend of class and allure. It highlighted her curves, revealing just enough to feel confident while leaving room for imagination.

Admiring herself in the mirror for a moment, she gave a light twirl as the fabric moved gracefully around her. "This one should do," she thought, knowing it would catch Haruki’s eye.

With a gentle smile, Kyouko returned to the living room, moving casually as if nothing was out of the ordinary. The soft rustle of her dress drew Haruki’s attention.

"Haruki," she said, her voice calm and warm as always. "What do you think of this one?" She gave a slight twirl, the dress flowing around her as she awaited his reaction.

Haruki looked up from his screen, his breath catching as he took in the sight of her. The dress looked stunning, emphasizing her natural beauty. He felt his heart race but tried to remain composed.

"You look… beautiful," he finally managed, his voice a little quieter than usual.

Kyouko’s smile widened. "Really?" she teased playfully. Before he could respond further, she handed him her phone. "Here, take a picture of me in this one."

A little surprised but eager to oblige, Haruki took the phone from her hand. Standing up, he positioned himself to get the right angle, snapping a few photos as Kyouko posed elegantly, subtly shifting her posture to highlight the dress’s best features.

"Thank you," she said, her playful smile lingering as she headed back to her room, ready to try on the next dress. She knew Haruki’s eyes lingered a little longer each time she returned, and she relished it.

Kyouko continued trying on each dress, pairing them with heels and her new purse, casually posing for Haruki’s camera. She knew precisely how to stand, how to angle herself so each shot showed her in the best light. With each photo Haruki took, she felt his admiration growing, thrilling her.

Haruki couldn’t stop himself from marveling at her beauty. Each dress made her even more captivating, and he found himself mesmerized by her elegance and confidence. While snapping the requested photos on her phone, he discreetly took a shot on his own device, capturing a moment when she looked especially radiant—sexy, vibrant, and confident.

He thought he was being subtle, careful not to let her notice the switch between the phones. But Kyouko noticed immediately; the different color of their phones made it clear. She chose to play along, smiling softly to herself, pretending not to know. It amused her, and, in a way, it pleased her. The idea of him keeping her picture felt intimate.

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As she slipped into another dress and posed again, her mind lingered on the thought of Haruki cherishing those photos. He had no idea she was fully aware, which only added to the thrill. It felt like she was giving him something more personal, even as they both maintained a façade of innocence. It was her little secret, one she enjoyed far more than she showed.

Kyouko put on the last dress, the one she knew would push things further—a daring outfit that highlighted her breasts, exposed her thighs, and showed off her skin. She felt the smooth fabric hugging her body, enhancing her curves. As she stepped into the living room, she noticed Haruki’s eyes widen—that was exactly the reaction she’d hoped for.

Casually, she struck a bold pose, flaunting her figure. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Haruki reaching for his phone again and smirked. She knew exactly what he was doing, but she pretended not to notice.

Then, without hesitation, she bent over, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. She could practically hear his breath hitch from across the room. Next, she raised both arms above her head, exposing her smooth armpits and accentuating her form. Each new pose was more provocative, designed to test him and see how far he would go.

Haruki, unable to resist, kept snapping pictures, his attention entirely on her. Every move she made was deliberate, slow, and teasing, as if she were modeling just for him. The thrill of knowing he was capturing her in these moments, believing she was unaware, heightened her excitement.

She smirked inwardly, keeping up the charade. It felt like a game—one that she was winning. And Haruki, caught in the spell she wove, was too captivated to realize she’d been in control from the start.

Kyouko felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing those provocative pictures were now saved on Haruki’s phone. She had posed boldly, fully aware of the effect it would have on him. Her mind wandered, wondering what he might do with those photos later.

She smiled to herself. Haruki was a man filled with desire—she saw it in his gaze, the way his hands lingered when they touched, and now, in his eagerness to capture these images. She didn’t mind at all; in fact, she found it thrilling. Kyouko had always known that men were drawn to her beauty, and now she saw that same attraction in Haruki, much younger but undeniably captivated by her.

The unspoken connection between them, the knowledge that he might think of her in ways he shouldn’t, only fueled her desire. She knew that someday, Haruki might not just stop at taking pictures. And when that moment arrived, she would be ready.

After their playful photoshoot, Kyouko smiled, thanked him, and took her phone back, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. She felt a rush of happiness as she headed to her room, carrying with her the excitement from the day.

In her room, she changed into something more comfortable yet alluring—a pair of shorts that hugged her hips and a fitted tank top. She glanced at herself in the mirror, pleased with how her body radiated confidence even in simple clothes.

With a smile, she grabbed four cans of beer and returned to the living room, handing Haruki a couple before sitting beside him on the couch. Their relationship felt more natural with each passing day.

"Here you go," she said softly, her voice warm as she opened her own can. The tension between them lingered, but neither seemed in a hurry to address it directly, preferring to savor the moment instead.

Haruki’s heart raced with Kyouko sitting so close, making it hard to focus on his work. He smiled, trying to shake off thoughts of her poses from earlier. Her beauty defied her age; to him, she could easily pass for someone in her twenties. And her confident posing, knowing exactly the effect it had on him, only made concentration harder.

Sensing his distraction, Kyouko casually opened her phone and scrolled through the photos he’d taken. She admired how well they turned out; Haruki clearly had an eye for capturing beauty. It was more than just technical skill—there was something personal in his framing, a subtle attention to detail that made her smile.

"Look at these, Haruki," she said playfully, showing him the pictures. "You really know how to capture the best angle, don’t you?"

Sitting even closer, their shoulders brushing, they looked at the screen together. Haruki felt a surge of warmth, a mix of nerves and excitement. He laughed lightly, trying to keep his composure. "Well, yeah," he admitted, unable to hide the admiration in his voice.

Kyouko smiled, pleased with the compliment. "You have a great eye and skill. I’m sure your work impresses a lot of people." As they scrolled through the different poses, her voice stayed light, but the tension beneath was unmistakable.

The room seemed to close in around them as they chatted, the air thick with unspoken understanding. Haruki’s thoughts kept drifting back to her poses, the way her body looked in the different dresses. Now, with her so close, it was impossible to ignore the magnetic pull between them.

(End of Chapter)