Haruki’s mind was racing. "Old body?" He thought. No, she wasn’t old at all. She was sexy… too sexy. He couldn’t believe Kyouko had referred to herself that way, as if she were somehow undesirable. To him, she was far from it. Her body, her skin, her presence—it all radiated a youthfulness and allure that went beyond her years.

The image of her from earlier, when the towel had slipped, remained vivid in his mind. He wanted to see her like that again, to take in every inch of her smooth, toned figure, but he could never say it aloud. The thought alone set his heart pounding, yet he feared what might happen if he ever voiced it, worried it could disturb the delicate balance between them.

He popped open the drink Kyouko had handed him, trying to distract himself, but his gaze kept drifting downward to her legs. She sat casually with her legs crossed, but the subtle curve of her thigh drew him in irresistibly. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but his eyes betrayed him.

Kyouko, always perceptive, noticed his reactions immediately. She saw where his attention was focused, and a quiet satisfaction crept over her. "He’s looking again," she thought, a faint smile hidden behind her calm demeanor. She didn’t say a word, but inside, she savored every second of Haruki’s stolen glances.

Without being too obvious, Kyouko shifted slightly in her seat, spreading her legs just enough to offer him a glimpse of her panties. It was subtle, a delicate tease meant to test how he’d react—how far she could push the unspoken boundary between them.

Haruki’s eyes widened as he caught sight of the fabric, just a hint, but enough to set his mind spinning. His throat tightened, and he quickly took a sip of his drink to mask his nerves. He couldn’t stop staring, and he knew Kyouko was aware of it. He tried to act natural, but the heat building inside him was unmistakable.

Kyouko noticed everything—the way his breath caught, the grip of his hands around the can, and his glances that kept returning to her thighs. Her lips curved in a smile, knowing exactly the effect she was having on him. It wasn’t just about teasing or accidental slips anymore—she was in control, and Haruki was falling deeper into her quiet game.

For a moment, the tension hung thick in the air, neither of them saying a word, yet both keenly aware of what was unfolding. Haruki kept stealing glances, and Kyouko continued feeding his silent desire without a single word spoken. It was a delicate, dangerous dance, and Kyouko was more than happy to lead.

She shifted again, this time placing a hand on her shoulder with a slight wince. “Ah, my shoulders are so stiff lately,” she said, her voice soft but with a playful innocence. “Haruki, do you mind? Could you massage them for me?”

She glanced at him with a hopeful smile, but in her mind, she was already imagining his hands on her skin. Kyouko craved his touch, the warmth and strength of his hands on her. This wasn’t just about relieving a little shoulder pain—it was a way to deepen the subtle connection between them, to satisfy the touch she’d missed for so long.

Haruki, caught off guard but eager to help, nodded. “Of course,” he replied, keeping his voice steady. He stood up, his heart pounding, and moved beside her on the couch. His eyes flicked to her bare legs once more before he settled behind her, his hands hovering over her shoulders.

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He hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to start, but when Kyouko leaned forward to give him better access, he swallowed his nervousness and placed his hands on her shoulders. Her skin was warm beneath his fingers, soft and smooth, just as he’d imagined. He began kneading her shoulders gently, his touch cautious at first.

Kyouko closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as his hands worked over her muscles. *Yes,* she thought. *This is exactly what I wanted.* The feeling of his hands on her was everything she’d hoped for and more. She could sense his tension, his uncertainty, but also the care in his touch.

“That feels wonderful, Haruki,” she murmured, letting a hint of pleasure slip into her voice, enough to stir his imagination. She tilted her head slightly to the side, exposing more of her neck, as if inviting him to explore further.

Haruki struggled to stay focused on the massage, but the scent of her freshly showered skin and the softness beneath his fingers made it nearly impossible. His fingers pressed deeper, moving slightly toward her neck. He knew he was treading dangerous ground, but at that moment, it didn’t seem to matter. The sound of her soft sighs, the feel of her skin—everything was pulling him in, blurring the lines of what was appropriate and what he truly wanted.

Sensing the shift in his touch, Kyouko smiled to herself. She didn’t need to look at him to know the effect she was having. His hands lingered a little longer now, pressing a little harder, and she could feel his inner struggle as he tried to balance between his desire and the need to remain respectful. She leaned back just slightly, silently encouraging him to continue.

To Kyouko, this was more than a simple massage. It was the start of something she’d yearned for—a connection, a way to reclaim the attention she’d missed. As he continued, she casually adjusted her body, shifting just enough so that his hand brushed against the side of her breast. She acted as if it were unintentional, but she smiled inwardly, knowing exactly what she was doing. She felt him hesitate, his fingers freezing momentarily, unsure whether to pull back or continue.

When Kyouko didn’t react or pull away, Haruki allowed his hand to linger a little longer, testing the boundary. His touch grew bolder, his fingers grazing her breast with just enough pressure to send a flutter of excitement through her. She knew he wanted more, but he was too restrained to fully act on it. And that was exactly how she wanted it—teasing him, making him yearn without giving everything.

She kept her expression calm and composed, letting the moment linger. She could sense Haruki’s growing desire, feel the tension in his touch as he wrestled with his own thoughts. He wanted her, and that knowledge gave her all the power she needed.

After a while, Haruki finally pulled back, his voice quiet and unsure. “Are you feeling better now, Mother?”

Kyouko turned to him, her expression soft and filled with gratitude as though nothing unusual had happened. “Thank you, Haruki,” she said in a gentle, almost teasing tone. “That was exactly what I needed. I feel much better now.”

But behind her sweet tone, she saw what she’d hoped for—the desire lingering in Haruki’s eyes, the attention she craved from a younger, more passionate man. His gaze told her everything she needed to know. He was drawn to her, captivated by the allure she had carefully crafted. And for now, that was enough.

As she stood, Kyouko adjusted her clothes, giving him one last glimpse of her body before smiling and heading to the kitchen. She knew his eyes were on her, and she relished the feeling of being wanted, even if it was just a subtle game between them.

Kyouko tried to hide her smile, knowing she had gained exactly what she wanted—his attention, his desire, and the knowledge that he didn’t see her as an “old woman,” but as someone capable of drawing a man’s gaze, especially from someone as young as Haruki.

(End of Chapter)