Soon, the elevator arrived at the floor where the guest rooms were located. Yuuki Kyouko couldn't wait to pull Asakura towards the guest room, took out the room card, and swiped the door to enter.
The layout of the room seemed gently veiled in an ambiguous atmosphere, with many details hinting at an indescribable, tender temptation.
The walls were painted a soft pink, the deep red carpet felt plush and comfortable underfoot, the large double bed was covered in smooth, light purple silk, an exquisite table lamp sat on the bedside table casting a soft, warm glow, and the air carried an impulsive fragrance.
Could this really not be a love suite? Even now, Asakura couldn't quite decipher Yuuki Kyouko's intentions. It wasn't until he was gently pushed to sit on the bed that he looked at her, a question in his eyes.
"Could you tell me your name?"
"Asakura, Asakura Ryo."
"Well, Asakura-kun, my name is Yuuki Kyouko. I was wondering if you might listen to my story?"
Yuuki Kyouko looked at the boy expectantly. Though his cold demeanor and lack of pretense initially bothered her, her inner yearning to connect with him was far stronger.
Even though she might have made a rash decision, and he might even despise her for her self-destructive behavior, she still wanted to explain her reasons. She didn't dare hope for his understanding, but at least she could unburden herself.
Asakura gazed at the ceiling with a hint of boredom. Since he was already there, listening for a while wouldn't hurt. He just hoped it wouldn't drag on.
"Ms. Yuuki, I'm listening."
A flicker of surprise crossed her face, and Yuuki Kyouko quickly composed herself and began to recount her life's journey. She spoke of her transformation from a country girl in the mountains to a university professor, and how her family life had devolved from a loveless but physically intimate relationship to one of increasing indifference. She felt like a canary trapped in a gilded cage, longing to spread its wings and fly, but lacking the means to do so.
As she spoke, Yuuki Kyouko leaned silently against Asakura's shoulder, as if craving his comforting warmth. From time to time, she subtly shifted closer, her uncovered breasts pressing softly and fully against the boy's arm, a delightful sensation.
Hey, hey, hey, I'm just a Kamen Rider (Messenger of Justice) who happened to pass by, not some gigolo who ran away from Ginza, Miss Yuuki.
Asakura suddenly recalled the description of his ability: [When you successfully uphold justice once, you will receive a random reward or encounter an event]. Could this "encounter event" be Yuuki Kyouko throwing herself at him?!
"Ms. Yuuki, I understand your difficulties very well, but I still advise you to cherish the life you have now."
Asakura calmly and deliberately shifted away slightly. It wasn't out of saintly restraint, but because he already had several women in his life.
The lady before him, with her old-fashioned and serious air, didn't seem like someone to trifle with. His current situation was already complicated enough, and he really didn't want to add such a significant complication to the mix.
But what Asakura didn't realize was that for Yuuki Kyouko, he was the only antidote to her stifled existence. The colder and more distant he seemed, the more she felt drawn to him.
Yuuki Kyouko, who had clawed her way up from nothing, never passively waited for others' pity. She was more accustomed to taking the initiative and seizing control of her own destiny.
The mattress was incredibly soft and inviting. This was Asakura's immediate impression after being gently pushed onto the bed.
Yuuki Kyouko sat up, leaned down, and offered her soft, red lips. Her slightly unfamiliar saliva carried a peculiar sweetness.
Her slender hands with light pink nails nervously began to undo his defenses and hidden fastenings, working with a feverish intensity...
He was momentarily startled by the unexpected sharpness and instinctively recoiled.
But he immediately regained his grip, unwilling to let go.
Ah, this was the treasure Yuuki Kyouko had always yearned for, the magnificence she had fantasized about during countless sleepless nights, and the irresistible allure of the man she was falling for.
Her exquisite OL professional suit was carelessly discarded by Yuuki Kyouko, revealing her flawless skin. The graceful curves of her body exuded a mature and voluptuous charm. Her typically stern and serious face was now flushed with a blush. This was the boldest decision she had ever made, and she moved forward courageously, without a trace of regret.
The peerless "sword" gleamed coldly under the light, like a vibrant green dragon, full of life and poised to strike.
Yuuki Kyouko pressed forward step by step, employing the long-lost technique of catching the "sword" with bare hands, targeting the swordsman's vital points, straightening her hands, and beginning to slowly disarm her opponent.
The "sword" light sliced through the night like lightning and pierced through Yuuki Kyouko's core. Her "sword" skills were superb, and her momentum was like a vibrant rainbow, displaying her seemingly invincible power.
Yuuki Kyouko clearly overestimated her own stamina. After leading the "battle" for a while, she collapsed onto the boy, overcome by exhaustion.
Asakura did not stop. Once the "sword" was drawn, there was no reason to sheath it without drawing blood. The "sword" plunged into her depths like a gust of wind, moving like a swimming dragon, freely navigating the enemy's defenses, creating waves, and ruthlessly dismantling the final stronghold.
"Yes, that's it! Asakura-kun, don't... stop."
Yuuki Kyouko kissed the boy's lips breathlessly and wrapped her arms around him tightly, as if unwilling to let go for even a moment, hoping they could stay entwined like this until the end of time.
The "bath ball" hidden beneath her old-fashioned and serious exterior was being slowly revealed by Asakura. Her flushed cheeks were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and her sweet tongue was exhaling with a soft hiss, as if releasing the tension after a series of intense collisions.
Yuuki Kyouko embraced the hardworking boy tenderly and lovingly, pleased that her own allure remained potent. The figure reflected in her beautiful eyes seemed vaguely heart-shaped.
He stayed awake all night, either actively "chiseling" or waiting for the next opportunity.
The "fire" that Yuuki Kyouko had suppressed for years was not so easily extinguished. She was thoroughly spent, but during brief respites, she still forced herself to focus and "hone" the peerless "sword" to keep it razor-sharp. After resting for a few minutes, she would return, seeking more, fearing that what she had experienced was just a beautiful dream, seizing every last moment to revel wildly.
A hint of paleness appeared in the eastern sky, and the horizon was tinged with a soft pink. As time passed, the golden sunlight sliced through the darkness like a sharp blade. The dewdrops on the leaves glistened in the sun, like crystal-clear gems.
The movement on the bed was still ongoing, but it was nearing its climax. With a soft cry, Yuuki Kyouko once again received her already overflowing "nectar." The happiness on her face was undeniable. She gently stroked her full belly, radiating a maternal glow.
Asakura-kun is amazing. He still has such a large amount after a night. If it weren't for the safe period, I'm afraid I would have...
Imagining that taboo scenario, Yuuki Kyouko's skin flushed even deeper with arousal. Having shed her inhibitions, she had completely surrendered to Asakura's rhythm.
If she gets pregnant, then she gets pregnant. She doesn't want to take any precautions. At worst, she will fight Yuuki Shouzou to the death. How could a loser like him understand the happiness that Asakura-kun brings her?
With a sweet smile, she hugged the boy tightly and fell asleep, utterly exhausted. After a night of intense activity, even Asakura, with his remarkable stamina, felt a touch of sleepiness.
Asakura went to clean himself up and then slowly drifted to sleep with the beautiful woman in his arms. The light purple gauze on the bed was stained a different color by countless unknown fluids.