"Besides... the fence covers it, right?"
Haruki grinned as he trailed his hands along her waist.
"No one’s gonna see us. Unless someone climbs up and peeks."
Kyouko rolled her eyes, still bent forward in her pose...
But the smile on her lips betrayed her amusement.
Haruki stepped closer again.
She shifted positions—turning, kneeling slightly on the soft grass, hands behind her head in a pose that just so happened to push her chest forward.
Right into Haruki’s face.
"Here. Since you’re so distracted, why don’t you stretch ?"
She guided his head forward, gently—until his face brushed against her sweaty, warm cleavage.
Haruki inhaled softly—the scent of her skin, her body still glowing from their earlier passion, now mixed with the subtle heat of exercise.
"Mmm... you smell too good for this to be a workout,"
"You’re the one turning it into something else," Kyouko replied, her voice calm, teasing, and secretly pleased.
She held him there for a moment longer, letting him feel her warmth, her softness—her body willingly offered to him, even now.
"Hey! Don’t lick it!"
Kyouko gasped, pulling back slightly as Haruki’s tongue flicked along the curve of her cleavage.
She gave his shoulder a light slap.
Haruki grinned, unbothered.
"Hmm? You’re the one who offered it. Of course I’ll gladly take it."
"I didn’t say you could lick it."
"Then what’s the point of putting it in my face like that?"
He leaned in again, lips hovering just above her skin.
Kyouko sighed—then turned and shifted smoothly into a seated forward stretch.
Her legs extended, arms reaching down her shins—her back arched just enough to draw his eyes again.
Haruki sat behind her and placed his hands lightly on her hips.
"With what? Getting distracted?"
But she didn’t stop him.
His hands moved gently—guiding her forward, feeling the way her body responded under the tight stretchwear, palms sliding along her thighs, feeling her softness.
Then his thumbs circled slowly around her waist, dipping just below her ribs, trailing up toward her chest.
Kyouko’s breath caught.
"Stretching your upper body, too," he said innocently, even as his hands cupped the underside of her breasts—warm through the fabric, slightly damp from sweat.
Kyouko let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushed.
She shifted into another pose, reclining onto one elbow, lifting one leg in a slow, sensual stretch—and Haruki’s hands were right there again.
Holding her knee. Guiding her ankle.
And with every innocent move, their bodies got closer.
"No~ no~" Kyouko shook her head, backing away with a sly smile as Haruki reached for her again.
"We’re not doing sex again. Or I’ll be too tired to cook. You don’t want to be hungry, right?"
Haruki gave her that mischievous boyish grin.
"Hungry for your body."
Kyouko let out a soft gasp, playfully pushing his chest.
"No~ we won’t. If we have sex right now, I’m sure you won’t stop until you’re fully satisfied. And you don’t finish fast, Haruki. At least an hour."
"Exactly. Isn’t that a good thing?"
He leaned in, brushing her hair from her cheek.
She gave him a warning glare, still smiling.
"Aw~ come on, Kyouko~"
She tapped his nose with one finger.
"Later, big boy. Right now, we focus on exercise. I want to maintain my young skin."
Haruki raised an eyebrow.
Kyouko looked away, then glanced back with a soft, bashful smile.
Haruki’s heart skipped.
He didn’t tease after that.
He just looked at her—completely enchanted.
And Kyouko turned, lifting her arms to stretch again. Knowing full well his eyes wouldn’t leave her for a second.
"Come on, sit-ups now. Focus."
Kyouko clapped her hands once, trying to act serious.
Haruki lay back, hands behind his head.
Kyouko knelt over his knees to hold them in place.
As he came up for the first sit-up—he kissed her.
Just a soft peck on the lips.
Second sit-up—another kiss, slightly longer.
She lightly tapped his cheek, her voice half-laughing, half-scolding.
"Hey, you’re the one wearing that outfit. You expect me to stay focused?"
By the third, fourth, and fifth—she gave up trying to scold him.
And on the last one, when he came up slowly, Kyouko caught him in a deep, full kiss—her arms wrapping around his neck, lips pressing softly but firmly.
She broke it with a breathless smile.
Haruki swapped with her, lying down as she prepared to hold his knees.
But when he sat up for the first rep..
He didn’t come face-to-face with her lips this time.
Instead, his face landed right between her cleavage—on purpose.
Kyouko didn’t flinch.
She just looked down at him with a soft, knowing smile.
"Mmhmm... this is perfect."
He didn’t even move right away.
"You’re not even trying to sit up."
"Because this is better than any workout."
Kyouko laughed, brushing his hair with her fingers.
"You really are hopeless."
Before Kyouko could pull away, Haruki suddenly tugged her forward, guiding her gently down until she was straddling him.
He lay back on the mat, eyes soft and focused solely on her.
"Haruki—" she began, her hands bracing against his chest.
He just pulled her closer again—pressing his lips to hers in a deep, slow kiss.
Kyouko melted into it almost instantly, her hands sliding from his chest to his shoulders.
His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tight.
As they kissed, Haruki’s hands roamed up her back, slow and steady—feeling the curve of her spine, the warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric.
Then he brought one hand down again—caressing her thigh, then her hip, then slowly sliding around to cup her from behind.
Kyouko’s breath hitched against his lips.
Instead, she deepened the kiss—her lips softer, her body pressing closer, as if his warmth was the only thing grounding her in this moment.
"No, no~" Kyouko said, breath still a little warm from their kiss.
She pushed gently against Haruki’s chest and sat up, brushing her hair from her face.
"If we do this again, I’m sure we’re going to have sex sooner or later."
Haruki gave her his best innocent look.
"Isn’t that a good thing?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"For you, yes. Not for me."
"Because I’m going to be the tired one! I already told you—if we start, you won’t stop until you’re satisfied."
"Just the tip? Please?"
"Nope~" she stood up, stretching again, her figure outlined perfectly in the evening light.
"Let’s get up and go shower. It’s already getting late. And we don’t know when Satomi and Satoshi might come home. What if we’re doing this, and they suddenly show up?"
Haruki sat up slowly, watching her like a hunter stalking his prey.
Kyouko turned toward the sliding door, walking back into the house.
But just as she crossed the threshold—she paused.
Without turning around, she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her tight yoga pants and— freewebnσvel.cѳm
Pulled them down slowly.
Just enough to reveal the curve of her smooth, bare butt.
Then she glanced back over her shoulder.
Eyes soft, playful, and full of challenge.
And with that—she disappeared inside.