-Lilas apartment -
"Wife, why are you so pretty?"
"H—Haruka I….Uhh…." She could barely speak. Since they entered the apartment more than two hours ago, Haruka has not let her go. Her legs felt all wobbly, and as Haruka buried his face in her neck. Lila wanted to cry. She isn't the emotional type normally. But, whenever she gets with Haruka like this - all these emotions...
"Nngh.."
"Is it not good?" Haruka suddenly asked.
"Eh?"
"Your face, you don't look satisfied."
She doesn't? But it feels good… "I—I'm sorry, um," Lila brought her hand out to her face. "I keep thinking about what I just saw. Haruka, you ...didn't do it with her, right?"
"Wife, I didn't do it. If I did, I'd kill myself."
"Don't use your life for this kind of thing."
"It isn't this kind of thing. Your upset; your feelings are the most important," Haruka licked her leg, "Wife, I'll make sure from now on that nobody but you touches me."
