Her flushed face, heavy-lidded eyes, and slurred voice—unintentional as it was—radiated a peculiar charm. She was stunning, even in her drunken state.
'When did I stop thinking of her as my stepmother?' he mused
Once, he'd called her "mother" with the respect and distance that role demanded.
Now, those barriers had dissolved, leaving them both on precarious ground. A wry smile tugged at his lips as he realized it.
"Fine," he said, his tone dipping into something playful yet resolute. "I'll take responsibility. But don't blame me for what happens next."
With that, he gently pushed her down onto the bed and hovered over her, the weight of his presence filling the space between them.
"Haruto…" she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Kiss me."
He didn't hesitate. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a tender kiss, but Chiyo quickly turned it into something fiercer.
