A/N : Four chapters to new Arc.
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[ Sometimes later, Bathroom]
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Kira felt the steam rising from the hot shower as the water cascaded down his body, washing away the sweat and grime from his intense training. His mind wandered as he scrubbed, thinking about how far he'd come since the beginning of all this. Inside the dimension, his combat skills had developed, but he knew hand-to-hand combat still needed refining. There was no perfect training partner to really test his limits in that department.
As the water pounded against his back, his thoughts drifted to the present—back in the real world, just a few minutes had passed, but it had felt like days in his dimension. This place was his sanctuary, his palace, where time moved differently. But now, after the brief minutes that had passed, he was back home. And he had his mother, Mitsuko, to himself for the night.
The faint sound of the telephone echoed from the living room. He ignored it, knowing his mother would answer. As he rinsed the soap from his hair, he faintly heard Mitsuko's voice on the phone, probably chatting with Rika or Shizuka. He'd see them tomorrow anyway.
When he finally stepped out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel, he noticed the way Mitsuko was eyeing him from the hallway. Her face was lit up with that mischievous smile she wore when something was on her mind.
"Rika and Shizuka will be staying at the city apartment tonight," she said casually, leaning against the doorframe with a playful glint in her eye. "They'll be busy early tomorrow morning, so they said to tell you… 'Love you.'"
Kira's lips curved into a knowing grin as he draped the towel around his waist. "That so?"
"Mm-hmm," Mitsuko hummed, walking past him, her fingers grazing his bare chest lightly. "Looks like we have the whole house to ourselves."
There was an unspoken tension between them, the kind that had been building up for a while.
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After dinner, Kira sat back in his chair, feeling full, but knowing that something else was on the menu. Mitsuko stood up, clearing the plates with a sultry look in her eye, but instead of heading to the kitchen, she paused.
"You know, Kira..." she said, her voice taking on a suggestive tone, "...there's still dessert."
Kira leaned back in his chair, his sharp blue eyes fixed on her as she leaned over the table, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage peeking from her blouse. "Dessert, huh?"
Her lips curled into a wicked grin. "What do you think I should serve?"
Kira's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he spoke. "You."
Mitsuko laughed softly, clearly pleased with his answer. "Oh, is that so?" Her fingers brushed her collarbone teasingly, tracing a slow line down towards her chest. "Then I hope you're ready for something sweet."
Kira stood up, the chair scraping against the floor, his body moving with purpose as he crossed the room toward her. The tension crackled in the air, thick and heady with desire. As soon as he reached her, he wasted no time, pressing her against the table, his hands gripping her hips firmly.
"Ah... Kira..." Mitsuko moaned softly, the sound slipping from her lips as his hands roamed her body. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist as he pulled her closer, his mouth claiming hers in a heated kiss. The taste of her lips was intoxicating, sweet and teasing, as their tongues danced together.
Shlick, Shlick
Kira's hand traveled lower, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt, brushing against the bare skin of her thigh. Mitsuko gasped, her body shivering at his touch, a soft moan escaping her as his fingers grazed her inner thigh, inching closer to her core.
*Kiraaaa~" she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper as he teased her, his fingers expertly working their way to the damp heat between her legs.
Grrk Mitsuko's breath caught in her throat as Kira's fingers finally found their mark, slipping into the soft, wet folds of her womanhood. She bit her lip, her body trembling against his as he explored her with deliberate, slow movements. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
*Kira... don't stop... ah~"
He pulled back slightly, his blue eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at her, taking in the sight of his mother, flushed and panting beneath him. "You're not getting away that easy," he growled, his voice low and thick with desire. With a swift movement, he lifted her onto the table, spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself between them.
Thud
The sound of her back hitting the wooden surface sent a jolt of excitement through Mitsuko. Her hands reached up, gripping the edge of the table as Kira moved in closer, his body pressing against hers. His hand tugged at her blouse, the buttons popping open one by one, revealing the smooth skin of her chest.
"You taste even better than I imagined," Kira whispered against her neck, his lips trailing hot kisses down her throat, biting softly as he went. Mitsuko arched her back, pushing her breasts against him, desperate for more.
Kira… yes… she moaned, her voice breathy and needy as his mouth found her nipple, sucking it gently before biting down just hard enough to make her gasp.
Kira~!
The sound of her pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls as Kira's hand slipped beneath her panties, teasing her entrance before plunging deep inside her.
Splish Splish
Mitsuko's hips bucked against him, her body responding instinctively to his touch as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, his thumb brushing against her swollen clit with each stroke.
Kira! Ah!
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he quickened his pace, his fingers curling inside her, hitting just the right spot. Mitsuko's head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built inside her, threatening to spill over at any moment.
"That's it, Mom," Kira growled, his breath hot against her skin. "Let me hear you."
And she did.
Ah~ ah~ ah!
The sounds of her pleasure filled the room, her body shaking as she came undone beneath him.
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