A/N : Sorry for the delay, there was someone internet issue.
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Saeko and the girls were enjoying a well-needed bath, letting the tension of the apocalypse slip away. Upstairs, the boys were doing the same, giving everyone a moment of calm. Meanwhile, Kira carried Kyouko in his arms, her body pressed close against him as they made their way down to the living room.
As they entered, Kira glanced down at Kyouko, their eyes locking. A teasing smirk tugged at his lips.
"You coming down now, or should I just keep carrying you around like a princess?" His tone was playful, yet there was that edge, the one Kyouko knew all too well.
She let out a soft sigh, her expression almost melancholic as if something dear had slipped away.
"Fine... I'll walk." She muttered, pouting like a girl denied her favorite toy. Despite her adult demeanor, there was something endearingly youthful about her, a playful immaturity Kira had grown fond of.
But Kyouko wasn't just playful—she was smart, sharp beneath her affection. Kira knew better than anyone how sharp she could be, yet he loved the balance of her overwhelming affection and her intellect. She loved him for seeing her, for indulging her in ways no one else ever did, even playing along with her teenage fantasies, as if they were still dating and not already married.
Their relationship was more natural than anything forced—laughter, silly moments, and those little romantic gestures that felt as if they had been born for it, not just a couple trying to survive.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Their footsteps echoed lightly through the house as they entered the living room, where three women awaited them. Yuriko, Kiriko, and Kimiko—all mature women—turned at the sound of their arrival. A flash of surprise crossed their faces, which quickly deepened when Kira introduced Kyouko as his wife, pride evident in his voice.
The women exchanged glances, each processing the news differently. For Kiriko and Kimiko, the surprise was mild; they hadn't known Kira well enough to expect anything. But Yuriko—she had heard stories from her daughter Saya and the others. She knew Kira as a wild, unpredictable young man, killing zombies without a second thought. In her mind, he was still just a youth, enjoying the thrill of his power, reckless and carefree.
But this... this was something else. A wife? An older one, at that? It made Yuriko pause. Her assumptions about him had been shattered, and the harsh reality of the world they now lived in only made things more complicated.
Yuriko's mind was reeling. Just a day ago, she had become a widow and a single mother, her future uncertain. In the normal world, she might have figured out a plan, but now, in this new, dangerous world, surviving without a strong man seemed impossible. And more than for herself, she worried about Saya.
She was a practical woman—she knew that beauty like theirs could become a curse in this world. The thought of becoming some man's trophy to satisfy his carnal desires horrified her, but she also knew that the lawless nature of this new reality meant there was little to stop it from happening.
She had made a decision in the car, watching Kira effortlessly guide everyone. Maybe, just maybe, she could seduce him. It wasn't out of personal desire, but a calculated move to secure safety for herself and, more importantly, for Saya. She wasn't concerned for her own safety—she could handle herself, even in dangerous situations. But Saya? Her daughter had beauty and brains, but lacked any real-world survival skills. She needed protection.
But trying to get Saya to seduce Kira? That would be a disaster. Yuriko knew it would end with Saya making a fool of herself or worse.
As the present moment settled in, the women hadn't expected Kira to already have a wife, especially one older than him. The chemistry between Kira and Kyouko was clear, and a flicker of jealousy passed through the women's eyes as they watched the couple. They all had the same thought: How lucky.
Yet, the question loomed in their minds: How do they make it work? Relationships between different generations are tricky. Experience and patience clash with youthful impatience. It's like mixing oil and water—sometimes it works for a moment, but they always separate again.
But as they observed Kira and Kyouko, the way they moved together so effortlessly, their connection became undeniable. Age didn't matter when love ran this deep.
Yuriko's calculating gaze lingered on them. She had fought her way to where she was, using every tool at her disposal, including the one that women often wield best. She wasn't going to back down now, but she was blissfully unaware of the obstacle she faced—six powerful women, with Kyouko being the fiercest, a nearly immovable gatekeeper.
While Yuriko plotted, Kiriko raised a curious eyebrow. Kimiko, meanwhile, had a knowing smile, her thoughts elsewhere. They were more relaxed, their minds occupied with the idea of a hot bath and some sleep. But Kira noticed something in Kimiko's eyes—a flicker of longing. From the way she carried herself and how Komura had treated her, Kira could tell she was a lonely mother. He'd learned later in the car that she was divorced.
'Seems these ladies are catching on,' Kira thought to himself, his gaze flicking between them.
Before long, the atmosphere shifted. Once the women started talking, Kira might as well have been invisible. The conversation flowed between them like they were old friends, and he found himself sidelined.
'Yep, there it is. A guy's role in a room full of women? Non-existent.' He rolled his eyes, a grin on his face, but he knew better than to interrupt. The tension between Kyouko and Yuriko, though, crackled like static.
Kira could feel the sparks flying between them. Yuriko had an air of authority about her, but Kyouko's possessiveness was clear, the way she casually draped herself over Kira, claiming him with every movement.
Realizing the growing tension, Kira knew it was time to make his exit. He stood, stretching. "Alright, ladies, I'll leave you to it. I've got some things to handle." He backed toward the door, unnoticed by the group lost in their own conversation.
As Kira stepped out, he could still feel the tension hanging in the air behind him. He knew this dynamic was far from settled.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
With quick steps, he left the room, the weight of conflict still heavy in the background.
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A/N : Any guess what's gonna happen next?🤔 😏