Kyouko finally pretended to notice Haruki standing in the doorway, her expression softening into a welcoming smile. "Oh, Haruki, I didn't see you there," she said, her voice light and casual. "Would you like some coffee? It's almost ready."
Haruki, clearly caught off guard but trying to maintain his composure, nodded. "Sure, that sounds good," he replied, his voice a little uneven as he stepped further into the kitchen.
Kyouko could see the way his eyes flickered to her bare skin, still wrapped in the towel, but she made no effort to cover herself up. Instead, she poured two cups of coffee and, with a playful glint in her eyes, decided to sit down right beside him at the kitchen table—closer than she usually would. Her smooth, moisturized skin was inches away from him, her bare legs just barely touching his as she settled in.
She smiled to herself, knowing that this close would make it impossible for him not to look. And indeed, she could feel his eyes on her. He tried to be subtle, of course—glancing away when he thought she might notice—but she knew exactly where his gaze was lingering. Her bare shoulders,her breast, the smoothness of her legs, the curve of her neck. He was trying to be respectful, but she could tell that he was drawn to her.
Kyouko sipped her coffee, her expression calm and composed, as if nothing unusual was happening. "I hope you slept well," she said, her voice soft, though she knew his mind was likely elsewhere. "It's nice to have a quiet morning like this, isn't it?"
She spoke casually, engaging him in light conversation, but inside, her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and satisfaction. She didn't push too far—this was just a playful game for her. She didn't want to cross a line, not yet. But she enjoyed the way Haruki attention made her feel—alive, desired, and beautiful. Her husband hadn't looked at her like this in years, and now, here was Haruki, captivated by her without her even needing to try too hard.
She leaned in slightly, her bare shoulder brushing against his as she reached for her coffee cup. "You seem a little distracted, Haruki," she teased gently, her voice light, as if she were merely making an innocent observation. She smiled softly, knowing full well what was distracting him.
For Kyouko, this was more than just a playful morning—it was a moment to feel seen, to bask in the quiet attention of someone who found her attractive. She didn't need anything more from Haruki. For now, the look in his eyes was enough.
Kyouko was happier than she had been in a long time. As she sat beside Haruki, feeling the warmth of his presence and the weight of his gaze lingering on her, a quiet satisfaction settled deep within her. It wasn't just about Haruki's attention—it was about what that attention represented. A young man, someone vibrant and full of life, was captivated by her. He noticed her beauty, her smooth skin, her youthful face—things that her husband had long since taken for granted.
The playful game she had started this morning had given her something she hadn't felt in years: a sense of power. Not in a manipulative way, but in the simple fact that she still had the ability to attract, to be desired. She hadn't realized how much she missed this feeling until now.
As they chatted casually over their coffee, Kyouko mind began to wander. What would Haruki do if she took things a step further? What if, right now, she stood up and let the towel drop, revealing everything to him? Would his breath catch in his throat? Would he turn away, embarrassed, or would he be unable to look anywhere else? The thought made her pulse quicken, a mixture of curiosity and excitement swirling in her chest.
She knew she shouldn't think like this—it was wrong, wasn't it? Haruki was her son-in-law, married to her daughter. But that small voice in her head, the one that had been ignored for so long, whispered that this was harmless. She wasn't really going to do it. It was just a fantasy, a fleeting thought born out of her desire to feel alive, to be seen as the beautiful woman she knew she was.
Kyouko glanced at Haruki out of the corner of her eye, watching him as he pretended to be absorbed in his coffee. She could see the tension in his body, the way his eyes flickered back to her whenever he thought she wasn't looking. He was drawn to her, just as she had hoped. But how far could she take this? How far did she even want to go?
A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. What would he do? she thought to herself. What would his reaction be if I stood up and let everything go?
She could feel the temptation growing, but she kept it under control, for now. This game was exciting, but she wasn't ready to cross that line—not yet. The thought of it, though, was intoxicating. Kyouko took another sip of her coffee, her fingers lightly brushing her bare skin as if by accident, knowing Haruki's eyes were still on her.
It wasn't about seduction. Not really. It was about feeling something again—something more than the routine of her daily life, more than the cold indifference of her husband. She didn't need to strip naked in front of Haruki to feel powerful, to feel desired. Just knowing that he was drawn to her, that he couldn't take his eyes off her, was enough.
Haruki's eyes were fixed on Kyouko bare skin, his desire growing with each passing moment. He wanted to reach out and touch her, to feel the softness of her breast, but he held back, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The temptation was almost overwhelming.
Slowly,Kyouko rose from her seat, Haruki gaze drifted down to her lips, imagining the sensation of those full, inviting lips against his own. He was lost in thought, his breath coming in shallow gasps.Suddenly, the towel slipped from Kyouko, revealing her naked body.
Kyouko stood there, frozen, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. Haruki, too, was stunned, his mouth wide open as he took in the sight of her flawless skin, her full, round breasts with their pink, erect nipples, and her flat, toned stomach. But it was her intimate area that truly surprised him—Kyouko pussy was completely smooth, devoid of any hair, a sight that took his breath away.
Kyouko quickly grabbed the towel and rushed towards her room, her face burning with shame. She had never intended for this to happen, and the sudden exposure left her feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Haruki, on the other hand, was consumed by a mix of emotions—desire, awe, and a touch of guilt. He knew he should look away, respect her privacy, but he found himself unable to tear his eyes from her perfect form.
As Kyouko disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her, Haruki mind raced. He felt a surge of excitement, a thrill unlike anything he had experienced before. The encounter had been unexpected, but it had awakened a deep longing within him. He knew he should leave, gather his composure, but he couldn't bring himself to move. Instead, he remained where he was, his heart pounding, his mind filled with the image of Kyouko naked body.
Inside her room, Kyouko heart still racing from the embarrassment of what had just happened. She had never expected the towel to slip like that. Haruki had seen everything—her smooth, bare body, completely exposed. The way his eyes had stayed glued to her, not even blinking, was burned into her memory. The shock in his expression had been obvious, but there was something else in the way he looked at her: desire. And that thought, strangely enough, didn't make her feel as awkward as she would have imagined.
Yes, she felt shy, but there was no awkwardness. She knew, deep down, that she had started this whole thing—teasing him, playing with the way he looked at her. Maybe it had gone too far, but what was done was done. It was just an accident, she told herself. Nothing is going to change.
A soft smile crossed her lips as she let the moment replay in her mind. Haruki didnt say a word, but his reaction was clear. For a brief moment, she had felt fully seen, fully desired. But now, as she sat alone in her room, that satisfaction was quickly replaced by frustration.
Her smile faded as she turned her head toward the futon where her husband lay, just waking up from his drunken stupor. He had seen her too, standing there naked in their bedroom. But unlike Haruki, he had barely reacted—just a lazy glance in her direction. His eyes didn't linger, didn't show any interest. Nothing. It was as if she were invisible to him.
"Morning, honey" she said with a strained sweetness, trying to suppress the irritation building up inside her.
"Hmm? Morning," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. His voice was heavy with sleep, and there wasn't even a flicker of recognition that his wife was standing naked in front of him.
Kyouko frustration bubbled up, but she swallowed it down, her expression carefully composed. Even now, after all her efforts to look beautiful, to maintain her youth, her husband couldn't care less. He saw her standing there, completely exposed, and all he could muster was a groggy "hmm," as if it didn't even matter.
She turned away from him, taking a deep breath to calm herself. This was nothing new, but it stung more now, after the way Haruki had looked at her. Her husband's indifference only deepened the contrast between the two men—one who saw her as just part of the background, and the other who had been mesmerized by her mere presence.
For a moment, Kyouko let herself feel the sting of that reality. But then, as she calmed herself down, she reminded herself that it didn't matter. She couldn't expect anything from her husband anymore. If she wanted to feel noticed, to feel desired, she'd have to find it somewhere else.
( End of chapter )