Kyouko finally pretend to noticed Haruki standing in the doorway, "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 stay calm, nodded. "Sure, that sounds good," he replied, his voice a bit shaky as he stepped further into the kitchen.
Kyouko noticed how his eyes flickered to her bare skin, still wrapped in a towel, but she didn't cover herself. Instead, she poured two cups of coffee and, with a playful look in her eyes, sat down right beside him at the kitchen table—closer than usual. Her smooth skin was just inches away from him, her bare legs barely touching his as she settled in.
She smiled to herself, knowing that being this close would make it hard for him not to look. And indeed, she could feel his eyes on her. He tried to be subtle, glancing away when he thought she might notice, but she knew exactly where he was looking—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 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 softly, knowing 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 excitement and satisfaction. She didn't want to push too far—this was just a playful game for her. She enjoyed the way Haruki's 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 trying 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 making an innocent observation. She smiled softly, knowing exactly what was distracting him.
For Kyouko, this was more than just a playful morning—it was a moment to feel seen, to enjoy 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 felt happier than she had in a long time. Sitting beside Haruki, feeling the warmth of his presence and the weight of his gaze on her, brought a quiet satisfaction. It wasn't just about his attention—it was about what that attention represented. A young man, vibrant and full of life, was captivated by her. He noticed her beauty, her smooth skin, her youthful face—things her husband had long taken for granted.
The playful game she had started that morning gave her something she hadn't felt in years: a sense of power. Not in a manipulative way, but in the simple fact that she could still attract someone, still be desired. She hadn't realized how much she missed this feeling until now.
As they chatted casually over their coffee, Kyouko's mind began to wander. What would Haruki do if she took things a step further? What if she stood up right now and let the towel drop, revealing everything to him? Would he catch his breath? Would he turn away, embarrassed, or would he be unable to look anywhere else? The thought made her pulse quicken, a mix 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 she had 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 from the corner of her eye, watching him pretend 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 played at the corners of Kyouko's lips. What would Haruki do? she thought. What would he think if she stood up and let everything show?
The temptation grew, but she kept it under control for now. This game was exciting, but she wasn't ready to cross that line—not yet. Just thinking about it was thrilling. Kyouko took another sip of her coffee, her fingers brushing her bare skin, knowing that Haruki's eyes were still on her.
It wasn't about seduction, 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 strong or desired. Just knowing he was drawn to her, that he couldn't take his eyes off her, was enough.
Haruki's eyes were fixed on Kyouko's 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, clenching his fists at his sides. The temptation was almost too much.
Slowly, Kyouko rose from her seat, and Haruki's gaze drifted down to her lips, imagining the feeling 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 frozen, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. Haruki was also stunned, his mouth open as he took in her flawless skin, her full breasts with their pink nipples, and her flat, toned stomach. But what surprised him most was how completely smooth she was—Kyouko's pussy was hairless, a sight that took his breath away.
Kyouko quickly grabbed the towel and rushed to her room, her face burning with shame. She had never meant for this to happen, and the sudden exposure left her feeling vulnerable.
Haruki was consumed by a mix of emotions—desire, awe, and a touch of guilt. He knew he should look away and respect her privacy, but he couldn't tear his eyes from her perfect body.
As Kyouko disappeared into her room and closed the door, Haruki's mind raced. He felt a surge of excitement, a thrill unlike anything he had felt before. The unexpected encounter awakened a deep longing within him. He knew he should leave and collect himself, but he couldn't move. Instead, he remained where he was, his heart pounding and his mind filled with the image of Kyouko's naked body.
Inside her room, Kyouko's heart raced from the embarrassment of what had just happened. She had never expected the towel to slip. Haruki had seen everything—her smooth, bare body completely exposed. The way his eyes stayed glued to her was burned into her memory. The shock on his face was clear, but there was also something else: desire. And strangely, that thought didn't make her feel as awkward as she expected.
Yes, she felt shy, but there was no real awkwardness. Deep down, she knew she had started this whole thing—teasing him and 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 would change.
A soft smile crossed her lips as she replayed the moment in her mind. Haruki hadn't said a word, but his reaction was clear. For a brief moment, she had felt fully seen and desired. But now, sitting alone in her room, that satisfaction quickly turned to frustration.
Her smile faded when she turned to look at the futon where her husband lay, just waking up from his sleep. He had seen her too, standing there naked. But unlike Haruki, he barely reacted—just a lazy glance in her direction. His eyes didn't linger or show any interest. Nothing. It was as if she were invisible to him.
"Morning, honey," she said with strained sweetness, trying to hide the irritation building inside her.
"Hmm? Morning," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. His voice was heavy with sleep, and he didn't even acknowledge that his wife was standing naked in front of him.
Kyouko's frustration bubbled up, but she swallowed it down, keeping her expression composed. Even after all her efforts to look beautiful and youthful, her husband didn't care. He saw her standing there fully exposed, and all he could manage was a groggy "hmm," as if it didn't matter.
She turned away, taking a deep breath to calm herself. This was nothing new, but it hurt more now, after the way Haruki had looked at her. Her husband's indifference deepened the contrast between the two men—one who saw her as part of the background, and the other who was mesmerized by her presence.
For a moment, Kyouko let herself feel the sting of that reality. But then, as she calmed down, she reminded herself that it didn't matter. She couldn't expect anything from her husband anymore. If she wanted to feel noticed and desired, she would have to find it somewhere else.
(End of chapter)