Chapter 60: Chapter 19

Seijirou stepped through the doorway, the soft chime of the wind bell above the entrance greeting him with a familiar tone.

The faint scent of lilies and air freshener immediately filled the air, instantly bringing back a flood of memories.

The Korukawa household hadn’t changed much, he thought.

The same dark wood floors, the same family photos lining the hallway, the same warm light that used to pour from the kitchen whenever Aiko was home.

Aiko turned gently to Seijirou and gestured toward the living room.

"You go relax. I’ll prepare dinner," she said. "Suzune, stay with Kageyama and keep him company."

"Got it, Mom." Suzune smiled.

With that, Aiko disappeared into the kitchen, and the soft sound of utensils and simmering immediately filling the air.

Seijirou took off his shoes, walked into the living room, and sat on the sofa.

It felt strange, almost surreal, to be back here again. He leaned back, exhaling quietly, trying to shake off the exhaustion of the night’s chaos.

But before he could even let his shoulders sink into the couch, Suzune moved closer, and without a word, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him, her face flushed and her red eyes fixed on his.

Seijirou blinked.

"Suzune—" he started, but his voice was cut off when she pressed her lips to his.

The sudden heat of her kiss froze him for a heartbeat, her lips trembled against his, soft and desperate, tasting faintly of the tears she had shed earlier.

But instinct as a veteran warrior who has been into hundred battles immediately took over.

Seijirou’s hands went to her waist, and before long, he took control of the kiss, guiding her, deepening it.

Suzune tried to keep up, but her inexperience showed, her breath grew shallow, her body trembled slightly, and soon she pulled back, panting softly.

Her lips were red and swollen, her cheeks burning hot, but she was smiling, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Her teary eyes met his. "I thought... you were going to push me away."

Seijirou’s brows furrowed. "Why would you think that?"

She looked down, her hands clenching the fabric of his shirt.

"Because you always did before." Her voice wavered. "Every time I tried to get close to you, you turned away."

She raised her head again, meeting his eyes. "I wanted to thank you... not just for tonight, but for everything. You’ve always been the one to pull me out whenever I fell apart, do you know that?"

Seijirou, of course, know about it.

In middle school, after her father died, Suzune became depressed and unapproachable, preferring to keep to herself, and always in a daze.

She barely went outside, and almost dropped out of school if her mother didn’t begged and cried at her to continue her studies.

She didn’t care about how she looked or how people saw her. She was just... empty.

And it was Seijirou who helped her get over her depression and brought her back to normal.

Suzune let out a weak laugh. "You probably don’t even realize how much that meant to me. Because of you, I changed everything about myself. I stopped wearing glasses and switched to contacts. I learned how to style my hair, how to use makeup, how to dress properly."

It was at that time when Suzune got really popular, her beauty and charm have won over the entire school, with boys confessing to her left and right.

But she didn’t want to change for the whole school...she simply wanted to change for one person.

Her voice cracked slightly as she continued. "I did all that, because I wanted you to notice me. To look at me."

She paused, her shoulders shaking. "But you didn’t. No matter how much I changed, you never looked my way. And when I finally got the courage to talk to you again... you started avoiding me."

Seijirou closed his eyes briefly. Yeah, he did do that. But that was because—

"I know! You thought I was better off without you, didn’t you? You thought you’d ruin me if I stayed close to you."

At that time, Seijirou’s reputation have already spread far and wide. He was seen hanging around with highschool delinquents and even gotten into several fights.

She gave a shaky laugh and wiped her tears. "But I didn’t care. I followed you anyway. Even when people whispered behind my back. Even when they called me a delinquent. Even when my new friends left me."

She smiled through her tears, though her expression carried both pride and sadness. "I didn’t mind becoming someone they feared. Because as long as I was near you, I felt alive again."

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You were the one who saved me, Seiji. You’ve always been."

She leaned her forehead against his chest, her hands still gripping his shirt tightly, her tears soaking the fabric.

Seijirou’s hand slowly lifted, resting gently on Suzune’s back, his expression softened, his chest tightening with an emotion he couldn’t easily define.

For a long moment, neither spoke. Only their quiet breaths and the distant clatter of dishes filled the room.

"Seiji..." Suzune stared at him, her lips pursed.

Slowly, Seijirou lowered his head.

Then, Suzune’s lips crashed against his once again, but this time with a hunger that had been building for years, her soft mouth yielding to his as their lips tangled in a messy, urgent dance.

She pressed her body against his on the couch, and she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when she feelt the hard ridge of his cock straining through his pants, poking insistently against her thigh.

Her nipples suddenly hardened under her bra, her chest brushing against his chest with every heated breath she took.

Seijirou growled low in his throat, one hand sliding up her back to fist her hair, tilting her head for better access.

He licked at her plump lower lip, teasing, demanding entry like a predator staking his claim.

Suzune parted her lips with a soft whimper, and he didn’t hesitate—his tongue plunged inside, hot and insistent, stroking against hers in deep, swirling strokes that mimicked the way she imagined how he’d fuck her in her dreams.

She tasted the faint salt of his skin, mixed with the lingering sweetness of the snacks they’d shared in the car on the way home, and it made her pussy clench with need, a warm ache spreading between her legs.

Their kiss deepened, their bodies heating up as hands roamed freely.

Seijirou’s free hand gripped her hip, pulling her closer so she could grind against his bulge, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her core.

Suzune moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails scraping lightly over the fabric of his shirt.

Saliva slicked their lips, the wet sounds of their makeout filling the quiet living room, broken only by their ragged breaths.

Finally, Suzune pulled back, gasping for air, a glistening string of saliva connecting their swollen lips before it snapped.

She licked it away, her chest heaving, cheeks flushed a deep pink.

"Seijirou," she panted, still straddling his lap, feeling his cock throb beneath her. "Can you... stay here tonight? Please? I don’t want to be alone."

He nodded, his hazel eyes locked on hers, voice rough with restraint.

"If your mom says it’s okay, yeah. I’ll stay." His hands squeezed her ass briefly, a promise of more to come, making her squirm with anticipation.

Excitement bubbled up in Suzune, and she bounced once on his lap before scrambling off, her skirt riding up to flash the edge of her panties.

"I’ll convince her! Wait here!" She darted toward the kitchen, her footsteps light and eager, leaving Seijirou alone on the couch.

He watched her go, then leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face with a heavy sigh.

Staring at the ceiling, he muttered to himself, "I fucked up. This is gonna be a long night."

His cock ached, still hard from her teasing grind, and he adjusted himself discreetly, already imagining peeling off her clothes and burying himself balls-deep in her tight heat.

In the kitchen, the sizzle of vegetables in the pan filled the air, mingling with the savory aroma of dinner.

Aiko stirred methodically, her apron tied neatly around her waist as Suzune suddenly sidled up beside her, beaming with that wide, innocent smile that always worked on her mom.

"What is it?" Aiko asked without looking up, flipping a piece of meat with practiced ease.

Suzune clasped her hands together, batting her lashes dramatically.

"Mom, can Seijirou stay over tonight? Pretty please? I’m still so scared from earlier, and he’s the only one who makes me feel safe. Like, really safe." She pouted, leaning against the counter, her voice dripping with exaggerated pitifulness.

Aiko paused, sighing as she turned down the heat on the stove. She eyed her daughter for a moment, then nodded. "Fine, he can stay. But behave yourselves."

Suzune squealed, jumping up and down, her breasts bouncing slightly under her top.

She spun on her heel to rush back and share the news, but Aiko’s hand shot out, gently grabbing her arm.

"Hold on," Aiko said, her tone firm but amused.

She reached into a nearby drawer, pulling out a small, unopened box of condoms and pressing it into Suzune’s palm. "Take these. If you’re going to... you know, do anything, use protection. I’m not ready to be a grandma yet."

Suzune’s eyes widened, her face exploding into a crimson blush that spread down her neck.

"MOM!" she yelped, snatching the box like it was on fire. "What the— I mean, we weren’t— oh my god!"

Aiko chuckled, turning back to the pan. "Don’t act so surprised. I was young once too. Although, definitely not this young."

But Suzune’s embarrassment suddenly shifted to curiosity as she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Wait... why do you even have these? Who’s using them?"

Aiko raised a hand in warning, and Suzune instinctively flinched, throwing up her arms to shield herself, a habit from their playful scoldings.

But Aiko just lowered her hand with a tired sigh. "Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to, young lady. Now go tell your boyfriend the good news before dinner’s ready."

"Okay, okay! Yes, ma’am!" Suzune saluted sharply, the box crinkling in her fist, and bolted back to the living room, her mind racing with a mix of mortification and thrill.

Seijirou was going to love this— or at least, they’d both love putting those condoms to good use later, when the house quieted and she could finally feel him stretch her open, thrusting deep and hard until she came undone around him.

Aiko narrowed her eyes as she watched her daughter’s back, "Seijirou... You didn’t keep your promise at all."

She sighed, before turning back her attention to what she was cooking.