As a boy, Roland showered quickly. In just five minutes, he erged from the bathroom.
Normally, he wouldn’t have rushed so much. After all, who doesn’t enjoy soaking in a warm bath?
But the thought of cuddling with Kasumi was far more appealing, so he hurried through his shower and went straight to bed.
"Aunt Kasumi, I’m done. You should go shower too~," Roland said, sitting beside her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Then why don’t you let go of Aunt Kasumi right now?" Kasumi glared at him, annoyed. This boy had completely abandoned all pretense of politeness. Not only did he dare to hug her so casually, but he even ca to embrace her wearing nothing but a bath towel.
Roland hadn’t bothered to change into pajamas after his shower. Where he’d picked up this habit of wrapping himself in a towel, she couldn’t imagine.
A towel-clad body... wasn’t that sothing only won usually did?
Didn’t boys feel awkward doing that?
"Just for a mont. I’ll let go right away~," Roland said, switching from a one-ard hug to a tight two-ard embrace, pulling Kasumi even closer.
Then he slowly lowered his head toward Kasumi. Her eyes flickered, clearly guessing what the boy intended.
He just wants what I want...
Yes, she wanted that...
Just monts ago, when Roland had released her to take a shower, she had felt a profound emptiness, loneliness, and cold for the first ti in forty years. It was as if she had been plunged into an ice cellar, the chill so unbearable she had nearly rushed into the bathroom to throw herself back into his arms, seeking warmth.
The discomfort had been overwhelming. If Roland had taken any longer in the shower, she didn’t know how much more she could have endured.
So, though she verbally protested when he pulled her back into his embrace, she secretly watched Roland’s lips draw closer and imdiately clamped her mouth shut.
She silently watched him approach, until she could feel his breath on her skin.
Kasumi quickly held her breath, closed her eyes, and waited quietly for the deep kiss she so desperately craved.
Yet, after several seconds, the soft, maddeningly tender touch she craved failed to materialize. She tried to lean in, but that elusive softness seed to deliberately evade her, refusing to et her lips.
"Ah..."
Karena mother’s lips trembled with frustration. She desperately needed that tenderness; without it, she felt she would truly die of longing.
With a surge of anger, she snapped her eyes open, glaring at the mischievous boy who hovered just before her lips, teasingly still. "Do you think this is so kind of ga?" she demanded.
"Of course not~," Roland replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It’s getting late. Why don’t you take a bath first, Aunt Kasumi? Then we can decide whether to sleep or... do sothing else, right?" His words sounded reasonable, but the wicked smirk playing at the corner of his lips betrayed his true intentions. Kasumi knew he was deliberately tornting her.
She lunged forward again, trying to force a kiss, but the brat dodged her once more.
"You little rascal! How dare you tease your elders like this?" Kasumi snapped, her fury reaching its boiling point.
"Teasing is nothing. I’d even dare to make you my woman," Roland retorted.
"Then go ahead and do it! Can’t you see your aunt is practically begging for it?"
"I can see that, but you’ll need to shower soon. This stop-and-start teasing is so awkward. Why not wait until after your bath and then we can satisfy each other completely in one go?" Roland quickly reassured her.
"...!"
Kasumi fell silent, fully aware that this child was playing hard to get. Yet she couldn’t deny the logic in his words. This intermittent teasing was indeed frustrating. Wouldn’t it be better to shower first and then spend a sleepless night in bed together?
The thought sent a surge of intense excitent through her.
If they truly spent a sleepless night together, perhaps it would finally alleviate this burning, agonizing desire that consud her.
But one concern lingered in her mind. In her current state of desperate need for release, what if things escalated beyond control once they were in bed, turning into a night of relentless, unstoppable passion?
Could sothing truly forbidden, an intimacy that must never be allowed, happen tonight?
Kasumi didn’t know. She couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t.
In her current state—trembling at the slightest separation from Roland’s embrace—could they really stop themselves?
What they planned to do tonight was undoubtedly dangerous, perhaps even life-threatening.
But what did it matter?
So things can’t be avoided simply by knowing their consequences. All she knew was that her lips were still trembling, starved for the imagined softness and moisture.
If she couldn’t heal her lips, she might not even survive the night. Who would worry about risking their life in the future then?
Let’s just get through tonight safely and comfortably first!
"Hmph! Just wait until you’re done bathing! Auntie will teach you a lesson!" Kasumi finally decided to go through with it. With a soft huff, she deliberately pulled away from Roland’s embrace and hurried to the bathroom to bathe.
She needed to hurry and wash up today, finishing her bath before the discomfort beca unbearable. Then she could rush back into her young forbidden lover’s arms and be reborn!
So, Kasumi decided to follow Roland’s example, aiming to get clean in about five minutes.
But just as she was about to leave the water Roland had used earlier, the bathroom door clicked open. Soone had barged in without knocking or asking permission.
Even worse, the was holding up a phone with the cara clearly activated!
*Click, click, click*—the sound echoed as Roland permanently captured Kasumi’s graceful figure reclining in the bathtub in his photo album.
"You naughty boy! Snapping pictures of others without permission is so rude!" Kasumi exclaid, flustered and indignant, hastily covering herself.
"Does Aunt Kasumi like rude, naughty boys~?" Roland retorted shalessly, even stepping closer.
"What do you think? Who would like soone who doesn’t even understand basic manners?"
"So..."
"So that ans your aunt Kasumi doesn’t like bad boys either. She just likes you, okay? Happy now?"
"Of course I’m happy! I like Aunt Kasumi too—like, marriage-level like!"
"Marriage my foot! You’re supposed to marry Karena, you know?"
"What about you then?"
"You can’t marry both of us, can you?"
"Now that’s what I call a win-win!"
"Win-win my butt! Stop taking pictures and co help change already. Don’t you want to cuddle up in bed soon?"
"Just two more shots! I’ll be right there!" Roland happily added a few more stunning photos to his collection.
Watching the mischievous boy ticulously snapping pictures of her body, Kasumi’s felt a mix of affection and exasperation. In the end, only indulgent fondness remained.
Oh well, she thought. He’s the boy I’ve watched grow up. How could I possibly stay mad? I really do want to be closer to him.
But she had underestimated the boy’s "malice." After he finished taking photos, the clothes he brought for her to change into weren’t pajamas, but... a white bath towel!
This kid... does he really expect us to sleep wrapped in just a towel?
This towel is so loose! It’ll fall off with the slightest turn in bed!
Kasumi felt a surge of embarrassnt and anger, but then...
Then she let him wrap the towel around her.
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