"Yu... Misuzu-san?"
Kouhei hesitated, nearly calling her by her family na again before catching himself at the last mont. His voice wavered slightly, betraying his nervousness.
"Um, you say you want to join ? Why?"
"Why?" Misuzu echoed, tilting her head slightly, her golden strands cascading down her shoulder like silk. Her voice was laced with uncertainty, as though she, too, were questioning her own reasoning. "Well... I heard from Hina that you always have soone by your side when you're sleeping. Apparently, they think it helps strengthen your bond with them. And, well... they want to be the one tonight. So, I figured I should do it. Since, you know... I want to get closer to you."
Kouhei swallowed hard. His throat felt dry. That was when his gaze finally took in what she was wearing. The negligee was almost translucent, the soft fabric clinging to her delicate fra and offering a tantalizing glimpse beneath. The dim lighting accentuated the sheer material, making her lacy black bra and panties stand out in sharp contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. A garter belt wrapped snugly around her hips, adding an undeniable allure to her already breathtaking figure. It was an intoxicating sight—one that made his pulse quicken and his mind teeter dangerously close to impure thoughts.
Realizing where his gaze was lingering, he quickly averted his eyes before they could wander too far into forbidden territory.
"U-Um, I'm fine, Misuzu-san. It's not like I'm always craving that or anything. I can sleep just fine alone."
Misuzu tilted her head slightly, her long lashes fluttering as she regarded him with quiet curiosity. "Is that so?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, yet there was sothing about the way she said it that made Kouhei's chest tighten.
Her cheeks were dusted with a faint shade of pink, a subtle contrast to her usual composure. Seeing her like this—so vulnerable yet determined—left him at a loss for words.
"Um, but... I still insist on laying down with you. If that's okay with you..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kouhei felt the heat creeping up his own neck. "Uh... O-Okay... If you really want to, I guess it's fine."
Misuzu's heart pounded against her chest, her breathing growing slightly uneven. The mont felt surreal—was she really doing this? She hesitated for only a mont before stepping forward, closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps.
Each step she took made Kouhei's heartbeat thunder in his ears. The soft rustling of fabric, the gentle patter of her bare feet against the floor—it all seed magnified in the silence of the dimly lit room. Then, finally, she reached the bed.
Gracefully, she lowered herself onto the edge of the mattress, the negligee pooling around her like liquid moonlight. She hesitated for only a mont before slipping onto the bed fully, tucking her legs beneath her as she settled in beside him.
"I'm sorry if this is a little awkward... I've never done this before," she admitted, offering him a small, almost embarrassed smile.
"I... I see... But you really didn't have to go this far, you know? I an, I can sleep on my own just fine."
Misuzu let out a soft, almost lancholic laugh. "It's funny that you think that because... I actually like the idea of sleeping beside you. In the sa bed." She glanced at him, her erald green eyes shimring in the dim light. "Of course, if it really bothers you, I can leave."
"Ah, no, that's not it. It's not bothering or anything... But, are you really sure? I an, wouldn't this be your first ti sleeping next to a guy? I just thought I should remind you that, well... I am a guy, after all. And, uh... doesn't your agency have rules against this kind of thing?"
Kouhei knew little about the entertainnt industry, but he'd heard enough to know that so agencies strictly prohibited romantic relationships—especially for idols, young models, and actors. Misuzu was a rising star, both as a model and an aspiring actress. He couldn't imagine that being seen with a guy in such an intimate situation would be good for her career.
Misuzu smiled, her expression unreadable. "I don't think it really matters, Okumura-kun. Chihiro once told that in this industry, as long as no one knows about a relationship, then it doesn't exist. There are no rules against sothing that doesn't officially 'exist.'"
A secret relationship. The words lingered in Kouhei's mind.
He'd heard of them before—not just in the entertainnt industry, where public scrutiny made romance nearly impossible, but even in normal, everyday life. So people had to keep their love hidden, whether because of social pressures, personal circumstances, or... sothing darker. Affairs. Forbidden romances. Relationships shrouded in secrecy. They had existed long before he was even born.
But no matter how well a secret was kept, there was always a chance it would co to light. A hidden relationship was a fragile thing—one wrong move, one mistake, and it could all crumble apart. And even if the secret remained intact, sotis the weight of hiding it beca too much to bear. So people grew tired of living in the shadows, tired of pretending, and eventually, they would demand to be seen—to be acknowledged.
Kouhei couldn't help but wonder... was that sothing Misuzu was prepared for?
"I would like to have a relationship too... whatever kind it may be," Misuzu murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kouhei felt his breath catch in his throat.
Then, ever so slowly, Misuzu reached out, her delicate fingers brushing against his chest. The warmth of her touch seeped through his skin, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.
"Hey... do you want to continue what we started earlier?" she asked, her voice laced with sothing undeniably sultry.
"W-What?" Kouhei stamred.
"A kiss."
Right. Before Yuuna and the others had returned from the Mitani Faction, he and Misuzu had nearly kissed. The mont had been interrupted, but now, she was offering it again—no hesitation, no uncertainty, just pure, unfiltered desire.
Kouhei turned to his side, his gaze locking onto hers. She was breathtaking. It made perfect sense why she was a model—every feature of hers was sculpted with exquisite perfection. The soft glow of the dim lighting reflected against her smooth skin, highlighting the curve of her lips. They were slightly parted, allowing the faintest hint of her breath to escape, warm and tantalizing against the cool air. The scent of her—a mix of light perfu and sothing uniquely hers—drifted toward him, wrapping around him like an intoxicating spell.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice lower, more husky than he intended.
"Yes," Misuzu whispered. "If it's with you, I think I can do it."
She said it so naturally that Kouhei found himself montarily stunned. But even as his mind tried to process her words, his body was already reacting. Sothing was pulling him in, a thick, invisible force that coiled around him like a luring scent, seeping into his very being. It was dizzying, suffocating in the best way. Having a beautiful woman beside him, clad in nothing but a sheer negligee that left little to the imagination—her delicate lace underwear visible through the translucent fabric—was enough to make any man's resolve waver.
"Or... am I not good enough for you?" Misuzu lowered her gaze slightly, her expression unreadable—until her eyes flickered downward and caught sight of sothing.
Kouhei had always slept in nothing but boxers, and now, the evidence of his arousal was impossible to miss.
"Eh, Okumura-kun, that is..."
"Um... sorry about that. I hope it doesn't bother you or anything," he admitted, rubbing the back of his head, his voice thick with embarrassnt. "But considering I have an extrely beautiful and incredibly hot woman lying beside ... I think it's only natural for my body to react this way."
Misuzu giggled softly, the sound sending a strange heat coursing through him. "You're certainly honest—not just down there."
Kouhei smirked slightly. "Now you have your answer, don't you?"
She blinked at him.
"You asked if you were good enough for ," he clarified. "But, honestly, I'm wondering if I'm good enough for you. You're famous, Misuzu-san."
She didn't respond with words. Instead, she acted.
With a sudden pull, Misuzu crashed her lips against his. The force of it left him montarily stunned, his eyes widening at the unexpected boldness. But instinct quickly took over. He responded to the kiss, deepening it, his tongue slipping past her lips, claiming her breath as his own. The taste of her was sweeter than he imagined, the softness of her lips more intoxicating than anything he had ever known.
Misuzu's body tensed for a brief mont, startled by the depth of his kiss, but then, slowly, she lted into him. Her fingers curled into his hair, gripping him as if afraid he might pull away. The heat between them swirled, thick and suffocating, each second stretching into eternity.
When they finally broke apart, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips, glistening in the dim light before vanishing as Misuzu licked her lips.
"I hope that answers your question as well."
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