An hour passed.
Kyouko sat at the edge of the bed, quietly changing back into her dress.
Her body was tired… spent…
But her heart felt light.
She smiled faintly.
Haruki… that beast.
He hadn't stopped.
Not even after she climaxed again and again.
Still, she couldn't complain.
She stood in front of the mirror —adjusting her hair, then reaching for her small pouch.
She applied her face serum gently, fingertips moving with care.
Then, just a light touch of lip stick—soft pink, nothing dramatic.
That was all.
No foundation. No mascara. No powder.
Haruki, sitting nearby, couldn't stop watching.
She was glowing.
Her skin smooth and fair, with that natural pale-white tone that always made her seem like she stepped out of a painting.
Not a single blemish.
No dryness.
Not even body hair.
Just… smooth. Silken. Perfect.
And her smile.
So serene. So effortless.
"Haruki?" Kyouko called out, tying her hair up in a high ponytail.
"Hm?"
He blinked, pulled from his trance.
