The cicadas sang louder this morning—almost like they were trying to drown out the silence in Misaki's chest.
The suitcase sat at the door.
Takumi stood in the entryway, freshly showered, dressed in clean jeans and a white T-shirt. His collar was damp, his hair still tousled. But his eyes never left her.
Misaki stood barefoot, wearing a light yukata tied lazily around her hips—no bra underneath, her nipples visibly hard beneath the thin fabric, her legs bare and trembling slightly.
The ache wasn't just in her heart.
Her womb still felt full.
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Farewell – One Last Touch Before the Gate
Takumi stepped forward and touched her cheek.
"You'll be okay?"
Misaki nodded slowly, then leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn't rushed.
It wasn't sexual.
But it was full of heat.
As their lips pressed together, her fingers slid down his chest, brushing the waistband of his jeans—just enough to tease.
"Your cum's still dripping from me," she whispered. "I'll walk funny all morning."
He smirked. "Good."
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Gate Goodbye – But Not the End
They walked together to the wooden village gate, cicadas still screaming in the background.
His ride was waiting—a small local van.
Before he stepped away, he turned and cupped her face again.
"Last night wasn't the end, Misaki."
She blinked. "It wasn't?"
He leaned down.
"It was the beginning."
Then kissed her one last time—slow, deep, with the kind of heat that promised he would return to claim everything he left behind.
She smiled through moist eyes.
"I'll keep your room ready. And your spot in my bed."
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Epilogue – Months Later, A Swollen Clue
Three months later…
A warm breeze danced through the house.
Misaki stood at the kitchen window, a hand resting gently on her belly. Her yukata was slightly tighter now.
The kettle whistled.
The cicadas chirped.
A familiar voice called from outside.
"Misaki! I'm back!"
She turned, eyes wide, heart racing—
Takumi stood at the gate, suitcase in hand, smile cocky, and eyes locked onto her waist.
Her cheeks flushed.
"I told you I'd come back," he said.
She touched her belly again.
"And I told you… you left something behind."
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Final Line:
Summer ended with a goodbye.
But fall began with a heartbeat.
—The End.