Seijirou reached the front door of his house and immediately took out his key to open the door to his house, but his hand froze just inches from the lock.
He realized with a sudden spike of caution that the door wasn't locked; it was slightly ajar, barely enough to let in a sliver of darkness.
He pushed the door open slowly, cautiously, his body instantly tensing into a ready stance.
He stepped inside, the air in the small hallway smelling faintly of soap and something savory, like fresh herbs, which caused him to frown.
Someone was still here.
He immediately noticed the soft clinking of dishes in the kitchen and a gentle, almost meditative humming sound of a woman.
Then, he closed the door silently, ensuring the latch didn't click, and moved with a stealthy grace honed from years of avoiding detection.
After all, he was great at sneaking around the house of some MILF's he was having an affair with to avoid getting found out by their husbands.
