"My mother came because she wanted to help. She asked me to have dinner with her tonight. If Yukino were here, she would have allowed me to bring her along. After your summer vacation, we can take Yukino to visit her," Haruno explained gently.
"I understand," Akira replied, his eyes calm and unreadable.
It was not surprising that Mrs. Yukinoshita would take the initiative to find Haruno.
She always had a subtle way of looking out for her daughters, especially now when it involved Akira.
Maybe, because Nanajo Shiori was currently staying on the island, while she herself remained alone in Tokyo. That is why, the first person who naturally came to her mind was Yukinoshita Haruno.
It was also not merely a matter of convenience or familiarity.
Taking the initiative to seek out Yukinoshita Haruno also represented a form of recognition—an acknowledgment of Haruno's position, ability, and the role she played beside Akira Fujimiya!
"I'll go change my clothes first~," Yukinoshita Haruno said casually, leaning close to Akira. "After that, we'll head to the beach."
She leaned in and kissed Akira lightly on the cheek, her lips brushing against his skin with practiced ease.
Then, without lingering, she turned and walked toward the lounge area.
Akira remained where he was, waiting for Yukinoshita Haruno. He walked over to the window as he looked down at the ground below through the glass, watching the people coming and going in the building.
.....
Ten minutes passed.
Downstairs at Yukinoshita Construction Company, Akira set off together with Yukinoshita Haruno on his motorcycle.
Yukinoshita Haruno hugged him tightly from behind. She did not urge him to go faster, nor did she distract him unnecessarily.
Instead, she spoke in a relaxed, almost nostalgic tone, as if she were recounting distant memories.
"When I was in high school," Yukinoshita Haruno said softly, "....I actually wanted to hide it from my mother and secretly find a boyfriend. I wanted to experience a different kind of life, just once."
Akira kept his attention on the road, listening quietly without interrupting her.
"As a result, before I could even find one," Haruno continued, her voice calm but faintly amused, "I was assigned all kinds of work. There were endless things to learn, endless responsibilities placed on me."
She loosened her grip slightly and rested her chin against his shoulder, continue in her usual tone.
"At school, I was an excellent student. I even became the student council president..which Mother used as a standard and taught Yukino to treat me as a role model. That's why she hated me back then."
Akira did not speak, but slowed down the speed.
"However," Haruno said after a brief pause, "I loved Yukino-chan very much. She's my only sister."
Her arms tightened again.
"I want her to grow up freely, without being bound by expectations."
"But in order to surpass me," Haruno said quietly, "she still learned many things she didn't like. Even now...."
The motorcycle gradually slowed to a stop.
When they arrived, Yukinoshita Haruno loosened her arms and stepped down.
She leaned forward again and kissed Akira on the cheek, her expression gentle, playful.
"A reward for fulfilling my high school dream~."
Akira turned his head slightly to look at her. "Your dream was to have your boyfriend drive you to the beach?"
"Well~," Haruno replied with a smile, looking toward the sea, "it would be even better to skip classes at Sobu High School and go to the beach during class hours while we are at it~."
"I didn't expect you to have such a rebellious side," Akira said, standing beside her.
"I want to be a free and independent being," Yukinoshita Haruno replied. "I don't want to spend every day learning something or calculating something."
She leaned against Akira's shoulder naturally.
"Your dream has come true now," Akira said, wrapping his arm around her slender waist.
Yukinoshita Haruno remained quiet for several minutes.
Then she turned to face Akira and, without hesitation, leaned forward and kissed him.
In his lips this time.
Akira responded naturally, pulling her closer.
The kiss lasted for a long time.
By the time they separated, the sun had already begun to sink toward the horizon.
....
At sunset,
Akira and Yukinoshita Haruno sat together on the rocks by the shore.
Akira spoke calmly about what had happened on the island—Yukino's gradual changes, her progress, his conversation with Nanajo Shiori, and Hiratsuka Shizuka's series of unexpected reactions.
After listening to this, Yukinoshita Haruno smirk playfully.
"I actually taught Yukino-chan quite a lot," she said. "But, after realizing that you finally took action, my feelings are a little… complicated~."
"Are you jealous?"
"I'm not jealous," Haruno replied. "I just feel that Yukino-chan has always been pushed forward by me. It feels a little unfair."
"I think Yukino listen to your advice on this matter," Akira said calmly, "not only because you are her sister, but also because she likes me."
"Yukino-chan really likes you, Akira," Haruno said with certainty.
"...Don't think too much," He said lightly, "even if Yukino and I both get married in the future, you still have to come see me often."
"You're very greedy," Haruno said with a smile.
"Haruno," Akira replied, "this is a story you started with your own hands."
Yukinoshita Haruno couldn't help but laugh.
That was true.
This story began because of her actions. In her relationship with Akira, she was always the one who took the initiative.
"Miss Nanajo's illness requires an opportunity," Akira said, looking at the fading sunset. "If we can find a way to treat her, I can also increase the probability of its success."
"...If you can somehow cure her," Yukinoshita Haruno replied, "it will be beneficial for you. If the Nanajo family can have heirs, then the Nanajo family will eventually belong to you as well."
Akira did not speak.
Nanajo Shiori herself had said the same way.
As long as Akira could cure her, she would choose him without hesitation.
"Akira," Yukinoshita Haruno said softly, "Let's go to the inn first, before going to the Hotel."
"Alright," Akira replied.
.....
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and red as Akira and Yukinoshita Haruno made their way along the winding path to the inn.
The air carried the salty tang of the sea, surrounding the property—Haruno's family inn, a quaint wooden structure.
.....
After 20 minutes,
Haruno walked with her usual grace, her dark hair swaying gently in the evening breeze, the hem of her light kimono-style dress brushing her calves, she had change her dress to something comfortable.
She glanced sideways at Akira, her sharp eyes glinting with that familiar playful mischief.
The floor was empty, their were not many staff or servant in this inn, ensuring privacy. As soon as they finished talking with the one servant maid, Akira's hand slid down to her lower back, then lower still, cupping the firm curve of her ass through the thin fabric of her dress.
His fingers squeezed possessively, feeling the spankable flesh yield under his grip—warm, resilient, and all too inviting.
He was careful, even though their was only one maid who was also walking towards the kitchen.
Haruno's breath hitched, but a sly smile curved her lips.
She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned into his touch, her body heating up instantly, a flush creeping up her neck.
"Bold as ever, Akira-kun," she murmured, her voice laced with teasing approval. Her tight waist twisted slightly as she turned, guiding him toward the hallway with a subtle press of her hips against his hand.
The contact sent a spark through her, her neat pussy already beginning to weep nectar, dampening her panties with anticipation.
She led him swiftly to her private room at the end of the corridor—a spacious chamber with shoji screens filtering the soft lantern light, a low futon spread out on the tatami, and the faint scent of incense lingering in the air.
The door slid shut behind them with a quiet thud, and Haruno turned the lock, her playful demeanor shifting to something more seductive.
"We don't have much time," she said, her eyes locking onto his with that sharp-witted gleam. "Mother will expect us soon. But... I suppose a quick reminder of how it started wouldn't hurt."
Akira's gentle smile deepened into something hungrier as he closed the distance, his hands roaming up her sides to cup her perky big breasts through the dress. They were full and firm, the flush nipples already hardening under his palms, poking insistently against the fabric.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Haruno," he said softly, his voice commanding yet affectionate. "Let me make sure you have no reason for it."
He pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them between his fingers, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.
Haruno arched into his touch, her teasing nature shining through even as desire clouded her eyes.
"Oh? And how do you plan to do that, hmm? With words, or something more... convincing~?"
She reached up, fingers tracing the line of his jaw before pulling him down for a kiss.
Kiss!
Their lips met in a heated clash—hers soft and demanding, tongue slipping past his teeth to tangle with his in wet, exploratory strokes. She tasted his flavor, moaning softly into his mouth as his hands kneaded her breasts harder.
The kiss broke with a slick pop, and Haruno's hands were already working at his shirt, buttons flying open to reveal his toned chest.
"You're too good at this," she whispered playfully, nipping at his lower lip. "Please make me forget everything but you."
Her body pressed flush against his, the heat between her thighs evident as she ground subtly against his growing bulge. Akira's cock stirred to life, thickening in his pants—big, long, and girthy, the curved length straining for release.
He didn't waste time.
With a swift motion, Akira spun her around, pressing her back to the wall.
His hands hiked up her dress, bunching the fabric at her waist to expose her lace panties, already soaked through.
The neat trim of pubic hair peeked above the waistband, dark and sparse, framing her weeping pussy.
"No more teasing," he growled gently, his commanding hunger surfacing as he yanked the panties down her thighs, letting them pool at her ankles.
Haruno kicked them aside, her firm ass cheeks parting slightly as she bent forward, bracing her hands on the wall.
"Then take me, Akira,'' she replied, her voice breathy but laced with that sharp wit.
She wiggled her spankable ass invitingly, the flesh jiggling softly, her pussy lips glistening with nectar that dripped down her inner thighs.
Akira freed his cock with one hand, the thick shaft springing out—heavy, veined, and throbbing, the head already slick with pre-cum.
He grabbed her hip with his free hand, fingers digging into her tight waist for leverage, and aligned himself. The first thrust was rough, the bulbous head parting her slick folds with a wet schlick, burying half his length in one go.
Haruno moaned loudly, her walls clenching around him like a velvet vice—hot, tight, and weeping more nectar to ease his invasion.
"Ahh... yes, just like that," she gasped, her playful tone fracturing into a soft plea. "So thick... filling me up."
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed softly in the room—plap—as he sank deeper, his hips snapping forward until his balls pressed against her clit.
Her perky breasts heaved with each breath, nipples scraping the wall through her dress as she pushed back, meeting his rhythm.
Akira set a rough pace immediately, no gentle warmup for this quick encounter.
His hand grabbed her ass cheek, spreading it for deeper access, while the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He thrust hard, the curve of his long cock dragging along her inner walls, hitting that sensitive spot that made her knees buckle.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The wet slaps grew louder, mingled with the squelch of her pussy gripping him, juices coating his shaft and dripping to the tatami.
Haruno's moans filled the air—heavy, throaty sounds that betrayed her love, sharp wit forgotten in the haze of pleasure.
"Nngh... harder, Akira! Fuck me like you own me," she demanded playfully, even as her voice cracked with need.
Sweat beaded on her skin, the scent of her arousal sharp and musky, mixing with his own masculine tang. Her tight waist twisted, ass bouncing with each impact, the firm cheeks reddening from the subtle spanks he delivered—each one making her pussy flutter around his cock.
He leaned in, mouth latching onto the back of her neck, sucking a mark that would fade before dinner. Or wouldn't.
"You feel incredible, Haruno," he murmured against her skin, his gentle personality yielding to raw hunger.
PLAP!
His thrusts turned brutal, hips pistoning with commanding force, the head of his cock battering her cervix on every plunge. Her nectar squirted lightly with the intensity, splashing his thighs, the room growing humid with their combined heat.
"Oh god... yes! Right there," Haruno cried out, her body trembling, big breasts swaying pendulously as she rocked back.
The flush pink nipples ached, begging for attention, but the position kept her pinned, focused on the rough penetration.
She reached back, nails digging into his thigh, urging him deeper.
Schlick! Schlick! Plap!
The sex sounds intensified, her pussy lips puffing around his girth, little pubic hair matted with sweat and fluids.
Akira's hand slid around to her front, fingers finding her swollen clit—hard and slick—and rubbing in firm circles. Haruno's moans turned to whimpers, her sharp-witted facade crumbling into soft pleas,
"Please... don't stop. I love this... love you inside me." Her walls spasmed, climax building fast in the quick frenzy. He spanked her ass again—
Slap! Slap!
—the sting pushing her over the edge.
"Ahh! Cumming... Akira!" she screamed, pussy convulsing in tight waves, milking his cock as nectar gushed out, soaking them both. The sensation was too much; Akira thrust deep one last time, burying to the hilt as his balls tightened. Hot ropes of cum erupted, flooding her depths—spurt after thick spurt—painting her walls white.
"Take it all," he grunted, holding her flush against him, their bodies slick and shuddering.
They stayed locked like that for moments, breaths ragged, the air thick with the scent of sex—salty cum, sweet nectar, sweat. Haruno turned her head, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss, moaning softly as his cock softened inside her.
''Mmm... that was exactly what I needed," she whispered teasingly, though her eyes shone with genuine affection.
Akira pulled out with a wet pop, cum trickling down her thighs. He helped her straighten her dress, his touch gentle now, masking the hunger once more. "Good. Now, about your mother..."
Haruno laughed breathlessly, composing herself with that playful smirk. "Let's not keep her waiting. But remember, Akira—this story's far from over."
.....
Night fell.
Downstairs at the Yukinoshita family's hotel, Akira parked the motorcycle.
He and Yukinoshita Haruno took the elevator directly to the restaurant on the upper floor.
Haruno now dress in a professional dress.
Mrs. Yukinoshita was already seated by the window. She stared outside, her gaze fixed on the night view, though what she was truly looking at was unclear.
"Mother," Yukinoshita Haruno greeted softly.
"Mrs. Yukinoshita," Akira too said politely, bowing slightly.
Mrs. Yukinoshita turned her head. When she saw the faint blush still lingering on Haruno's face, she shot Akira a sharp look.
Akira smiled awkwardly and took his seat.
Yukinoshita Haruno sat beside him as if she had not noticed anything.
Mrs. Yukinoshita sighed and gestured to the waiter to begin serving the dishes.
The restaurant atmosphere was elegant, refined, and quiet.
The food was excellent.
However, Akira had no intention of savoring it slowly. He had been "hungry" for a long time and ate without restraint.
Mrs. Yukinoshita noticed this and wanted to remind him, but she hesitated.
After all, the reason for his hunger was obvious!
Yukinoshita Haruno, on the other hand, ate leisurely, showing no intention of speaking.
After the meal, the waiter opened the bottle of red wine and poured a glass for each of them.
Akira picked up his glass and looked at the night scenery outside the window.
"Are you and Yukino happy living on the island?" Mrs. Yukinoshita asked first.
"Very happy," Akira replied. "Just a little tired."
Mrs. Yukinoshita's reflection was clearly visible in the glass.
Agitated!
"It's too early for you to marry Yukino," Mrs. Yukinoshita said quietly. "If it were Haruno, I wouldn't object."
"It's too early for me to get married at all," Akira replied, understanding her implication.
"Originally," Mrs. Yukinoshita continued, "I planned to let Haruno choose a suitable marriage partner, then hand over Yukinoshita Construction Company to her. Now, with your assistance, she has already taken control. From the family's perspective, you marrying her would be the best outcome."
"And Yukino?" Akira asked.
"I won't stop you," Mrs. Yukinoshita replied calmly. "When you and Yukino get married, I will even attend the wedding."
"So," Akira said, glancing at Haruno, "I'll be getting married twice, and my nominal wife will be Haruno?"
"...."
Yukinoshita Haruno lifted her glass and took a sip, remaining silent.
"Mother," Haruno said after a moment, "I just want Yukino to be happy. Being misunderstood doesn't matter to me. My wish has always been simple—to control the company and see Yukino get married."
"Haruno," Mrs. Yukinoshita replied, "if you get married, Akira will definitely make the company stronger, and you happier. Why don't you think about your own happiness?"
"Because you never taught me how," Haruno replied slowly. "What you taught me was how to use people, how to plan strategies, and how to remain rational at all times."
"...."
Mrs. Yukinoshita fell silent.
"Perhaps," she said eventually, "I was wrong."
"You weren't wrong," Akira said lightly. "Without your teaching, Haruno wouldn't be who she is today."
"Are you mocking me?" Mrs. Yukinoshita asked coldly.
Akira shook his head.
'Maybe'
"Mother," Haruno said softly, "I'm grateful to you. No matter what mistakes you made, your place in my heart hasn't changed."
"Haruno…" Mrs. Yukinoshita murmured.
"From now on," Haruno said, "Just let us decide our own paths."
"...I understand," Mrs. Yukinoshita replied, her expression complicated.
.....
Later, in the elevator, Akira and Yukinoshita Haruno stood side by side.
"This should be the last test," Akira said.
"Yes," Haruno replied. "Mother probably won't interfere anymore."
"I feel like I went too far," Akira said.
"You're the one who went too far?" Haruno smiled faintly. "If you put yourself in her position—"
"Then I'd reserve a cemetery in advance," Akira replied.
Haruno laughed.
"My father actually wants me to marry you," she said. "But he'll respect my choice. No matter what path I take, he'll support me."
Akira looked at her.
"Don't tell Yukino," Haruno added.
"I'm sorry," Akira replied, "but I have to."
Akira rejected Yukinoshita Haruno's words.
Yukinoshita Haruno was stunned for a brief moment.
Akira Fujimiya reached out and gently held her hand, his grip steady and warm.
Yukinoshita Haruno let out a quiet sigh. She understood Akira's thoughts almost immediately.
"I'm not trying to gain anything," Akira said calmly. "But I know very well that you like Yukino more."
'More than me'
"...What you've done," Akira added softly, "is something Yukino deserves to know about. If I tell her, your relationship will only become better."
Akira's reason was simple, and he did not hide it.
"Our relationship is already good enough."
"It's not enough, There's still a sense of distance between you and her."
"Akira-kun, you are not.."
"Haruno," Akira said, seriously, "you don't actually think I'm that kind of person, do you?"
Yukinoshita Haruno paused.
"…Sorry," she said after a moment. "I blamed you wrongly."
"An apology," Akira replied lightly, "has to be sincere."
Yukinoshita Haruno smiled helplessly and shook her head, still holding his hand.
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