The house was quiet.
Somehow, too quiet.
Seiji wondered why it felt so different, so tense—
Then he realized: he hadn't heard Yumi or her baby all evening.
He had heard his stepmom in the kitchen before she and Jun went to bed. But other than that… nothing. No crying. No footsteps. No laughter.
Where is Yumi? What's going on?
Seiji went out into the hallway and stood outside Yumi's room for a moment, listening to the silence.
No light spilled through the gap under the door.
Is she even in her room?
All he heard was a soft sigh.
Barely anything.
A muffled sound that could've been a held-back sob.
Seiji knocked once, gently.
"…Yumi?"
No answer.
He pushed the door open.
Only the night light was on in the dark bedroom. The baby was asleep in the crib. Yumi was sitting on the floor beside the bed, knees drawn to her chest, her arms wrapped around them like she was trying to keep herself from falling apart.
"Hey, sis," he said, closing the door behind him. "Are you alright?"
Now he could see that her eyes were wet, even though she kept her chin down, as if she was ashamed he caught her like this.
"Seiji…" Her voice was barely there. "I'm sorry. I'm trying. I really am."
He came closer. His long shadow, stretching across the floor, reached her first.
"Trying?"
She shook her head. "I am. I shouldn't… ask you for all of this. It's not fair. I'm supposed to handle things by myself."
"You don't have to," he said.
Yumi kept staring at the floor.
"I couldn't stop thinking about last night," she whispered.
Seiji felt heat spreading inside him.
Finally! She's confessing…
Yumi swallowed hard. "I just… I felt so good. Calm. Happy. It scared me. It still scares me."
Seiji knelt next to her.
"Yumi… Listen…"
It took her a moment.
Then she finally lifted her head, her eyes already breaking—
"I don't know what's happening to me," she said. "Every time I think I'm fine, it comes back... And I just…" Her lips trembled. "…I just want you to hold me."
And something inside her gave way.
A small, desperate sound escaped her as she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his shoulder. Her hands clutched his shirt.
"Seiji…" she whispered. "…please."
He knew what she meant.
He wrapped his arms around her—slowly, calmly—pulling her against him.
And the moment he did, she broke completely.
Silent sobs shook her body.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
Raw.
Real.
She wasn't hiding it anymore.
She was surrendering again—
but this time, completely.
Yumi lifted her head and kissed Seiji. Deeply and passionately.
Oh Yumi!
"Could you stay with me tonight as well?" she blurted.
"Of course."
She gripped his forearms and kissed him again and again. "Thanks."
Her hands pulled him closer, and they slowly lowered to the floor, Seiji on top of Yumi.
"I want you," she whispered right into his ear. "Please…"
That's the moment—the total surrender. Of my Yumi.
Seiji's mind was muddled. The world narrowed to the frantic pulse in his throat.
He just knew he entered her, right inside her, in a quick, rough motion, all the way inside.
"Oh god!" she exclaimed.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
This is the best feeling in the world! So wet and hot… We're having real sex!
He pounded Yumi with all the power he had in him, unable to restrain himself.
She moaned loudly on every thrust.
"So… deep… too… much… oh… Seiji…"
The only thing Seiji could hear was their heavy breathing and slapping of his body against hers.
Holy fuck! This is amazing…
Yumi's face flushed, and her head jerked side to side.
"Too… big… too… deep…" she whined. "I can't… oh… oh…"
And then her eyes rolled back and she went silent, her mouth wide open.
"Ah!" a long loud moan escaped her, her back arching.
Seiji couldn't stop. He was close.
He felt something so strong and powerful coming up that he couldn't.
His eruption was monumental.
He squeezed his eyes so hard, he could see stars…
Stars…
Noise in his ears…
And pulses of his cock shooting waves of cum somewhere there—deep into Yumi's womb.
Fuck!
Seiji collapsed against her. He could feel her heart hammering against his ribs, like there was a bird there, inside a tiny cage, trying to escape.
Boom.
Boom.
Booooom.
They lay on top of each other, both completely spent.
The amulet whirred loudly.
The baby slept.
The house stayed silent.
And Yumi—
her arms were wrapped around Seiji's neck and her face pressed against his.
Blissful.
Finally relieved.
Perfect.
"Seiji," she whispered, much later.
"Yes?"
"I'm happy." Her lips brushed against his cheek. "I'm very happy."