Chapter 32

Hot water slid down his back, washing away the stickiness of the milk tea, but failing to wash away the agitation in his heart.

At this moment, Kageyama Sora was sitting on the sofa in the hotel suite, his gaze sweeping unconsciously toward the closed bathroom door.

He reached up to rub his burning earlobes, trying to dispel the inappropriate images in his mind.

The sight of Fukuji Mihoko bathing uncontrollably intruded into his thoughts—her fair skin, damp hair tips, slightly trembling eyelashes... these images played on a loop in his mind like a slideshow.

"Kageyama Sora, what are you thinking about!" He slapped his head hard, stood up from the sofa, and paced back and forth across the room.

The floor-to-ceiling window reflected his restless figure, and the neon lights of the city in the distance flickered in the night, yet they could not dispel the heat rising within him.

He recalled the temperature of her fingers when Fukuji Mihoko took the milk tea, the blush that bloomed on her cheeks when she spoke, and her slender silhouette stretched long by the setting sun.

"Just ordinary friends, just helping to deal with the clothes," Kageyama Sora muttered to himself, trying to convince himself.

Yet his gaze still couldn't help but drift toward the bathroom, imagining that delicate figure amidst the mist.

The faint scent of citrus in the air seemed to seep through the gap in the bathroom door, making his heart itch with unbearable longing.

He didn't know how much time had passed when a faint sound finally came from the bathroom door.

Kageyama Sora held his breath instantly, the sound of his heartbeat becoming exceptionally clear in the silent room. Fukuji Mihoko walked out wrapped in a wide bathrobe, her wet golden hair draped casually over her shoulders, water still dripping from the tips.

The bathrobe was a soft, elegant cherry blossom pink, setting off her snow-white skin and making her look like a classical beauty who had just stepped out of a painting.

"Th-thank you." Fukuji Mihoko didn't dare look Kageyama Sora in the eyes, keeping her head lowered to stare at her toes.

The collar of her bathrobe was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbones and glimpses of skin.

She reached out to hand the milk-stained school uniform to Kageyama Sora, and the moment their fingertips touched, both of them pulled back as if scalded.

Kageyama Sora's hands trembled as he took the uniform; the fabric still retained Fukuji Mihoko's body heat and a faint fragrance.

"I, I'll take this to room service right away." As he turned, he accidentally knocked over a glass on the coffee table, and the crisp sound of shattering glass exploded in the room, startling a soft cry from Fukuji Mihoko.

"Watch out!" Kageyama Sora didn't care about the glass shards all over the floor; he stepped forward and pulled Fukuji Mihoko into his arms to protect her.

The two were pressed incredibly close, and he could clearly feel the girl's soft body and her rapid heartbeat.

Fukuji Mihoko looked up, water droplets still clinging to her damp eyelashes, her eyes filled with panic and shyness.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only their hurried breathing intertwined in the air.

Kageyama Sora looked at Fukuji Mihoko's glistening lips, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

Fukuji Mihoko's cheeks were so red they looked like they might bleed; she wanted to push Kageyama Sora away, but found she had no strength in her arms.

"I-I'm sorry." Kageyama Sora was the first to snap out of it, hurriedly stepping back, only to accidentally brush against a glass shard.

A sharp, stinging pain came from the wound on his leg, but he didn't notice it, merely scratching his head in embarrassment, "I, I'll go clean up the glass."

Watching Kageyama Sora's flustered state, Fukuji Mihoko's nervous mood suddenly relaxed, and she couldn't help but let out a soft giggle.

She bent down to pick up a towel from the coffee table and walked over to Kageyama Sora, "Sit down, let me tend to your wound."

Kageyama Sora sat obediently on the sofa, watching as Fukuji Mihoko knelt before him, carefully cleaning the glass shards from the sole of his foot.

The girl's focused expression, the faint scent drifting from her hair, and the glimpses of skin revealed by her bathrobe collar made his heart race uncontrollably once again.

"All done." Fukuji Mihoko looked up, and their gazes collided once more.

The air seemed to have been drained of all oxygen; Kageyama Sora could hear the roar of his blood rushing through his veins.

Beneath Fukuji Mihoko's damp eyelashes, her heterochromatic eyes—which he didn't know when she had opened—reflected his burning face, her cherry-colored lips slightly parted, carrying the fresh, sweet scent of citrus from her bath.

The air became so quiet, so very quiet; the ticking of the wall clock mixed with their breathing, like a prelude to a scene about to unfold.

Kageyama Sora reached out as if possessed, his fingertips trembling as they brushed away a water droplet sliding down her cheek, his movements as gentle as touching fragile glass.

Fukuji Mihoko's eyelashes fluttered violently, but her body remained frozen as if under a binding spell.

"Mihoko..." His voice was so hoarse it sounded foreign even to himself, his warm breath sweeping over her reddened earlobe.

The girl's upturned neck traced a graceful arc against the collar of her cherry-pink bathrobe; Kageyama Sora's Adam's apple bobbed, and as he leaned down, Fukuji Mihoko closed her eyes.

The moment their lips touched, time came to a crashing halt.

Soft, warm, and carrying the fragrance of shower gel, it was even more thrilling than he had imagined.

Fukuji Mihoko subconsciously gripped his sleeves, an electric, tingling sensation spreading through her entire body from her fingertips.

Kageyama Sora carefully cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Even though the air conditioning was on, the temperature in the room seemed to be rising higher and higher.

Fukuji Mihoko's initially stiff body gradually relaxed, and she found herself responding to the kiss involuntarily, her heartbeat thundering so loudly it made her eardrums ache.

She was clearly not someone skilled at kissing, having no experience at all, yet in this kiss with Kageyama Sora, she found herself becoming increasingly intoxicated...

When they finally pulled apart, both their lips were glistening, and Fukuji Mihoko pressed her burning forehead against his chest, listening to his equally chaotic heartbeat, a shy smile blooming amidst the ambiguity that filled the room.

Chapter 72: Fukuji Mihoko's First Experience

The warm yellow wall lamp bathed the room in a honeyed glow, and tiny specks of light danced in Fukuji Mihoko's heterochromatic eyes, her eyelashes trembling incessantly.

This was her first time being this intimate with a man; the strength with which her fingers gripped the edge of her bathrobe was enough to wrinkle the fabric, and she was as tense as a taut string, her breathing becoming cautious.

She knew that what was happening now had started with a kiss, but it would absolutely not end with one.

Kageyama Sora found it hard to describe his current state of mind.

He swore that bringing Fukuji Mihoko here to handle her clothes was absolutely not because of any dirty thoughts; after all, his own wings were already in a chaotic mess.

However, sometimes when the mood strikes, it's not as simple as just deciding not to think about it...

Since he was already thinking it, pretending otherwise would be meaningless...

"Seriously, you're beautiful... and your soul is even more beautiful than your face." Kageyama Sora's voice was as low as a cello, his scorching gaze sweeping over her flushed cheeks, her slightly parted lips, and finally resting on her fingertips, which were curled in nervousness.

He reached out and wound her golden hair around his fingers, the silk-like texture making his Adam's apple bob: "Do you know? When you bravely stood up to your coach for the sake of your members, I felt like I saw you glowing..."

His thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin behind her ear, "I was thinking right then, you're truly charming... it's intoxicating..."

These soft words were spoken slowly, not as some flowery declaration but as a simple statement, yet they made Fukuji Mihoko stiffen, her face turning bright red in an instant.

She tried to step back, but Kageyama Sora pulled her waist in, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.

She could clearly smell his unique scent, just like the first time they met, and the sound of her own heartbeat thundered, making her eardrums ache.

"My heart is beating so fast..." Fukuji Mihoko's voice trembled noticeably, her hands pressed against his chest, though she pulled them back in a panic as if she had touched a hot iron.

As Kageyama Sora leaned down, his warm breath sprayed against her burning earlobe: "Let me look at you."

He gazed into her heterochromatic eyes, looking at her crimson cheeks.

His fingertips slid down her flushed cheek, stopping at her lower lip, which she had bitten in her nervousness, and he gently pressed his thumb against it: "Your heart is beating fast because you are looking forward to this too..."

Fukuji Mihoko felt her whole body go limp; under his gentle yet forceful gaze, even the strength to resist vanished completely.

When Kageyama Sora's kiss landed, Fukuji Mihoko instinctively closed her eyes, her body tensing up straight.

He first kissed her lower lip softly, a gentle touch, and only after sensing her stiffness did he reach out to cradle the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Fukuji Mihoko let out a startled whimper, subconsciously grabbing his shirt, her nails sinking deep into the fabric.

"Relax..." Kageyama Sora pulled away from her lips, his voice husky and bewitching.

His kisses trailed along her jawline, landing on her neck, which rose and fell violently with her nerves; he nibbled and licked, leaving ambiguous marks on her snow-white skin.

Fukuji Mihoko tilted her head back, a broken sound escaping her throat, her legs turning to jelly, relying entirely on Kageyama Sora's arm around her waist to keep from collapsing.

When Kageyama Sora's fingers touched the sash of her yukata, Fukuji Mihoko grabbed his wrist, tears welling up in her heterochromatic eyes: "No, don't..."

She had never experienced a scene like this; the nervousness and shyness nearly drowned her.

Kageyama Sora's movements paused, and he looked up, kissing her lips lightly: "As you wish, there's no rush."

Saying this, he pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, "But don't hide from me, hmm?"

Fukuji Mihoko curled up in his embrace, listening to his powerful heartbeat, and her nervousness was gradually replaced by a sense of security.

She nodded gently, and when she looked up, she met Kageyama Sora's gentle yet burning gaze. This time, when his lips descended again, she closed her eyes and leaned in, responding to the intimacy that made her heart flutter.

Fukuji Mihoko felt that she liked it; otherwise, she figured she would have slapped him and left long ago.

But she had no thoughts of running away, only feeling that such intimacy made her nervous... so...

The moment Fukuji Mihoko kissed him again, she chose to respond gently.

And Fukuji Mihoko's active response was like a spark, instantly igniting the desire Kageyama Sora had suppressed for so long.

An ambiguous atmosphere spread wildly through the air, his kisses becoming more fervent and domineering, his tongue wantonly exploring every corner of her mouth.

Fukuji Mihoko gradually lost herself in this surging love, her previously tense body slowly becoming soft, like melting honey, pressing entirely against Kageyama Sora.

Kageyama Sora's fingertips slid down her spine, leaving scorching trails wherever they touched.

When his fingers reached the hem of her yukata, the fabric slid down along her, and her golden hair cascaded like a waterfall onto the snow-white sheets.

Fukuji Mihoko trembled slightly, her heterochromatic eyes filled with a hazy blur, yet also carrying a hint of anticipation.

She had never imagined she would find herself in such a situation, but at this moment, she was willing to sink into Kageyama Sora's gentleness and passion.

"You are even more beautiful than I imagined." Kageyama Sora's voice was low and husky, making her cheeks flush crimson.

His gaze wandered greedily over Fukuji Mihoko's body, as if he wanted to carve every bit of this beauty into his mind.

Fukuji Mihoko was not like Haramura Nodoka... but she possessed the figure of a beautiful young girl nonetheless.

He leaned down, his warm lips landing on her collarbone to nibble gently, every movement causing Fukuji Mihoko to let out fragmented sounds.

Fukuji Mihoko even felt dazed, unable to understand why she was making such sounds herself.

She was in a state of total confusion.

She wanted more, yet she feared that unknown sensation.

But Kageyama Sora gave her no chance to hesitate, continuing his conquest.

Fukuji Mihoko only felt her consciousness beginning to blur, her senses magnified infinitely.

She could clearly feel Kageyama Sora's body temperature, his breathing, and everything Kageyama Sora gave her.

The air was filled with the sound of their two breaths, weaving together into a mesmerizing melody.

She felt as if she were floating on the clouds, or perhaps falling into a scorching flame.

Kageyama Sora's kisses traveled downward, each one like a spark, setting her ablaze.

Fukuji Mihoko's legs drew together instinctively, only to be slowly parted again under the guidance of Kageyama Sora.

She closed her eyes, not daring to meet Kageyama Sora's gaze, yet his scorching stare burned against her skin as if it were a physical force.

"Look at me." Kageyama Sora's voice carried an irresistible command.

Fukuji Mihoko trembled as she opened her eyes, locking gazes with his fiery black pupils.

In that moment, she felt as though her very soul were being laid bare before him.

And her body, just like her soul... was being... seen through.

Fukuji Mihoko bit her lower lip, her brows furrowed tightly, her body tensing up from the pain.

"Relax, Mihoko." Kageyama Sora paused, kissing her forehead and cheeks gently, soothing her with a soft whisper.

The Morning After That

Kageyama Sora believed that since they had already begun, there was no need for subtlety; naturally, he should go all out so that the person involved could experience true pleasure.

And so, disregarding the fact that this was Fukuji Mihoko's first time, Kageyama Sora began to quicken his pace, each deep thrust causing Fukuji Mihoko's body to shudder in response.

She felt as if she were drifting in the midst of surging waves, at times pushed to the peak of ecstasy, and at others falling into an abyss of desire.

Her consciousness gradually shattered amidst wave after wave of pleasure, leaving her no choice but to cling tightly to Kageyama Sora, rising and falling with his rhythm.

"Sora..." Fukuji Mihoko called his name in a muddled slur, her voice filled with ** and dependence.

Despite the two of them never having spoken of love or even liking one another, they felt a unique kind of joy born purely from such intimate contact.

At this moment, Kageyama Sora lowered his head to kiss her lips, swallowing her voice entirely.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, their sweat intermingling and shimmering with a crystalline glow under the ambiguous light.

In this delirious moment, Fukuji Mihoko felt as if she saw countless brilliant fireworks blooming in her mind, or as if she were standing in a sea of flowers, tightly enveloped by sweetness and bliss.

She did not know how much time had passed, feeling only that her body had merged into one with Kageyama Sora's, and that her soul had been sublimated in this ultimate pleasure.

When that moment finally arrived, Fukuji Mihoko held Kageyama Sora tightly, letting out a shattered scream.