Chapter 33

Kageyama Sora released everything at this moment, and the two felt each other within this ocean, enjoying this incomparable moment of intimacy.

At this time, whether it was love or not didn't matter; at this moment, the world consisted only of the two of them.

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting mottled shadows across the bed, weaving with the soft, warm glow of the bedside lamp that had remained on since last night.

Fukuji Mihoko's eyelashes fluttered in her hazy state as she slowly opened her eyes, the remnants of sleep still lingering in her heterochromatic eyes.

She instinctively tried to shift her body, but suddenly froze—an arm wrapped around her waist with a scorching heat, holding her firmly in a warm embrace.

Kageyama Sora's breath brushed lightly against the back of her neck, carrying a hint of laziness and satisfaction.

He seemed to sense the awakening of the person in his arms, tightening his grip slightly as his low voice carried the huskiness of just waking up: "Good morning, Mihoko."

A blush instantly flooded Fukuji Mihoko's cheeks; the memories of last night surged like a tide, making her so shy she almost wanted to shrink into the covers.

She could clearly feel the temperature of their skin pressed together, the heartbeat echoing in her ears gradually synchronizing with her own frantic pulse.

"G-good morning." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, and she clutched the edge of the quilt nervously, not daring to turn around and meet his gaze.

Even though everything yesterday had happened while she was fully conscious, Fukuji Mihoko simply felt she didn't know how to face Kageyama Sora.

Facing Fukuji Mihoko like this, Kageyama Sora let out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and traveling through their pressed bodies.

He loosened his arm, but just as Fukuji Mihoko was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he gently turned her shoulders to face him.

The morning light gilded his silhouette, and his deep, dark eyes were filled with tenderness and longing—a stark contrast to the fiery gaze of last night, yet it still made Fukuji Mihoko's heart skip a beat.

"Why don't you dare look at me?" He reached out to brush the messy blonde hair from her cheek, his fingertips giving her flushed earlobe a gentle pinch: "The brave Mihoko from last night has become so shy now?"

Fukuji Mihoko bit her lower lip and lowered her eyelashes: "I-I haven't..."

Before she could finish, her mouth was blocked by Kageyama Sora's sudden, light kiss.

This kiss was different from the intensity of last night; it was as gentle as a spring breeze, brushing across her lips with comfort and indulgence.

When Kageyama Sora pulled away, Fukuji Mihoko's cheeks were as red as a ripe apple.

She gathered the courage to look up, only to crash into his smiling eyes, which reflected her shy appearance as if they held the tenderness of the entire world.

"Do you know?" Kageyama Sora reached out to gently trace her brows and eyes: "You, being shy for me, are more moving than at any other time."

Fukuji Mihoko's heart hammered wildly in her chest; his words seemed to carry magic, easily stirring the deep-seated palpitations within her.

She suddenly remembered his words from last night about her glowing, and that feeling intertwined with the present, making her unable to resist wrapping her arms around his neck and offering a slightly clumsy kiss of her own.

Kageyama Sora was stunned for a moment, then a doting arc formed on his lips as he pulled her tightly into his arms and deepened the kiss.

The room was filled with a warm and sweet atmosphere, the morning light and love blending together as if time had stood still at this moment.

After a long while, the two finally separated, breathless.

Kageyama Sora rested his chin on the top of her head and whispered: "So good, if it weren't for the upcoming National Tournament, I wouldn't want to let you go..."

Fukuji Mihoko buried her face in his chest, feeling that powerful heartbeat; she understood Kageyama Sora's implication and blushed shyly.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that perhaps fate had its own reasons, and all the past confusion and unease seemed to have found an answer the moment she met him.

Just as the two were immersed in this gentle atmosphere, a sharp, urgent ringtone suddenly blared.

Kageyama Sora frowned but didn't let go of the person in his arms, merely reaching out to fumble for his phone.

Seeing the caller ID on the screen, he sighed helplessly: "It's work-related, I have to go handle it."

Fukuji Mihoko nodded with some disappointment and loosened her arms from around him.

Kageyama Sora left a kiss on her forehead: "I had room service wash your clothes last night; they're on the cabinet now. Wait for me obediently, and I'll take you to breakfast once I'm done."

Watching his back as he walked to the hotel living room sofa, Fukuji Mihoko lay back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

The corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily.

She had never imagined she would have such a relationship with a man, but the fulfillment and happiness in her heart at this moment filled her with anticipation for the future.

After daydreaming for a while, Fukuji Mihoko realized she should get up too. She pulled back the covers and was about to get out of bed, but stumbled due to the soreness in her legs.

The madness of last night had been a bit much for her body; she bit her lip, blushing, and held onto the headboard to slowly stand up.

This made Fukuji Mihoko feel a bit annoyed, and she began to worry that in this state, it would definitely be noticed...

How was she supposed to explain this to her teammates...

Chapter 74: Not Satisfied Yesterday

After changing into her clean school uniform, Fukuji Mihoko walked into the living room and found that breakfast had already been set on the table.

Plates of exquisite pastries were laid out, looking both delicate and delicious.

"Awake?" Hearing her footsteps, Kageyama Sora looked back at her: "Sit down, this is the breakfast room service just delivered."

Fukuji Mihoko looked at Kageyama Sora, who was still operating something on his laptop, and a wave of warmth surged in her heart.

He was truly so considerate...

Seeing Fukuji Mihoko standing still, Kageyama Sora turned around with a smile: "Why aren't you coming over? Are your legs still weak?"

He successfully made Fukuji Mihoko blush, but she walked over to the dining table to eat breakfast with Kageyama Sora.

Kageyama Sora smiled: "I'll take you back to Kazekoshi Girls' High School later. No matter what that coach of yours says, I will protect you."

Fukuji Mihoko said in a gentle voice, "Actually, the coach isn't that bad; it's just that this has always been her way of teaching..."

While dining, the two chatted intermittently, the atmosphere relaxed and cozy.

Kageyama Sora would carefully cut her hot dog and wipe the sauce from the corner of her mouth, every small gesture filled with affection.

Fukuji Mihoko felt that this ordinary, warm daily life might be the happiness she had always longed for.

Morning light spilled gently over the cutlery on the table, dancing across Fukuji Mihoko's flushed cheeks.

Kageyama Sora's long, slender fingers picked up a napkin, and as his fingertips brushed the corner of her mouth, he intentionally lingered for half a second, the warm touch making her eyelashes flutter.

"You got some sauce right here." His voice was as low as a cello's string, yet his gaze remained locked on her lower lip, which was trembling slightly from nervousness.

Fukuji Mihoko's breath hitched, and the crisp sound of tableware clinking against the plate echoed in her ears.

Kageyama Sora suddenly stood up, the hem of his black robe brushing against her bare calves, carrying his distinct scent.

When he knelt on one knee beside her, the golden morning light gilded his profile in honeyed tones, and his falling hair wove an ambiguous curtain between them.

"Mihoko." His fingertips hooked a strand of her golden hair, winding it slowly and tightening his grip, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes.

Fukuji Mihoko could clearly see herself reflected in his pupils—cheeks crimson, eyes misted with moisture, looking indescribably beautiful.

The next second, Kageyama Sora's scorching lips covered hers.

This kiss was more domineering than the one in the early morning; the moment their lips and tongues met, Fukuji Mihoko let out a muffled whimper.

She instinctively pushed against his chest, but he countered by pinning her white wrists against the back of the chair.

Kageyama Sora's kisses slid from her jawline down to her neck, nibbling gently on the faint red hickeys left from last night, causing her legs to entwine involuntarily.

"Don't hide." Kageyama Sora's hoarse voice carried an irresistible tone, his palm ironing against the skin of her waist through her shirt.

Fukuji Mihoko felt like a bonfire being ignited, every inch of her skin burning hot.

When he suddenly swept her up into his arms, she subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, her nose bumping into his warm shoulder.

"Don't... we won't have enough time..." Fukuji Mihoko protested in a small voice.

But the response Fukuji Mihoko received was Kageyama Sora's gentle declaration: "Didn't I tell you? I would take you back..."

Fukuji Mihoko's cheeks turned red instantly; she had never expected that he was laying the groundwork for what was happening now back then.

She had been so foolishly unaware.

The moment the soft sofa sank, Fukuji Mihoko's back pressed against the cool leather.

The muscles in Kageyama Sora's arms, which were braced beside her, were taut, and his falling hair brushed against her sensitive collarbone.

His kisses became fragmented and hurried, trailing down her collarbone, and when his teeth lightly bit the thin strap of her slip dress, Fukuji Mihoko shuddered all over.

"Sora..." Her tearful murmur was swallowed by a new round of kisses.

Kageyama Sora's fingertips probed into the hem of her dress, drawing circles on the inside of her thighs, sparking dense shivers wherever they touched.

When his thumb pressed through the fabric... Fukuji Mihoko arched her body sharply, her nails digging deep into his back.

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room cast flickering spots of light on their figures, and the faint sound of leather rubbing against leather, mixed with rapid breathing, wove a poignant web in the air.

Kageyama Sora suddenly pulled open the sash of his robe, revealing his sturdy chest, and Fukuji Mihoko stared at the bead of sweat on his collarbone, her throat tightening.

"Look at me." Kageyama Sora used his thumb to pry open her lower lip, his scorching gaze seemingly wanting to see right through her.

As his kiss descended, his other hand had already undone one of her buttons.

The moment the Kazekoshi Girls' High School uniform, which had been washed just yesterday, slid down her curves, Fukuji Mihoko closed her eyes, only for Kageyama Sora to bite her earlobe with moderate force: "I said, look at me."

As Kageyama Sora's assault came again, Fukuji Mihoko's nails nearly dug into the sofa.

His tongue kissed with dexterity, while his other hand wandered across her waist, igniting a prairie fire wherever it went.

On the verge of losing consciousness, Fukuji Mihoko heard her own broken whimpers, along with Kageyama Sora's hoarse, low coaxing in her ear: "Do you want more?"

Afterward, Fukuji Mihoko only felt that she had muddledly said yes.

Afterward, Fukuji Mihoko heard her own bones emit the crisp sound of shells knocking together.

Kageyama Sora's kiss was the rising tide, washing over her lips and teeth.

The moment her dress slipped away, Fukuji Mihoko felt her senses split in two.

One half was the cool touch of the sofa leather, like the first snowflake of a winter night landing on her spine; the other half was the temperature of Kageyama Sora's palm, winding into a burning river along the dimples of her waist.

Her eyelashes fluttered, shaking off starlight that condensed into sweat on his collarbone, reflecting the clouds outside the window being crushed by desire.

"Don't be shy... I was afraid of hurting you yesterday, so I didn't fully enjoy it." The hoarse command, wrapped in scorching breath, drilled into her ear canal.

The instant his tongue swept past, she heard the roar of a pendulum collapsing.

All reason was ground into powder, drifting in the air mixed with the scent of sweat.

Her nails sank into the texture of the sofa, her mind a chaotic mess, eventually overlapping with the sound of the man's breathing before her, weaving into a viscous cocoon.

Kageyama Sora's palm was a cloud charged with electricity, and when it brushed the inside of her legs, a muffled thunder exploded.

Fukuji Mihoko's consciousness began to crumble, turning into thousands of wandering fish diving into the vortex of his fingers.

She counted his rapid heartbeat...

As his thumb pressed against the dampness through the fabric, her spine arched like a bow, the whimper spilling from her throat like crushed moonlight, like bubbles exhaled while drowning, like the grievances swallowed during her grueling training for mahjong.

These fragments were recast between the lips and tongue of Kageyama Sora, turning into scalding honey that poured through her neural pathways to drench her entire body.

Chapter 75 Ikeda Kana Challenges to a Fight

The sunlight leaking through the gap in the curtains at dawn suddenly twisted into a spiral, and Fukuji Mihoko felt herself falling, yet simultaneously ascending.

Falling toward the dark river in the deepest recesses of her memory, ascending toward the clouds burned through by desire.

The kisses of Kageyama Sora became thousands of fluttering butterflies, leaving numbing tremors on her skin, each light bite a splash of thick ink on the blank canvas of her soul.

"Don't be shy... I was afraid you'd be in pain yesterday, so I didn't fully enjoy myself."

"Didn't fully enjoy..." The hoarse murmur, whether his or her own, was unclear as Fukuji Mihoko wrapped her arms around his waist like a drowning person clutching the last piece of driftwood.

She saw her own reflection distort and warp on the floor-to-ceiling window, overlapping with the silhouette of Kageyama Sora to form an abstract totem.

Those flickering spots of light became the carriers of a stream of consciousness, scorching their inextricably intertwined souls.

The moment her body was penetrated, the consciousness of Fukuji Mihoko exploded into stardust.

All her past and future collapsed into this single moment, from the time she fell in love with mahjong, to winning championships, to the victory crushed by Amae Koromo last year, to her chance encounter with Kageyama Sora, to the panic of her first time last night—all collided in space-time with the pleasure of this moment.

She heard her own screams mingling with the breathing of Kageyama Sora, refracting into countless echoes throughout the room, each echo carrying a version of herself from a different stage in life.

The rhythm of Kageyama Sora was an uncontrollable tide, pushing her to the crest of a wave and dragging her into the abyss.

The fingernails of Fukuji Mihoko carved red furrows into his back, driving Kageyama Sora to move with increasing intensity.

In her dizziness, she counted the rise and fall of his chest; every moment of closeness felt like two puzzle pieces finally fitting together seamlessly, all her anxieties and expectations finding redemption in the collision of their bodies.

When the climax arrived, Fukuji Mihoko felt her soul break free from its shell, hovering near the ceiling to look down at this spasming body.

She saw sweat gather into streams on their overlapping skin, heard their heartbeats thundering in her ears, and smelled the strange fragrance of their mingled love.

Her consciousness hovered at the peak, only to be caught by the kiss of Kageyama Sora as she fell, kneading her back into her scalding flesh.