"Reina, goodbye."
"Yoshito, see you tomorrow."
Reina reluctantly gazed at Ito Yoshito as she stepped out into the rain under the umbrella held by her family's maid, making her way back to the brightly lit mansion.
"Hehe—"
Kurashiki Reika narrowed her eyes slightly, scanning the retreating figures of Yoshito and Reina, a ripple of emotions swimming in her gaze made Yoshito feel a bit uneasy.
"Come sit in the front seat."
Retrieving her gaze, Kurashiki Reika spoke calmly, looking out into the rainy night illuminated by streetlights.
"Yes, Mrs. Kurashiki."
...
"Pat, pat, pat..."
Raindrops pelted against the car window, producing a clear yet unpleasant sound. Ito Yoshito sat in the passenger seat, the windshield wipers moving rhythmically. He noticed a faint, pleasant fragrance permeating the air inside the car.
The interior was quiet, and Yoshito felt tense, sitting upright as if facing a hungry tigress, always mindful of the risk of being pounced and devoured.
"..."
The red light turned on, and Kurashiki Reika brought the car to a stop. The neon lights outside, reflecting off the rain, seemed to dye the entire world in shades of red and blue.
Yoshito gazed at the lights, feeling a bit dazed and restless, beginning to miss the sensation of holding Reina's soft body.
"Ito Yoshito."
Suddenly, Kurashiki Reika broke the silence in the car, startling him.
"Ah? Mrs. Kurashiki, what is it?"
Yoshito turned to look at Kurashiki Reika.
She didn't respond immediately, her face calm, like the stillness before a storm at sea, yet this calm brought an unspoken sense of pressure.
"You've been with Reina, haven't you?"
After a long pause, Kurashiki Reika finally asked slowly.
"!"
"Pat, pat, pat..."
Raindrops seemed to seep through the car's gaps, trickling down to Ito Yoshito's forehead, feeling uncomfortably cold.
"...Yes."
"..."
The green light lit up, and the car resumed its slow journey along the damp road, the sound of rain filled the air. Kurashiki Reika drove without speaking, and the car's engine hummed softly, hovering between the two of them.
"Whoosh..."
The car remained silent until it stopped on a relatively secluded street not far from Yoshito's small rental apartment, the engine gradually dying down.
Yoshito sat nervously in the passenger seat, afraid to move even slightly.
Suddenly, he felt a strange movement near his pant leg. Looking down, he saw a delicate little hand with lavender nail polish resting on his thigh. He froze, his body tensing up.
Following the slender arm up to her face, he noticed Kurashiki Reika's lips curved into a faint smile, her dark blue eyes glimmering with amusement.
"What a coward you are～"
With a playful gesture, her glamorous fingers tapped against her full red lips, looking particularly alluring due to the bold red lipstick. Her voice was sultry and magnetic.
"Just a little scare, and you've been on edge the whole way. How amusing～"
(Just basic operations in the realm of power dynamics! (⌯︎¤̴̶̷̀ω¤̴̶̷́)✧︎)
"Mrs. Kurashiki...?"
"Hehe—"
Kurashiki Reika glanced at the frozen Yoshito with a playful look, her long eyebrows slightly raised. The pride in her demeanor seemed to radiate a natural nobility, making it hard to resist her allure.
Kurashiki Reika positioned herself sideways; beneath her red office attire, her voluptuous black stockings lifted from the seat, and then...
They slid right into Yoshito's lap!
Leaning gently against the car door, Kurashiki Reika crossed her arms, her proud curves more exaggerated than Reina's, as if the buttons on her crimson V-neck were about to pop open.
With her chin held high and a slight smirk on her lips, she said,
"Now, give me a foot massage!"
Her tone was casual, yet exuded an undeniable authority that left no room for refusal.
What could Yoshito do? He felt 'desperate' as well! All he could do was submit to Kurashiki Reika's insistence!
.....
The wind howled on the rainy night, and the torrential downpour made the air feel thin.
A layer of tension filled the car as Kurashiki Reika glanced at Yoshito, her golden hair resting on her white neck, looking incredibly tempting.
She closed her eyes, savoring the massage from Yoshito, occasionally releasing soft, enticing murmurs.
"Mm-hm～"
Through the sheer black stockings, one could see that Kurashiki Reina's delicate little feet were also painted with red nail polish, exuding an intoxicating charm.
Yoshito gently pressed on her slender ankles; the dampness from the rainy day combined with Reika's earlier driving had left her feet slightly moist, feeling soft and smooth under his touch, reminiscent of a warm kitten's paw.
Glancing at Kurashiki Reika, he noticed her enjoying it a lot.
Yoshito placed his hands on her supple, delicate calves, gently stroking them. His palms were warm and dry, reminiscent of a spring breeze—comforting in the chilly rain.
"...Mm, mm, mm, that tickles～ Mm～"
Kurashiki Reika could hardly bear the pressure from Yoshito's fingers, letting out a soft moan.
"..."
Outside the car, the wind and rain roared; perhaps if someone walked by, they wouldn't hear the ambiguous whispers coming from inside.
"Whoosh—"
Kurashiki Reika slowly opened her tightly shut eyes, her narrow gaze now enveloped in a layer of mist.
"This feels great～ I feel like the exhaustion from the past few days has been washed away."
She tucked some stray hairs behind her ear, smiling gleefully at Yoshito.
"You're quite skilled, Ito. You must do this often for others, right?"
Images of Tsukishima Kyoko flashed in Yoshito's mind; she, like Kurashiki Reika, also had those stunning long legs in black stockings.
Shaking his head, Yoshito replied, "That's not the case, ma'am."
"Mm-hm? Is that so..."
Watching Yoshito with a smile, Kurashiki Reika lazily narrowed her eyes, indifferent to the truth of his words. At least, his response was satisfying to her.
With her right forefinger beckoning him closer, Kurashiki Reika lazily commanded, "Come here."
Upon hearing her, Yoshito gently placed her small, stocking-clad foot down, shifted his palm into the space between the seats, and leaned forward slightly, half-propping himself up on the seat.
Kurashiki Reika lifted her hand to gently caress Yoshito's handsome face, her fingers tracing its contours.
"Hehe—" she laughed softly, a teasing smile on her lips, "Open your mouth, eat fish, and we'll call it five million off."