Meanwhile, as he walked a few steps behind his mother, Hiroshi's mind wasn't on the street. It was on her.
Kyouko…
That body... that skin… those curves hiding under that soft green dress...
Damn.
I couldn't believe it—that after so long, I'd finally found a hidden flower in this neighborhood. And not to mention, she's my mother's friend.
He smiled, darkly.
She's gotta be one of those lonely housewives. Quiet. Gentle. That type always folds the fastest once you press the right buttons. Probably hasn't had a real man touch her in years. Just by looking at her, I know she's been in a sexless marriage.
His smirk deepened.
This means she'll be an easy target for me.
I'll swing by tomorrow. Maybe drop a little charm, talk smooth. Make her laugh, let her feel seen. The moment she looks at me like I'm different—bam.
He chuckled.
I'll have her wet before she even realizes it.
