Inoue's lips and tongue moved with the kind of boldness only a man who's learned from both worlds could possess — soft yet assertive, unrestrained yet deliberate.
Kate gasped. Her breathing quickened as he trailed kisses down her thighs, his touch both teasing and maddening. When his lips finally reached the place where her desire trembled most, her back arched.
"Aah... please..."
Her voice was a whisper and a plea all at once.
"Tell me what feels good," Inoue murmured.
"T-there... right there... it feels amazing," she confessed, half lost to the heat.
He smiled faintly at her honesty and continued, steady, attentive, patient — until her trembling overtook her words.
"Inoue— I can't... I'm—!"
Her body tensed, waves of pleasure shaking her until her voice broke. Then silence, heavy and alive.
Inoue pulled back, brushing the hair from her face. "How was that, Kate?"
She laughed breathlessly. "Perfect… you're dangerous, you know that?"
He lay beside her, both of them catching their breath. Her skin still glowed with warmth, her eyes hazy but alive again.
For a while, there was only the sound of their breathing. Then she looked down, noticed something, and smiled with mischief.
"You didn't even take off your pants, did you?"
He blinked, amused. "Guess I didn't."
Kate bit her lip, then slipped a hand beneath the waistband. "Then let me fix that."
Her touch drew a low groan from him.
"It's my turn now," she whispered, sitting up and straddling him with quiet confidence.
Under the pale light, her movements were slow and assured — a rhythm born of experience and emotion, not lust alone. She kissed his chest, his shoulder, then met his eyes.
"Do you want me to?"
Inoue's reply came rough and unguarded. "Yes."
She guided him to her, and when they finally moved together, the air itself seemed to shudder.
Every breath, every sound, every heartbeat blurred between them — half grief, half hunger. The sheets whispered as they found a rhythm neither wanted to end.
Kate's voice trembled. "It's been so long since I felt... alive."
Inoue's hand cupped her face gently. "You deserve to feel alive."
They moved together until all words were gone — until what began as escape turned into something perilously close to connection.
And when it was over, Kate collapsed against him, eyes wet, heart still racing.
"I shouldn't have," she murmured.
He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. "Maybe not. But neither of us could stop."
The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was the silence of two people who had crossed a line they both knew existed — and weren't sure they regretted it.
The room moved in rhythm — creak, creak, creak.
Kate gasped between each breath.
"Inoue… why are you so good at this? So good!"
He smiled up at her. "Really?"
"Really. You're incredible… absolutely incredible."
And she meant it. The sensation that rose through her entire body was electric — a rush that started deep inside and spread like a current through every vein.
She moved above him, using the bed's soft bounce to drive each motion with renewed intensity.
Being on top gave her control, but every movement pressed against that one spot — the place where pleasure blurred into something close to madness.
"Inoue… I can't hold it… I'm gonna—"
"Then let's go together," he breathed. "You and me, Kate."
He'd been holding back for as long as he could. The tight heat around him, the rhythm of her hips, the sight of her — it was all too much.
Their sounds filled the room — short gasps, soft cries, the rhythmic creak of the frame.
Kate's voice trembled with pleasure. "You feel so good… don't stop… please, don't stop! I can't take it!"
And then the world went white.
A wave hit them both — fierce, shattering, wordless. Inoue's mind emptied; his body went rigid in release. Through half-closed eyes he saw her face, beautiful in its rawness, the expression of someone completely lost to the moment.
When the tremors faded, Kate was still moving faintly, riding out the aftershocks, her breath sharp and uneven. Her voice came out between sighs. "You're still hard… how are you still—"
He managed a weak laugh. "Because of you… only you."
Kate let out another soft cry as her body tensed again, drawn into another long, slow wave.
Her sounds filled the silence, softer now, but still trembling with lingering heat. When it was finally over, she collapsed beside him, her body slick with sweat and exhaustion.
He turned his head toward her.
"Was it good?"
She laughed faintly. "Good? It was heaven."
Her eyelids fluttered. Sleep was pulling her under; she hadn't slept at all the night before. She'd been with Inoue… then her husband… then everything had gone terribly wrong. Now she'd fallen into the same fire again — too soon, too deep.
As she drifted off, guilt pressed faintly through her fog of drowsiness.
I'm sorry, George…
And then, faintly — perhaps from a dream, perhaps not — a whisper brushed her ear:
It's all right, Kate. Enjoy your life. We'll see each other in heaven.
***
Meanwhile, Inoue realized from her slow breathing that Kate had fallen sound asleep.
"She's really out…" he muttered.
Perfect. Now was the time.
Quietly, he slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. He crouched beside the massive frame — the kind of custom-built bed that could hide a grown man beneath it — and turned on his phone's flashlight.
The beam caught something unexpected first: a long, sleek object shaped suspiciously like a banana.
Inoue blinked, stifling a laugh. "Right… maybe later."
He pushed it aside and scanned deeper under the bed. There — a small steel safe with a keypad glinting in the light.
He nearly shouted but caught himself, clapping a hand over his mouth.
Okay… password.
He hesitated, remembering George's smug grin. Then he whispered the word and pressed the letters on the pad.
O R G A S M.
A soft click. The lock released.
The safe door swung open.
Inoue's grin faded as he looked inside. His expression twisted from triumph to confusion.
"…What the hell is this?"