The room held its breath.
He turned toward her, the lamplight catching in his eyes. No logic, no defense—just the gravity between them finally pulling tight. He reached, and the distance folded.
No warmth in his touch—at first. Not tenderness.But need.
His hand found her shoulder; the silk shifted. The air changed—close, electric.He bent to her, and she met him halfway.
The kiss surprised them both.
It was not careful. It was not kind. It was real. And when she answered, when her fingers gathered in the fabric at his sleeve, something inside him went unmoored.
"Aika," he breathed.
Her name in his mouth felt like an admission and a dare.
The house was too far from the other wings to mind softness
The sound of unsteady breath and the rush of blood in their ears. The world narrowed to the cadence of their closeness, to the way she said his name like a secret she'd kept too long.
"Renjiro... please.."
He had come to her out of jealousy, out of the ache of imagining other histories he did not own. But here—now—everything false burned away, and what remained was simple and impossible:
He wanted her.
His hand cares her.. touching her skin... she was naked. Her breast was soft, his other hand fondled the right side as he lick and small bight on the left side.
Her body arc.. she dont know what is this.. but it was electrifying.
He looked at her, he knows that this part makes her body sensitive. He continued with a smug that only he knows her body scerete.
To her supprise, she feels like something surging
"NO!! wait!! Renjiro.. Stop!!"
He tried to control her body that starting to spasmed, hand creasing her lower part..barely touch.
She tried to stop but she was to late. She could not control her body anymore
"Arghhhhhh!!!" her body spasmed
And when the moment crested—too soon for her, it startled her; she hid her face against him, half-sob, astonished by her own body—he stilled, shaken by the way her trust broke him open.
"Wh..what..happened" she was in shocked
"U came, guest tonight your body more sensitive"
He tried to tell himself it was pride, possession, anything but wonder. It didn't matter. She said his name again, and the night learned it, and so did he.
Renjiro laid on top of her, leg wider and she was wet. He inserted his hard into her. She gasp and hold him tight.
Once inside he could not control, filling her full, how tight she is, he thrust in and out.
"Renjiro..." she moan as calling him.
His hand playing with her clits as he was in and out of her. Her hand holding tight to the bedsheet beside. She is cumming again.. hard
"Renjiro!!! Oh my GOD" she shout her name..
"Argh.. No.. No.. not to fast.. im cumming.. im cuuumiiing!!!"
He kissed her hard and came inside. His body shook, still kissing and holding her tight.
both gasp for air
"Ha..Ha..."
Her body becomes more sensitive and soft. She just couldn't think straight
It did not stop, Renjiro turned her body position on her knees and hand.
Her back side was exposed. She felt embarrassed, but could not control her own body.
Renjiro fondled her ass, she could not hold her own upper body, her head laid down but Renjiro holding her waist to stay up.
He opened her leg, played with her clit, she was wet and ready for him.
He thrust inside her.
"Ummm" it feels nice
"aaa..aaaa..." she moan
He continue to thrust in and out. His hand pinch her nipple, playing with her breast.
"Argh...Oh.. Oh.. aaaa.. aaa" she moan
He knew she gonna come again, continue to thrust faster
"Yes.. you're so nice and tight.. just what i like.. yes.. now moan..moan louder.. you like it dont you"
"Oh.. yes.. yes.. it so good.. please dont stop Renjiro" she moans
Renjiro heard her.. continue to thrust faster.. his hand start to play with her clit
she came.. this time was really hard. her legs were shaking
"Argh!!!! aaaa.. oh... aaaaaa... no... no.. i cant stop.. i cant!!!"
She continue moaning and shouting.. climaxed came. He too came inside her hard..
"Oh..Oh.. argh...."she continue to shake
Smile on his face like he concurred her.
They crossed the line twice more—less anger now, more answer. He hadn't known he could be careful with a hunger like his.
She was breathing fast and tired but satisfied
When sleep finally came, it was the tiredness of a storm spent.
Morning brought a colder honesty.
When Aika woke, the space beside her was cold.Renjiro's side of the futon was empty, the blanket folded neatly. On the desk lay his boarding pass, a few papers, and a short note in his handwriting:
"Gone ahead to Singapore. We'll talk when I return."
That was all.
No goodbye, no promise.
She sat there for a long time, the note trembling slightly in her hands. Her heart still carried the echo of the night before—the closeness, the way he had looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. And yet he had left without a word.
Tears came quietly, sliding down her cheeks until they fell onto the edge of the futon.She pressed a hand to her chest, willing the ache to stop.
I knew this was duty, she thought, but why does it feel like loss?
She had sat in that silence for a long time, knees drawn to her chest, the bedsheets barely clinging to her skin. The space he had occupied had already cooled.
Her body still remembered his touch.Her heart remembered more than she wanted it to.
But no matter how deep the ache ran, her resolve ran deeper.
She bathed. Dressed. Brushed her hair.And then, she sat at her desk, picked up her stylus, and opened a new canvas on her digital tablet.
Later – Her Studio Space
The screen lit up in front of her. Aika stared at it for a long moment, her fingers hovering just above the surface.
Then she drew.
Not for approval. Not for clients. Not even for the brand.
She sketched the silhouette of a woman in layered organza — stark lines at the shoulders, cascading folds at the waist, a mix of strength and softness.A dress that stood tall, even when surrounded by silence.A form that carried dignity even when stripped of warmth.
Fabric, structure, texture — her hand moved on its own now, the tension pouring through the strokes.
She didn't realize she'd stopped blinking until a tear landed on the edge of the screen.
She didn't wipe it. She just kept sketching.
Time passed without her noticing.The sky outside turned pale gold. The maids knocked quietly once to remind her of breakfast. She answered politely — but did not leave her studio.
This was where she could breathe.
This was where she didn't have to explain anything — to herself or to anyone else.
She drew until her heart quieted. Until the lines in front of her steadied her breathing.Until she could look at the blank spaces still left and not feel hollow herself.
By the time lunch arrived, Aika had designed four full looks.
No one knew who the woman behind the AT label really was.
But today, it was the only part of her Renjiro couldn't touch.
And that made it worth everything.