The morning carried a fragile hush.
Kaito descended to find Sayuri at the counter in a light robe, cinched loosely, the silk parting just enough to reveal the soft inner curves of her breasts as she poured coffee. She met his eyes with a private, heated smile—memories of their night still glowing in her cheeks.
Yui followed minutes later, face flaming, dressed in an oversized hoodie that swallowed her petite frame and loose shorts that whispered against her thighs when she walked. She couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second, fidgeting, but when she passed him she brushed deliberately against his arm, a tiny, secret smile flickering.
Akari was already gone for early college classes—conveniently or deliberately, Kaito wasn't sure.
Sayuri's hand grazed his lower back as she set his plate down. "Big day ahead?" she murmured, voice low.
He caught her wrist lightly, thumb stroking her pulse. "Always."
The touch lingered until Yui cleared her throat softly, cheeks scarlet.
School felt charged.
In the halls, Sora spotted him and immediately ducked her head, glasses slipping down her nose. She sped past, bag clutched tight.
Haruka, however, cornered him at his locker with her usual confident grin. Today her uniform blouse was tucked neatly but the top button undone, tie loose enough to draw the eye to the smooth column of her throat. Skirt perfectly regulation, yet on her athletic legs it looked anything but innocent.
"Morning, hero," she said, leaning close enough for him to catch her scent—citrus shampoo and faint sweat from morning practice. "Heard some interesting rumors. Something about a late-night visitor fleeing your house in panic?"
Kaito's expression remained neutral. "Gossip travels swiftly."
She laughed, ponytail swinging. "Sora-chan's been avoiding everyone today. Blushing like crazy. You involved?"
He met her gaze. "Perhaps."
Haruka's eyes sparkled with curiosity—and something hotter. "You're full of secrets, Kurogane-kun. Meet me on the rooftop at lunch. We're talking."
Not a request.
Classes dragged. Sora sat two rows ahead, shoulders hunched, stealing glances backward only to look away when caught.
Lunch bell: rooftop.
Haruka waited, leaning against the fence, bento unpacked. Wind tugged her skirt, flashing toned thigh. She patted the spot beside her.
"Sit. Spill."
Kaito joined, accepting half her sandwich when offered. They ate in silence at first, city sprawling below.
Finally: "Sora walked in on… a private moment. With Yui."
Haruka's brows shot up, then she smirked. "Your little sister? Damn. That's… bold." No judgment—only intrigue. "And Sora saw everything?"
"Enough."
Haruka shifted closer, knee brushing his. "Explains why she's a mess today. Poor girl probably didn't know where to look." Her voice dropped. "Or maybe she couldn't look away."
Tension thickened—wind carrying her warmth, skirt riding higher as she turned toward him.
"I've been watching you," she admitted. "The way you handle things. Bullies. Work. The quiet intensity." Her hand settled on his thigh, fingers tracing slow circles. "It's hot. You're hot."
Kaito turned, capturing her wrist. "And you crave risk."
She grinned, competitive fire igniting. "Maybe. This rooftop's pretty private… but not completely. Anyone could come up."
Challenge accepted.
The kiss began fierce—her initiating, lips demanding, tongue teasing his instantly. Hands in his hair, pulling him closer.
Kaito responded with controlled hunger—backing her against the fence, hands sliding under blouse to trace the smooth, warm skin of her back. Bra clasp undone with one flick; fabric pushed up.
Breasts spilled free—larger than Yui's, athletic yet full, nipples dark rose and already peaked from wind and arousal. He cupped them, thumbs circling slowly, then harder, pinching until she gasped into his mouth.
Haruka's hands yanked his shirt open, nails raking chest. "More… show me that intensity…"
He obliged—mouth descending, sucking one nipple hard while rolling the other. She arched, moaning louder than safe, thighs pressing together.
Lower—skirt hiked slowly, revealing athletic thighs and simple black panties soaked through. Fingers traced the damp fabric, pressing against clit until hips bucked.
"Tease," she growled, nipping his ear.
Panties tugged aside—two fingers sliding into slick heat, curling deep. She was tight, walls fluttering greedily. Thumb on clit, pumping rhythmically.
Haruka's head fell back against fence, moans barely muffled. "Fuck… right there…"
First orgasm hit fast—body tensing, thighs clamping his hand, juices coating his fingers as she shuddered.
He withdrew, spinning her to face the view—city below, risk of discovery electric.
Skirt flipped up, panties pulled down to knees. Her ass perfect—firm, athletic.
Entered from behind—slow at first, letting her feel every inch stretch her. She pushed back impatiently, taking him deeper.
Thrusts built—deep, measured, then faster. One hand gripped hip, other reaching around to rub clit in tight circles.
Haruka braced against fence, knuckles white. "Harder… make me scream where someone might hear…"
He pounded now—skin slapping, her moans rising dangerously. Competitive whispers: "Bet you can't make me come again before you do…"
Challenge fueled him—angle shifting to hit her deepest spot, fingers relentless on clit.
Second climax shattered her—walls clenching rhythmically, body shaking, cry barely stifled against her arm.
Kaito followed—thrusts erratic, spilling hot inside with low groan, pulses filling her.
Afterglow: bodies pressed, breathing ragged. He fixed her clothes gently, kissing neck.
Haruka turned, eyes glazed, satisfied smirk. "You win… this round."
Bell rang distantly.
They straightened, descending separately.
Afternoon classes: Haruka's glances now held new heat.
Work shift: Sora still flushed, avoiding him until closing.
As they cleaned, she lingered. "Senpai… about last night…"
He paused mopping. "Speak freely."
Sora's voice trembled. "I… couldn't stop thinking about it. You and Yui-chan… it was beautiful. Intense. I felt…" She blushed deeper. "Hot. Aching. Wrong, but… I wished it was me."
Kaito stepped closer, tilting her chin gently. "You are seen, Sora. Desired."
Her breath hitched. "Really?"
He brushed thumb over her lower lip. "When you're ready."
She nodded, eyes shining—praise kink seeded, longing ignited.
Home late: family warmth waiting.
But the court's threads tightened—jealousy resolved, new desires kindled.