I didn't waste time.
Monday after school I went straight to Yuzuru's house instead of going home. I knew his soccer practice ran until seven, and Nao had texted me she was pulling a double shift again. Perfect. The apartment would be empty anyway. Empty and quiet and full of that same cold fear that had been choking me for weeks.
But today I wasn't going to sit in it.
Today I was going to strike.
I knocked on the big wooden door of the Sato house like I'd done a hundred times before. Only this time my heart wasn't racing because I was about to hang out with my best friend.
It was racing because I was about to start stealing his mother.
Reina opened the door in a thin cream-colored cardigan and loose lounge pants that somehow made her look even sexier than the sundress from the flower shop. Her chestnut hair was down, wavy and soft around her shoulders, and she wasn't wearing any makeup. She didn't need it. Those full lips, those warm hazel eyes, the way her heavy breasts pressed softly against the cardigan… fuck. She was lethal without even trying.
"Haruto?" She blinked, surprised but not unhappy. A gentle smile bloomed across her face. "Yuzuru's still at practice. Did you two plan something?"
I rubbed the back of my neck, playing the shy little-brother role I knew worked on her. "Actually… I was hoping I could talk to you again. If you're not busy."
Her expression softened instantly, the same way it had in the flower shop. Like I was some wounded animal she wanted to wrap in blankets and protect. She stepped aside without hesitation.
"Come in. I just made iced barley tea. You look like you need something cold."
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We ended up in the living room.
She sat across from me on the big leather couch, legs tucked under her, cardigan slipping off one smooth shoulder. I told her more about Nao and Yuzuru. Not everything—just enough to sound hurt. How my sister had been coming home later and later. How Yuzuru was suddenly always there, making her laugh in ways I never could. How the apartment felt smaller every night.
Reina listened without interrupting, one hand resting lightly on my knee like it was the most natural thing in the world.
When I finished, she sighed softly. "Haruto… you're carrying so much on those young shoulders. Losing your parents, then having to watch Nao work herself to death just to keep you both afloat… it's not fair." Her thumb stroked once along the side of my knee. "And now it feels like even she's slipping away."
I nodded, throat tight. The scary part? Everything I was saying was true. The jealousy was real. The fear was real.
But the way Reina was looking at me… that was new.
She leaned forward, cardigan dipping lower, giving me a perfect view of the soft, creamy valley between her breasts. No bra. Her nipples were faintly visible through the thin fabric.
"You know," she said quietly, "I understand loneliness better than most people realize. After Yuzuru's father passed… this big house felt like a tomb. Some nights I'd sit right here and wonder if I'd ever feel wanted again. Needed. Touched."
Her voice dropped on that last word.
My cock twitched hard in my jeans.
She noticed. Of course she did. Her eyes flicked down for half a second, then back up, and something flickered in them—heat, curiosity, maybe even hunger.
"Haruto," she whispered, "you're trembling."
I was. My hands were shaking on my thighs.
She stood up slowly, walked around the coffee table, and sat right next to me. Close. Thigh pressed against mine. The scent of jasmine and warm skin filled my head.
"You don't have to be alone anymore," she said. "Not if you don't want to be."
Then she opened her arms.
It was supposed to be just a comforting hug. A step-mom hug. A "poor lonely boy" hug.
But the second I leaned into her, everything changed.
Her body was so soft. Full breasts squishing warmly against my chest, nipples hardening instantly through the thin cardigan. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, and her breath ghosted against my ear.
"Shh… it's okay," she murmured. "Let it out."
I didn't let anything out.
Instead my hands slid around her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh above her hips. She made a tiny sound—half surprise, half something else—and I felt her shiver.
The hug lasted too long.
Way too long.
When we finally pulled back just enough to look at each other, her cheeks were flushed. Her lips were parted. Those big, kind eyes had gone dark and glassy.
"Haruto…" she breathed.
I kissed her.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't shy. I crashed my mouth against hers like I'd been starving for it. She gasped into the kiss, but she didn't pull away. Instead her fingers threaded into my hair and she kissed me back—hot, wet, desperate. Her tongue slid against mine, sweet from the barley tea, and she moaned softly when I sucked on it.
My hands roamed. One slid up under her cardigan, palming the heavy weight of her bare breast. Fuck, she was so soft. So warm. Her nipple was rock-hard against my palm. I pinched it lightly and she whimpered into my mouth, hips shifting restlessly on the couch.
The other hand dropped lower, gripping her thick ass and pulling her half into my lap. She straddled one of my thighs without breaking the kiss, grinding down slowly, almost unconsciously.
I was painfully hard. My cock strained against my jeans, throbbing every time she rocked against me. I could feel the heat of her pussy through both our clothes—damp, burning.
She broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, "We… we shouldn't…" but her hips kept moving, slow and filthy, rubbing her clothed cunt along my thigh like she couldn't stop.
I bit her bottom lip and growled against her mouth. "Then tell me to stop, Reina-san."
She didn't.
Instead she kissed me harder, tongue fucking my mouth while her hands slid under my shirt, nails scraping down my chest. Her cardigan had fallen completely open now. Both heavy tits were out, bouncing softly with every grind of her hips. I ducked my head and sucked one fat nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it until she cried out.
"Ah—Haruto… oh god…"
That sound—my name in her voice, all broken and needy—did something dangerous to me.
This was supposed to be revenge.
This was supposed to be me using her to hurt Yuzuru.
But right now, with her soft body trembling in my lap, her pussy soaking through her lounge pants onto my thigh, her fingers clutching my hair like she was afraid I'd disappear… it didn't feel like revenge.
It felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
The thought hit me so hard I froze.
Reina noticed. She pulled back just enough to look at me, lips swollen, eyes hazy with lust.
"Haruto?" she whispered, voice hoarse. "What's wrong?"
I stared at her—really stared. At the gentle kindness still shining through the heat. At the way she was looking at me like I wasn't just some horny teenager. Like I mattered.
My chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with lust.
Is this still revenge…
…or do I actually like being with her?
The question scared the shit out of me.
Because if it wasn't just revenge…
Then what the hell was I doing?
Before I could spiral further, Reina cupped my face with both hands and kissed me again—slower this time. Softer. Like she could feel the storm inside me and wanted to calm it.
"It's okay," she breathed against my lips. "Whatever this is… we don't have to name it right now."
She climbed off my lap, cardigan hanging open, tits glistening with my spit, nipples dark and stiff. She looked debauched and beautiful and mine.
Then she smiled—small, shy, devastating.
"Come back tomorrow after practice?" she asked quietly. "Yuzuru has evening training again. We can… talk more."
I nodded, throat too tight to speak.
As I walked out of the house, cock still aching, lips tasting like her, I pulled out my phone.
There was a new message waiting.
From Nao.
**Nao:** Yuzuru's coming over tonight. We're watching movies. Don't wait up, okay? ❤️
And right under it, a photo she'd sent by mistake—or maybe not.
It was her and Yuzuru in a café. Her head on his shoulder. His arm around her. Both of them smiling like they'd already won.
My fingers tightened around the phone until the screen creaked.
Revenge.
That's what this was.
That's all it was.
…Right?