Three months.
That's how long it had been since I first walked into Reina's flower shop with revenge in my heart and fear in my veins.
Now? I couldn't imagine a single day without her.
We were all in.
Sleepovers became routine. I practically lived at her house on weekends. My toothbrush was in her bathroom. My clothes hung in her closet next to hers. Yuzuru had basically moved into our apartment with Nao — his soccer bag permanently by the door, his laugh echoing through the rooms every night.
Nao and I barely fought anymore. We talked like real siblings for the first time in years. She'd hug me before leaving for dates and whisper, "I'm glad you found her, Haruto. She's good for you." And I'd smile back, meaning it with every cell in my body.
Because Reina was more than good.
She was my future.
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Last weekend we took our first real trip together — just the two of us.
A tiny onsen ryokan in the mountains. Private outdoor bath. No one around for miles.
The moment we stepped into the room, Reina dropped her bag and turned to me with that soft, wicked smile I'd fallen so hard for.
"Strip," she said quietly. "I want you right now."
I obeyed instantly.
We didn't even make it to the bed.
I had her bent over the low wooden table in seconds, yukata hiked up around her waist, panties ripped to the side. My cock was already rock-hard, throbbing, leaking. I slammed into her soaked pussy in one deep thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
"Fuuuuck—Haruto!" she cried out, fingers clawing the wood. "So deep—god you're so fucking deep!"
I fucked her like I owned her. Hard. Possessive. Passionate. Every thrust made her heavy tits swing beneath the yukata. The wet slap of my hips against her fat ass echoed through the room. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while pounding her, spanking her ass red with my other hand.
"Tell me you're mine forever," I growled against her ear, biting the lobe.
"I'm yours forever—ahh!—your girlfriend—your woman—your everything!" she sobbed, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. "Cum inside me—fill your future wife—breed me—make me yours completely—!"
The word "wife" sent me over the edge.
I roared as I came, flooding her pussy with thick, endless ropes of cum. So much it gushed out around my cock and dripped down her thighs in creamy white streaks. I kept grinding deep, forcing every drop inside her, kissing the back of her neck like I was sealing a promise.
We spent the entire weekend like that — fucking in the onsen under the stars, slow and deep in the futon at midnight, waking up to lazy morning sex where she rode me until we both cried from how good it felt.
And between the orgasms we talked.
Real talk.
About marriage. About kids someday. About how I wanted to take care of her the way she'd taken care of me. About how the loneliness that used to live inside me was gone — replaced by this warm, steady love that made me want to become the man she deserved.
"I love you," I told her every single night, holding her close after we'd finished. "Not out of fear. Not out of revenge. Just… love. Real love."
She'd kiss my chest and whisper back, "I love you too, Haruto. More than I ever thought I could love again."
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Yuzuru felt it too.
I could see it every time he looked at Nao.
Last night he pulled me aside while the girls were cooking together (they'd started having "family dinners" once a week — all four of us). He looked… different. Softer. Serious.
"Bro," he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm gonna propose to her. Soon. I know it's fast, but… fuck. She's it for me. I started this thinking it was just fun, just to mess with you. But Nao… she makes me want to be the kind of man my dad would've been proud of. I'm in love. Like, actually in love."
I clapped him on the shoulder, smiling for real.
"Same here," I said. "Reina's the one. I'm going to marry her one day. Watch me."
We laughed — two idiots who'd accidentally found their soulmates in the worst possible way.
Everything felt perfect.
Too perfect.
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That night, after everyone went to bed, I lay awake in Reina's arms staring at the ceiling.
Her soft breathing warmed my chest. Her fingers were laced with mine even in her sleep.
Nao and Yuzuru were happy.
Reina and I were happy.
No more jealousy. No more games. Just four people who had somehow found exactly what they needed in each other.
But in the quiet dark, a tiny, uneasy feeling settled in my stomach.
Like the universe was holding its breath.
Like something we couldn't see was waiting right around the corner.
I pulled Reina closer and kissed the top of her head.
Whatever it is… I thought.
We'll face it together.
Because there's no turning back now.
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Four months.
That's all it took for two stupid revenge plots to turn into two real love stories that neither of us saw coming.
I stood in Reina's flower shop at closing time, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The place smelled like jasmine and fresh roses — her scent. She was locking the register, humming softly, wearing that same cream sundress from the day I first walked in here with revenge in my heart.
She turned around and froze when she saw me on one knee.
"Haruto…?"
I pulled the small velvet box from my pocket. Inside was a simple white-gold ring with a single diamond — nothing flashy, just beautiful and honest, like her.
"Reina," I said, voice cracking. "You saved me. Not just from loneliness. You saved me from myself. From the fear that had been choking me since I was fifteen. You taught me what real love feels like — patient, warm, filthy, beautiful, everything. I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me. Will you marry me?"
Tears filled her eyes instantly. She dropped to her knees in front of me, hands shaking as she cupped my face.
"Yes," she whispered, laughing through the tears. "Yes, Haruto. A thousand times yes."
I slid the ring onto her finger. The second it was on, she crashed into me, kissing me like the world was ending. We didn't even make it to the back room.
I pushed her against the counter, flowers scattering everywhere, and yanked the sundress up around her waist. No panties. She'd been waiting for me. I freed my cock — already rock-hard, throbbing — and slammed into her soaked pussy in one deep thrust.
"Ahh—Haruto!" she cried out, legs wrapping around me instantly. "My fiancé—fuck—my future husband—!"
I fucked her right there on the counter, hard and desperate, petals sticking to our skin. Her heavy tits bounced out of the dress as I pounded into her. The wet slap of skin echoed through the shop.
"Say it again," I growled, biting her neck. "Say you're going to be my wife."
"I'm going to be your wife—oh god—your wife—your dirty little wife—cum inside me—fill your future wife—breed me—!"
I came so hard I saw stars, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum until it overflowed and dripped onto the floor. She came right after me, screaming my name, walls milking every drop like she wanted to keep me inside her forever.
We stayed locked together, panting, laughing, crying a little.
"I love you," I whispered against her lips. "Not because I was scared. Because you're my soulmate."
She kissed me softly. "I've always known, baby."
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Two days later Yuzuru did it.
He proposed to Nao on the same river café where I'd once spied on their first date. She said yes with happy tears and jumped into his arms right there in public. When they told us that night during our weekly "family dinner," the four of us ended up crying and laughing and opening champagne like idiots.
That was the night we decided — double wedding.
One ceremony. Two couples. One wild, beautiful, completely insane celebration.
The planning started immediately.
We sat around Reina's living room every evening — wedding magazines everywhere, laptops open, wine flowing. Nao and Reina picked flowers (obviously), colors, venues. Yuzuru and I handled the boring stuff — venue booking, guest list, honeymoon ideas — while secretly high-fiving every time the girls weren't looking.
One night, after the girls went to bed, Yuzuru and I stayed up drinking on the balcony.
He clinked his beer against mine.
"Remember when this was just us being petty assholes?" he laughed quietly. "I wanted to mess with you. You wanted to mess with me. Now look at us — engaged to each other's… whatever they are now."
I snorted. "Best worst idea we ever had."
He got serious for a second. "I love her, man. Nao. For real. She makes me want kids. A house. The whole thing. I used to think love was supposed to feel like fireworks and drama. With her it just feels… right. Like coming home."
I looked at him — my best friend, my former rival, now my future brother-in-law — and felt something settle in my chest.
"Same with Reina," I said. "I used to think what I felt for Nao was love. That desperate, terrified, possessive thing. But it wasn't. It was fear wearing her face. I was just scared of being alone again. Reina… she showed me what real love actually is. Calm. Deep. Filthy as hell sometimes." I grinned. "But mostly calm. She makes me want to be the man who deserves her. Not because I'm afraid of losing her — but because I want to build something with her."
Yuzuru nodded slowly. "We really lucked out, didn't we?"
"Yeah," I said, smiling into the night. "We really fucking did."
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Later that night I slipped into bed with Reina.
She was half-asleep, wearing nothing but my T-shirt. I pulled her close, sliding inside her from behind — slow, deep, lazy. No rush. Just love.
"Mmm… future husband," she murmured sleepily, pushing back against me.
I kissed her shoulder, thrusting gently, hand sliding down to rub her clit.
"I'm never going back," I whispered against her skin. "You're my real love. My only love. My wife."
She came softly, moaning my name, and I followed right after, filling her with slow pulses of cum while holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
As we drifted off, tangled and sticky and perfect, that tiny uneasy voice in the back of my head whispered again.
Everything is too perfect.
But I kissed Reina's hair and told the voice to shut up.
Whatever came next… we would face it together.
All four of us.
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