Don't You Love Your Son?

Asuka raised a brow, clearly not buying his feigned innocence. "Another lie," she said with a dramatic sigh. 

"Even saints lie, Haruto. You're no exception." Turning to the staff, she added with a bright smile, "We'll take the Private Spa Suite." 

The staff maintained her professional demeanor, though her gaze flickered with the slightest hint of amusement at the exchange. 

"Excellent choice. Please have a seat in our lounge while we prepare the suite. It will be ready in approximately ten minutes. In the meantime, feel free to enjoy the refreshments and our massage chairs." 

"Thank you," Haruto said with a polite nod before turning to Asuka. 

The two made their way to the lounge area, a cozy space outfitted with plush seating and a row of massage chairs.

Asuka immediately headed for one, her movements fluid as she eased into the chair. 

"Ahh, this is nice," she murmured, reclining as the chair's rollers began working along her back.