Chapter 101 - Shirakawa Miwa on the Run

Outside, the warm evening breeze swirled through the narrow yet bustling streets, carrying away the neon glow that illuminated a mix of glamorous women and exhausted yet exhilarated middle-aged workers. Eventually, the intoxicating air that drifted through the window found its way into a hotel room, oblivious to the fact that…

Inside, the pink ambiance was much thicker than the chaotic crowd outside, wrapping around the atmosphere until it became stifling.

The lights of the couples' hotel were not as bright as the white bulbs at home; they radiated a soft orange glow, gently caressing the smooth back of Shirakawa Miwa, who had grown from a girl into a woman—a married woman now. Drops of sweat glistened on her flawless skin, mingling with the heat of her newfound passion.

Ito Yoshito stood by the window, his muscular upper body bare except for a simple white towel wrapped around his waist. He opened the window completely, letting in a rush of fresh air that lightly ruffled the curtains, supplying some relief from the heat that thickened the air.

Even as the temperature dropped slightly, he still felt restless, tightening the towel around him. He placed his palm against the glass, allowing the cool sensation to seep into him, helping to calm his previously restless emotions.

Glancing at his right shoulder, he noticed two identical bite marks that showed no trace due to the firmness of his skin. Turning his attention back to the bed, he saw the thin blanket lifted by the curvy form of Miwa, who had rolled onto her side.

Closing the window with just a tiny gap left open, he walked over and playfully poked her small belly.

"Splash—splash—"

"Mmm…"

Feeling the soft tickle against her abdomen, Miwa let out a sweet moan, her long eyelashes fluttering open as her luminous eyes filled with a dreamy allure.

"Shito-kun~~"

"Don't mess around~~"

Miwa lazily stretched her long white arm, feebly pushing away Ito's teasing hand, but her refusal was more like a half-hearted attempt, as if she were shyly wanting to welcome his playfulness instead.

Her soft, delicate voice melted through the air, stirring up a fluttering sensation in Ito's chest, and the calming fire within him rekindled.

"Hm? You weren't calling me like that just now~"

Leaning closer, he whispered in her ear, deliberately nibbling on her soft earlobe. The warm breath sent a shiver down her spine as she trembled in delight.

"Shito...kun, don't say that~"

Covering her face with her hands, Miwa shyly protested, her cheeks a vivid rose, tilting her head away from him, unable to meet his gaze.

"Miwa, if you call me that again, I might consider letting you off easy~"

With a voice that dripped with temptation, Ito's words made her heart race uncontrollably.

"P-please, dear~"

Although her voice was muffled, Ito heard her clearly.

A wicked smile curled at his lips as he gently pinched her tiny, delicate nose and murmured, "Such a good girl~"

Leaning down, he pressed his lips against her sweet, cherry-like mouth.

"Mm~"

Miwa's seemingly foggy eyes became even more clouded with desire.

'This liar~'

...

"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling—"

A relentless ringing filled the atmosphere.

"It's… my phone~"

Still lying on the bed, Miwa fumbled around until she discovered her phone hidden beneath the pillow.

With glistening eyes, she caught a glimpse of the contact name and buried her head back into the pillow, swiping her finger to put the call on speaker, then setting the phone beside her.

"Hello, Shirakawa Miwa."

A melodious yet icy voice echoed through the speaker, making Ito pause. It was Tsukishima Kyouko calling!

"..."

"Hello, hello~ Miwa, are you there?"

A delay ensued before Miwa finally responded, or rather failed to respond initially.

"...Hello?"

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"Hmm? Miwa, why does your voice sound so breathless? Did something happen?"

Under the warm light of the living room, Kyouko furrowed her brow, sitting up straight against the sofa with a hint of worry in her tone.

"N-no, nothing's wrong~ Huuh~ huhu~"

"Really? But your breathing sounds even heavier?!"

Frowning, Kyouko stood up, ready to dash to Miwa's side.

"I-I was running! I went for a run but got a bit breathless from going too fast!"

"Kyouko, is there something you needed?~"

"Oh, I just wanted to check if you're free tomorrow; maybe we can hang out."

"..."

"Miwa?"

"Sorry, Kyouko, I have plans tomorrow."

"If that's it, I'll hang up now then—huh~"

"W-wait..."

"BEEP BEEP BEEP—"

Before Miwa could finish, the line went dead, cutting her off.

"Was she in such a hurry?"

Kyouko furrowed her brows, staring at the hung-up call in confusion.

"Hmm… Is there someone else over there with her? Besides... running shouldn't make someone sound so delicate…"

As her lace nightgown swayed, Kyouko returned to the couch, pressing her lips together, her fair face tinged with a blush.

She found herself musing.

"Or could it be… Miwa's dating someone~?"

A playful thought danced through her mind, intensifying her blush.

"I never imagined Miwa, who always seems so gentle and dignified, could be so wild behind the scenes—"

"Wow~ that's really bold of her~"

Unable to contain herself, she softly gasped, her hand instinctively moving downwards as her complexion deepened, unaware of what she was doing.

"That brat Yoshito hasn't visited me this week either. He better expect to be punished next time~"

—

"Whew—close call!"

Ito let out a relieved breath, realizing that if he hadn't hung up in time, Kyouko would have heard...

Turning to look at Miwa, he noticed her trembling slightly.

Hearing this, Miwa spun to give Ito a playful glare.

"You brat, this is all your fault!"

Leaning down, Ito enveloped Miwa's soft body in his arms.

"Miwa, we need to hurry— we still have to visit the police station later."

"Wait..."

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