Drenched In Sin

Steam curled through the air, thick and heavy, clinging to the black marble walls like a ghost refusing to leave. Water cascaded down Kikidori's back, the heat soaking into his normally ice-cold skin, his muscles taut from the sheer effort of keeping himself together.

And Haruna?

She was not helping.

She stood in front of him, completely bare, her soaked black hair sticking to her pale skin in loose, dark waves. She looked up at him, tiny, delicate, ethereal—like something carved from moonlight itself.

And yet, she was the predator.

Kikidori had just finished washing the last of the shampoo from her hair, his fingers threading through the strands in slow, lazy motions. It was supposed to be innocent. Just a husband helping his wife.

But then—

Haruna giggled.

Not her usual soft, amused laugh—no.

A seductive, wicked little sound that sent an electric shock straight through Kikidori's entire undead system.

He swallowed. "What?"

Haruna bit her bottom lip lightly, tilting her head, her dark, abyss-like eyes gleaming under the water.

Then—she took a step closer.

Too close.

Her fingers traced down his chest, feather-light, trailing lower—lower—

Kikidori's brain short-circuited.

Haruna smirked, eyes burning with something dangerous.

"Now," she murmured, her voice low, teasing, dripping with unspoken promise.

She tilted her head, adorable, mischievous, devastating.

"Let me help you with something~~"

Her hands moved lower.

She dropped to her knees.

Kikidori's entire body locked up, steam curling around him like a suffocating embrace.

Haruna's lips parted, her gaze flicking up to meet his with absolute, sinful innocence.

And then—

Kikidori saw eternity.

The End of Chapter 21.