The room went from noisy to quiet, the previously sustained peachy atmosphere gradually easing down.
Sitting still, after letting out a long breath, Murakami Yuu reached for tissues and helped the lying Tachibana Rui wipe clean her stomach, then gasping for breath, he held her, occasionally kissing her shoulders and neck, causing her to occasionally let out laughing sounds from her nose.
The room's air conditioning blew cold air and the temperature was low, but the two had no reaction to it. Their blood flowed rapidly beneath their skin's surface. Both were as if they'd rolled around in a heat wave, drenched in sweat.
Although the door was tightly closed, there was no stuffy feeling of poor air circulation.
Tachibana Rui only felt her whole body go limp. This night, she had been freely manipulated by Murakami Yuu, making her voluntarily yet forcibly, several times losing rationality and reactive thinking, with only instinct remaining, in thorough satisfaction.
Pleasing him, also pleasing herself.
She buried her head in his chest, extremely languid yet in a cheerful mood. The corners of her mouth curved up in a secret smile. Her hand lightly traced across his chest, yet her words were quite frank:
"I feel like I can't leave you anymore."
Murakami Yuu gently stroked her smooth back.
"Then don't leave."
A gentle voice emerged. All the pressure accumulated these days was released. He was very satisfied.
Tachibana Rui didn't reply, only narrowed her eyes. The hands holding him tightened a bit. Like a cat, she curled her body smaller, and smaller still, nuzzling into Murakami Yuu's embrace.
She reached up to brush away her somewhat damp hair sticking to her forehead.
His answer satisfied her. Her body, having just finished not long ago, was still sensitive. Like a stone falling into water creating ripples, the pleasure brought by her brain rippled wave after wave throughout her body, raising fine little bumps.
Her body felt light, tingling comfortably.
At this time, Murakami Yuu entered a weak period after exercise. Fatigue began to attack. He really wanted to just close his eyes and fall asleep directly, but he knew he couldn't do that yet.
Women were much more emotionally sensitive than men. They were more emotional than rational. If he threw them aside and ignored them when they wanted hugs and kisses, it would be a great sin.
Like men, they could gain satisfaction during the process, but correspondingly, post-coital warmth and comfort were equally important to them.
Male sweet nothings and the gentle attitude displayed at this time would be an inescapable drug that made them addicted and sinking.
In other words, being sweet at this time was invincible.
Murakami Yuu's palm lingered greedily on Tachibana Rui's skin, unwilling to leave, coming to her back. His fingertips rubbed back and forth from top to bottom repeatedly, chuckling softly:
"Going to take a bath?"
"I want to, but I want to wait a bit more."
Tachibana Rui was hopelessly immersed in his comforting actions. Her lazy posture revealed a delicateness completely different from usual.
"You still have to go to school tomorrow. It's almost 2 AM now."
Murakami Yuu reminded her. When he grabbed tissues earlier, he glanced at the time. They had been at it for nearly three hours today.
Young bodies were energetic. He didn't feel overly tired, just that his thighs felt somewhat sore and swollen.
"Mm..."
She reluctantly nuzzled his chest again before leaving those arms full of security. When looking directly at him, she was somewhat embarrassed and turned her gaze in another direction:
"I have no strength left."
"Understood~"
Lightly pecking her forehead, Murakami Yuu got off the bed first to open the door, then picked her up.
Completely bare as they passed through the living room, Tachibana Rui saw two little cuties staring at them unblinkingly. She realized something and covered her face with her hands:
"We were too loud just now. We disturbed their sleep."
"Don't worry about it. Usually they disturb me at night too. Tonight we're even."
"Do they usually do embarrassing things too?"
"They're both girls. They probably don't."
Thinking again:
"But I can't rule out that possibility."
"So does us being like this now count as showing off our relationship to them?"
"Don't worry, they're cats. They're not interested in dog food."
After filling the bathtub with water, Murakami Yuu held Tachibana Rui and lay in it together.
Tachibana Rui noticed he left the bathroom door slightly ajar.
"Every time I bathe, they have to watch. Otherwise they'll keep scratching at the door with their paws."
Murakami Yuu explained while holding her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Eh? Why?"
"Who knows? Probably afraid I'll drown."
As soon as he finished speaking, sure enough, two pairs of eyes appeared by the door crack.
"Can you make them not watch? I feel somewhat embarrassed..."
Tachibana Rui crossed her arms uncomfortably.
"It's okay. They won't tell anyone."
Her body bore traces left after passion receded - deep or shallow, various sizes, like scattered pink rose petals imprinted on her body. The culprit who caused this appearance was naturally Murakami Yuu, but he himself had absolutely no sense of guilt. Instead, he observed his masterpiece with great interest.
He had been too excited today. Hormones came fiercely and dominated his brain's thinking, making him forget himself and go all out. With territorial consciousness, he branded his marks all over her body.
But fortunately, these all avoided direct visible positions on the body, lurking in places sufficiently hidden from view, and wouldn't cause trouble for her daily life.
Considering they still had to get up early tomorrow, the two quickly came out of the bathtub, dried their bodies, and returned to their battlefield.
"You had this goal from the start, didn't you?"
Tachibana Rui leaned back in Murakami Yuu's arms. The two fit together perfectly.
"Mm."
Murakami Yuu held her. His honest answer was very soft. His hands unconsciously grasped at something.
Tachibana Rui's face was somewhat red. She twisted her body restlessly and asked again:
"When?"
"When I knew you were back."
"You like doing these things that much?"
"Because it's you."
"Then how did I do today?"
"Using studying as an analogy, compared to before, great progress."
Murakami Yuu kissed her shoulder.
"Just great?"
Tachibana Rui swatted away his mischievous hand, her face red as she turned to face him.
Murakami Yuu looked down. In his view, Tachibana Rui had a rosy complexion with newly opened eyes containing sweetness usually unseen, appearing both pure and desirous.
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to... review..."
She blinked, the meaning of temptation self-evident.
Murakami Yuu's Adam's apple rolled. It seemed the previous caressing and warmth had worked well - perhaps even a bit too well.
But at this time, what else was there to say?
Without a word, amid Tachibana Rui's light gasps with upturned mouth corners, Murakami Yuu leaned over and pressed down again.
In the living room, Pigeon and Hedgehog, who had closed their eyes not long ago, were woken up again by sounds from the room.
They looked at each other, first helpless then indignant.
Damn humans, always making such strange noises!
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