Chapter 7: The Comfort Zone ( 7 )
Haruki didn't even try to look away.
Why should he?
This was a rare sight—something he never expected, something no man in his position could ignore. His heart pounded in his chest, but he remained still, pretending to focus on his laptop while his eyes took in the view before him.
Kyouko, completely unaware, let out a soft sigh as she settled onto the long couch. She stretched her arms above her head, shifting her body into a more relaxed position. The thin fabric of her pajama top clung to her curves, dipping lower and exposing even more of her cleavage.
Haruki swallowed hard.
His hands clenched slightly over his keyboard. It was impossible to look away now. Every slight movement—her slow, steady breaths, the way the fabric shifted with her—was pure temptation.
She had no idea.
"Kyouko-san?" Haruki asked.
"Hmm?" Kyouko replied without looking up. She was focused on her smartphone, scrolling absentmindedly.
She shifted slightly, adjusting her posture, and in doing so, the loose collar of her pajama top dipped lower, revealing more of her cleavage.
Haruki swallowed hard.