Chapter 110 Sinking into Night (End of Main Text) I will love you for a lifetime...
Even though he was already at his limit, he still whispered sweet nothings in her ear, enjoying the complete indulgence she gave him when she was lost in passion.
Risa tilted her head back, as if trying to see him clearly. The alluring mist in her eyes, when seen by him, was undoubtedly the most silent yet most ardent invitation.
This invitation extinguished his last vestiges of restraint.
He gave her no chance to think or refuse, greedily seizing her breath. His hands, wrapped around her back, roamed restlessly, pressing her tightly against him, allowing no room for retreat.
Dizziness overwhelmed her senses; his breath, his warmth, the force of his lips and tongue filled her. That deadly "sister" echoed in her mind like a curse, transforming into a monstrous wave that completely engulfed her.
In her hazy state of consciousness and as her oxygen ran out, she suddenly felt light. The halo of light receded before her eyes, the door was pushed open, and then closed silently.
The faint sound of rain could be heard outside the window; perhaps the bedroom window wasn't closed tightly, and a damp breeze gently drifted in. A slight rotation caused the mattress to sink slightly.
His approaching figure blocked some of the light, and the bedside lamp outlined his deep features. His eyes, unfathomable in the light, were like a night sky containing a galaxy, making her heart race.
A kiss as light as a feather landed on her forehead, then on the tip of her nose, and finally rested on her fingers. He brushed her hair through her hair as if touching a precious piece of porcelain.
A silent warmth spread through the air, gently enveloping her. Outside the window, the rain intensified, the stillness weaving into a hazy, misty atmosphere.
“Oichi…”
She called out to him, unable to tell whether it was out of longing or fear.
"Yes, I'm here."
He responded, panting, but his movements did not slow down.
Shy and unable to resist, she ran her fingers through his deep blue hair, like soft, clinging waves in a dark sea. In the end, she couldn't bear to push him away, letting the waves, stronger and stronger, completely overwhelm her sensitive nerve endings.
He swallowed all her sobs and trembling, gently exchanging breaths with her.
He stopped the moment he noticed her tense expression.
His forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy, his eyes filled with an intense, unyielding tenderness. He gazed deeply into her eyes, as if making a final confirmation, or perhaps savoring this moment before her complete surrender.
"Is it alright, Risa?"
His slightly breathless voice was husky and incredibly sexy.
Outside the window, the sound of rain had suddenly become more urgent, pattering against the windowpane.
Risa gazed into those captivating eyes, her gaze clouded with desire, yet she remained restrained, revealing a deep tenderness she could not refuse.
Shyness and panic strangely subsided at that moment.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, and kissed the corner of his lips. It was an awkward yet incredibly clear signal, a permission that burned away all hesitation.
His purple eyes suddenly lit up, and he pressed down heavily on her, embracing her and kissing her passionately and tenderly. But just as the tide of passion was about to surge, he abruptly withdrew.
A strange emptiness gripped her. Risa instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm, her eyes filled with a bewildered look, as if her gaze had been abruptly cut off: "Where...are you going?"
Seeing her uneasy look, Yukimura bent down and gently kissed her forehead.
"...That's in the suitcase."
Risa suddenly understood, and her heart skipped a beat.
He was so well-prepared, yet so restrained. Perhaps in his initial plan, he shouldn't have crossed that line tonight. He cherished her, so he was willing to wait until everything fell into place.
This respect touched her heart more than any passionate words of love.
“…No, no need to get it…” Her voice was barely audible as she quietly pointed to the bedside table, “It’s there…”
Yukimura paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He opened the drawer, his pupils dilating slightly.
Same.
This discovery alone made his heart race.
"When was this prepared?" he asked, tearing open the packaging with a bite.
The movements were sexy and alluring, making her fingertips curl up in disgust.
"...It was just...it was just something I mentioned on the phone on your birthday last time...it was just something I did on the spur of the moment..." Risa covered her face, her voice trembling with nervousness.
Before she could finish the last syllable, she felt him lean closer. A gentle kiss landed on her forehead, his voice overflowing with tenderness: "My Risa... how can you be so obedient?"
She peeked at him through her fingers. Under that loving gaze, her nervousness and shyness melted into a willing surrender.
He was not in a hurry. His extreme patience was on full display at this moment, gentle and precious, tender and affectionate, as if he were treating an incomparably precious work of art.
The rain roared outside the window, but it couldn't drown out the warmth inside and the sound of each other's breaths.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a low voice, his tone slightly hoarse, full of tender concern.
Risa lowered her eyes and remained silent, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her arms unconsciously tightening around him.
This silent dependence is more touching than any words.
The sound of rain outside the window gradually slowed down, pattering softly like gentle whispers, each drop falling between heartbeats.
The rain and mist are in the air, and a gentle breeze caresses the pond, gradually permeating the night, spreading quietly from the depths of heaven and earth, and gently enveloping everything.
The pale pink crescent moon of her fingertip unconsciously traced a light brush against the window frame, leaving a tiny watermark.
He remained silent, a raindrop falling from his chin, creating a silent ripple on her shoulder.
The March rain, carrying a chill, slipped through the half-open window and into the room.
She shivered from the cold and unconsciously moved closer to the heat source to absorb warmth.
His low, husky voice, mixed with the fading sound of rain, seemed to comfort and soothe, as he pulled her closer.
Their auras intertwined, restrained to the extreme.
He was clearly a beast about to break free of its cage, yet he maintained an admirable patience, kissing her again and again, whispering sweet nothings and seductive words in her ear that made her blush.
"Risa..."
His deep, husky voice blended into the damp air.
"...Look at me, okay?"
Risa's eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes, only to be instantly met by his deep purple gaze.
There seemed to be a whirlpool inside, deep, restrained, and scorching, threatening to suck her soul away as well.
It also clearly reflected her appearance at this moment—
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were like water, and she was completely lost in a dazed infatuation that bloomed only for him.
An uncontrollable, deep-seated throbbing and contraction.
The low, muffled groan was extremely pleasant to hear.
It was as if the last bit of forbearance had suddenly crumbled, the mask had shattered, and composure was gone.
“You’ve gone astray… Sister.” His voice was clenched between his teeth, a dangerous undertone beneath the gentleness. “Bad children will be punished.”
The moment the words left my lips, a jolt of electricity shot through me, and my fingertips trembled slightly.
Gentleness faded away, and restraint vanished.
Like a sudden summer downpour, it arrives abruptly, urgently and violently, silently enveloping and submerging people.
The patter of raindrops on the blinds created a misty, melodious sound.
Even my breath felt damp, my thoughts drifted, and I felt weightless and disoriented.
He called her name again and again, his voice low and hoarse, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
Those words subtly stirred her heartstrings, making her ears burn and her heart pound, yet she couldn't help but hold her breath and listen intently.
"Sister, you're so good..."
"It's a thousand times warmer than I imagined..."
The lingering melody carried a hint of deliberate overstepping of boundaries.
"Your voice is so beautiful..."
"Don't hold back, let me hear more."
Extreme praise contains a chilling mix of pampering and control.
"Don't close your eyes..."
"Look how much I love you."
"......"
"Call my name, sister..."
"Let me know who made you do this."
It's a declaration of possession, unquestionable, and ingrained in one's very being.
"Sister...my..."
"...May I be a little more unrestrained with you?"
His voice was deep and husky, like it had tiny hooks, making her ears tingle.
Thoughts drifted like willow catkins, chaotic and blurred, a warm feeling stirred the moonlit sea, ripples spreading outwards.
On the moonlit sea, a small boat gently sways, bobbing up and down. Clinging tightly to its only support, it lets the gentle waves take its course, drifting towards the distant horizon.
Outside the window, the night rain pattered softly, while inside, the lights shone warmly.
Between breaths, a soft whisper brushed past my ear, and I couldn't tell whose murmur it was.
For a long, long time.
The wind and waves gradually subsided, and the waves became calm.
In the darkness, the two heartbeats gradually synchronized, and they slowly sank into tranquility.
Yukimura propped himself up slightly, brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead that were damp with sweat, and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips, which were slightly red and swollen, yet made even more plump and alluring.
She was so tired that she didn't want to move a single finger. She just looked at him with her misty eyes, which were both alluring and pitiful.
"Are you exhausted?" Yukimura asked with a soft laugh. "Shall I take you to take a bath?"
In the steamy bathroom, Risa lay limply on the edge of the bathtub, all shame forgotten. Her eyes were closed, and she vaguely felt his ministrations.
She thought she could rest after taking a shower, but in the steamy air and with her skin touching, he coaxed and entangled her again.
By the time the rain truly subsided, the sound of rain outside the window had gradually faded.
Risa was exhausted and sleepy, her dazed eyes filled with the resentment of being overtaken.
"Go to sleep." Yukimura pulled her into his arms, his voice languid and gentle after a satisfying meal. "I'm here."
Surrounded by his reassuring aura and body temperature, Risa felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, her eyelashes trembled, and she drifted off to sleep.
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The next day, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.
Risa opened her eyes groggily, feeling as if her whole body had been disassembled and reassembled, and was incredibly sore and weak.
"Awake?" Yukimura asked, leaning against the doorframe with breakfast in his hand, his voice gentle and smiling.
He changed into a white shirt and trousers, looking refreshed and handsome, completely different from the night before.
"...Oichi?"
Yukimura placed the tray on the bedside table; the fried egg on it looked tempting.
"...You did this?" Risa stared at him in disbelief.
“A beautiful wish.” Yukimura chuckled, readily admitting, “But your stomach might not be able to handle my culinary creations. It’s takeout; I’m only responsible for plating and… feeding you.”
He spoke with a pointed remark, his purple eyes smiling.
Risa glared at him shyly and took the milk he offered.
Yukimura sat down by the bed and tidied her long, messy hair: "How are you feeling?"
"...It felt like I was being repeatedly pounded by Sanada's 'iron fist' all night long."
Yukimura raised an eyebrow slightly: "Sanada?"
Risa nearly choked, glaring at him resentfully: "Isn't the point the iron fist punishment?"
"Heh," Yukimura chuckled, his fingertips brushing across the bridge of her nose. "Is this a compliment? Or an accusation?"
"An accusation! Of course it's an accusation! And it's the kind of 'using public office to settle personal scores'!"
"Huh? What personal grudge did I settle?" Yukimura feigned ignorance.
“It’s just…!” Risa was speechless. She couldn’t very well say that Akaya’s phone call and that model were the reason he was so… ruthless.
She could only angrily bite into the toast.
A knowing smile touched Yukimura's eyes as he lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead: "I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time." Although his tone sounded completely unrepentant.
"I'll forgive you for the sake of the takeout."
"You managed to appease him with just one takeout meal?"
"After all... it's such a handsome Oichi."
"Is it related to appearance?"
"It's related to body shape...and also to technique."
Is this considered high praise?
"If you say so, then it is..."
After a moment of silence, Yukimura spoke softly, "...Doesn't Risa think that my inability to cook is a disadvantage?"
There was a hint of hesitation in his tone, almost imperceptible and quite unlike his usual self. Risa was slightly taken aback, as if the softest spot in her heart had been touched.
He's Yukimura Seiichi, the man who's incredibly powerful and capable in every field, yet he's showing such clumsy concern?
“Cooking is a small matter; leave it to the professionals. Everyone has their own expertise.” She smiled, her clear eyes looking into his.
“My dear Aichi, you’re already an unparalleled professional when it comes to tennis and… ‘bullying’ me. So, all you need to do is continue to love me well.”
Yukimura's pupils trembled, and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead.
"good."
"I will love you for a lifetime."
The sunlight outside the window was just right, filling the room with a gentle warmth.
(End of text)
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Author's Note: The main storyline is finished! [Fireworks][Fireworks]
There will be about 10 more chapters of future storylines and career storylines, making it more like a sequel than a side story.
After the sequel ends, it will truly be the end. The follow-up to the photo album controversy that Baozi wanted to see, as well as some sweet everyday moments, will be given to everyone as bonus episodes.
A heartfelt thank you to all the lovely readers who have been following the series. Without you, we wouldn't have reached the point where we hear "The End." (Hugs to everyone!)
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