Crossover Anime: The Widow's Husband Joins the Wives' Chat Group

Instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

9 responded to his enthusiasm.

After a long while, the two finally separated, but Yuu Kamishiro's hand remained on Saeko Busujima's waist.

1. "Do you really think I don't know how to use a washing machine?"

⑨ Saeko Busujima asked in a low voice, her usually capable demeanor carrying a rare hint of playfulness.

“Of course not,” Yuu Kamishiro said with a smile, “but I don’t mind playing along with you in this charade.”

Saeko Busujima gently punched his chest.

But a sweet smile appeared on her face.

Actually, I just wanted to find an opportunity to be alone with you.

She spoke in a low voice, almost inaudible.

A hint of tenderness flashed in Yu's eyes as he gently stroked her hair:

"I know."

As the atmosphere gradually heated up

Saeko Busujima felt her heart beating faster and faster.

She never imagined she would take such the initiative.

But in front of Kamishiro Yu,

She seemed unable to control her emotions.

"You are irresistible to me."

She spoke softly, her eyes filled with helplessness and longing.

She recalled the first time she went to kill someone with Yuu Kamishiro.

The wild scene that greeted me when I got home was quite exciting.

Yuriko Takashiro had previously been caught sneaking food in the laundry room.

This also gave her inspiration.

She can also replicate it in the laundry room.

Yuu Kamishiro looked at her and said softly:

"Don't resist, just follow your heart."

His fingers gently traced her cheek.

It brought a jolt of electricity.

Saeko Busujima's loose clothing made her appear completely unguarded.

Let him do as he pleases.

Saeko Busujima closed her eyes.

Enjoying this rare moment of tenderness.

Yuu Kamishiro gently pulled Saeko Busujima to his chest and pressed her down.

...

After a long while, Saeko Busujima was satisfied.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door.

Saeko Busujima suddenly opened her eyes and looked towards the doorway.

Is that Kyoko Yuuki?

She asked in a low voice, a hint of panic in her tone.

Yuu Kamishiro gently shook his head:

"Don't worry, she probably won't come here."

Nevertheless, Saeko Busujima still felt a pang of guilt.

She quickly straightened her clothes, trying to appear calm.

"Should we... go out now?"

She asked softly, her tone tinged with reluctance.

Yuu Kamishiro nodded, but a sly glint flashed in his eyes:

"Don't make such a lame excuse next time."

Saeko Busujima blushed and muttered under her breath:

"It's your own fault for not coming to me first."

......

Later,

Yuu Kamishiro was taking a shower in the bathroom.

I tried to calm my chaotic thoughts.

However, at this moment.

The bathroom door was gently pushed open.

Kyoko Yuuki walked in.

She was only wrapped in a clean white bath towel.

The edges of the bath towel were slightly damp, clinging tightly to her slender waist and outlining her perfect figure.

A misty vapor filled the air.

It made her skin look even whiter and more delicate.

It is as smooth as a freshly peeled egg.

Her short, glossy black hair was casually draped behind her ears.

Her hair still had a few water droplets on it, making her look both capable and sexy.

Do you need me to scrub your back?

She asked in a low voice.

The voice was less serious.

It has become more soft and provocative.

Yuu Kamishiro did not refuse, but simply turned slightly to the side, allowing her to walk behind him.

Kyoko Yuuki's fingers gently traced his back.

A warm sensation came from my fingertips.

It felt as if an electric current was passing through him, causing his skin to tremble slightly.

Her movements were gentle and delicate, her fingertips tracing the contours of his skin.

A faint scent of shower gel filled the air.

Mixed with her unique aura, it's impossible not to be captivated by it.

Kyoko Yuuki lowered her head slightly, her gaze falling on his back.

The pressure applied by the fingertips is just right, causing neither pain nor discomfort, yet providing an indescribable sense of comfort.

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

His breathing became somewhat rapid.

Clearly, she was trying hard to suppress her inner turmoil at that moment.

The temperature in the bathroom gradually rose.

Their breathing became rapid.

Kyoko Yuuki rested her head on Yuu Kamishiro's shoulder.

Said softly:

"Thank you for letting me feel young again."

Kamishiro Yuu turned around.

He cupped her face in his hands.

He gazed at her with deep affection.

In the steamy bathroom,

Their lips slowly touched.

......

Late at night, Yuu Kamishiro gently placed Kyoko Yuuki on the bed and tenderly covered her with a blanket.

"Get some rest, you must be tired today."

he whispered.

Kyoko Yuuki took his hand and whispered:

"Don't go, stay with me."

Yuu Kamishiro smiled, lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms.

Their body heat mingled, as if dispelling all the chill.

Kyoko Yuuki nodded and wriggled in his warm embrace.

Yuu looked down at her in his arms, his gaze gentle.

Her short, dark hair fell across his chest.

Her hair still carried a faint, pleasant fragrance.

It smells like shower gel, but also like her unique scent.

He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, his movements tender and meticulous, like petting a cat.

Feeling his movements, Kyoko Yuuki blushed and said:

"I want more..."

......

Asuna had just stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a light pink bath towel.

Water droplets slid slowly down her fair skin, highlighting her porcelain-like delicate texture.

Her long, soft orange hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, with water still dripping from the ends.

A few tiny water droplets clung to her long eyelashes, making her look exceptionally beautiful.

The air was filled with a faint scent of shower gel.

The bath towel clung tightly to her body, outlining her shapely curves.

A pair of straight, slender legs, with skin as smooth as silk, and a slight pink tinge at the knees, revealing a girl's unique shyness and naivety.

She blushed as she thought about the marks in the bathroom.

Was her mother the one who used the bathroom before her?

She was surprised.

Back in her bedroom, she pressed her head tightly against the wall.

I can hear the noises from next door.

She couldn't help but start imagining the scene.

......