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

The lingering foam piled up like snow between their pressed skin.

Then, with the rising body temperature, it melted into a slippery trickle.

"Compensation for last night..."

Yuu Kamishiro gently rubbed the sensitive spot behind her ear, "I haven't finished yet."

Yuu Kamishiro said, "I haven't had enough breakfast milk yet!"

The water jet suddenly changed direction, soaking the two of them completely.

Sonoko Suzuki wiped the water droplets from her face, about to protest.

Suddenly, her lips and tongue were invaded—a deep kiss still carrying the scent of breakfast milk.

It carries a deliberate, retaliatory sweetness.

When she heard the sound of suitcase wheels rolling down the corridor, Sonoko Suzuki realized that her bath towel was soaked.

Yuu Kamishiro swallowed her gasp.

He cradled her buttocks in his palm as they walked toward the dressing mirror.

The mirror was quickly covered by fog.

Only the overlapping outlines of two blurry figures could be seen.

And occasionally, a glimpse of a glistening, watery ankle.

.......

Ran Mouri's fingers, which were tidying up her luggage, suddenly stopped.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, she saw Sonoko Suzuki rush into the next room wearing Yuu Kamishiro's shirt.

Her clothes barely covered the top of her thighs, and her hair was still dripping wet.

The third button on the shirt is clearly misaligned.

It felt like it was being hastily ripped open and then frantically fastened back up.

The morning breeze carries whispers from the terrace.

Ran Mouri inexplicably approached.

Yuu Kamishiro was leaning against the railing, drinking iced water.

The way his Adam's apple bobbed reminded her of how he swallowed other liquids last night.

He suddenly turned his head and caught her peeking gaze.

He shook the lemon slices floating in the water glass: "Want some to quench your thirst?"

When the cool rim of the cup touched her lips, Ran Mouri tasted a subtle metallic flavor.

It's the berry-flavored lip balm that Sonoko Suzuki usually uses.

She suddenly realized something and gripped Yuu Kamishiro's sleeve tightly with her fingers.

The other party then forced her against the railing.

The sensation of their hip bones touching made her legs go weak instantly.

"Um... Sonoko, she..."

Ran Mouri's question remained unanswered.

Yuu Kamishiro's thumb brushed across her lower lip, where the tartness of lemonade still lingered.

His eyelashes were almost transparent in the sunlight when he lowered his eyes.

His pupils, however, were so deep they seemed to swallow all light: "He looks jealous..."

The kiss landed on her burning eyelids, "sweeter than lipstick."

When Sonoko Suzuki burst through the door with her suitcase, she saw her childhood friend being pressed against the railing and kissed deeply from behind.

Yuu Kamishiro's knuckles sank into Ran Mouri's stubble at the back of her head.

His other hand was sliding down her spine toward the waistband of her uniform skirt.

Ran Mouri futilely clutched at the back of his shirt.

The tiptoes were almost off the ground.

Just like the way I stood on tiptoe to tie the knot on his mask at the amusement park ten years ago.

"You two..."

Sonoko Suzuki kicked a slipper that hit Yuu Kamishiro on the back. "It's almost time to check out, isn't it?"

Sunlight shone through her thin shirt.

The outline of its empty interior is clearly visible.

And the fingerprints below the collarbone that haven't faded.

............

The golden rays of dawn streamed through the panoramic sunroof onto the Nappa leather seats of the Maybach.

Yuu Kamishiro gripped the suede-wrapped steering wheel with one hand.

The mechanical sound of the Patek Philippe on the wrist resonates subtly with the roar of the 12-cylinder engine.

Ran Mouri's fingertips were unconsciously drawing circles on the armrest of the passenger seat.

Through the half-inch lowered car window, you could see the pearl earring on her earlobe swaying gently as she turned her head.

Is the air conditioning temperature comfortable?

Yuu Kamishiro's right hand suddenly left the gear lever.

He placed his palm on Ran Mouri's thigh, which was exposed outside her pleated skirt.

The Maybach's air suspension just barely made it over the speed bump.

Make this action look like a natural and caring gesture.

The girl's skin immediately trembled slightly.

It's even more intoxicating than the sandalwood scent released by the fragrance.

Suddenly, a dangerous glimpse of Sonoko Suzuki's narrowed eyes flashed in the rearview mirror.

She deliberately made a crunching sound while biting the straw of her iced lemon tea: "Some people are speeding and distracted."

"Do you want to be stopped by the traffic police and do something even more outrageous?"

The strawberry marks, barely visible beneath the sheer blouse, rose and fell with her breath.

It was exactly the same spot where Ran Mouri left her teeth marks on Yuu Kamishiro's shoulder last night, at the same symmetrical position.

"Sonoko, you..."

As Ran Mouri turned around, the seatbelt just went right through her chest.

It outlines the full curve that makes Yuu Kamishiro squint.

"Aren't we talking about safety first anymore?"

1.3 Her moist almond-shaped eyes glanced sideways at her best friend.

Her fingertips boldly hooked onto Yuu Kamishiro's crocodile leather belt.

"Who said yesterday that Xiaolan and I were each on one side?"

Sonoko Suzuki kicked off her Roman sandals and climbed barefoot onto the central armrest.

Chestnut curls brushed against Yu's right hand as he operated the gear shift.

The navigation system indicates there's a rest stop 500 meters ahead.

She suddenly bit Kamishiro Yu's earlobe and whispered something indistinctly.

Her fingernails drew ambiguous red marks on Ran Mouri's taut knees.

"How about... we try out the rear seat space in this Maybach?"

The automatic parking system started silently.

Yuu Kamishiro smeared his thumb across the strawberry lipstick that had melted on Ran Mouri's lips.

She then placed her sweet-smelling fingertips between Sonoko Suzuki's teeth.

Chapter 137 Hot Dog Flavored Ice Cream

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sunshade, casting dappled shadows on the rear seats of the Maybach.

Yuu Kamishiro rested his chin on his hand, gazing at Sonoko Suzuki in the rearview mirror as she lightly bit her lower lip.

Her slender fingers were unconsciously twirling a strand of chestnut-brown curly hair, the ends of which trembled gently in the breeze from the air conditioner.

“Take a right turn at the service area in 300 meters ahead.”

The cold, robotic voice of the car navigation system broke the thick silence inside the car.

"I'm going to refuel." Yu's voice was deep and magnetic, with a slight upward inflection at the end, as if carrying some kind of hint.

As he turned the steering wheel, the Patek Philippe on his wrist reflected a dazzling light that fell on Ran Mouri's fair cheek.

She lowered her head, the shadow cast by her long eyelashes concealing the emotional fluctuations in her eyes, but when Yuu Kamishiro's fingertips lightly brushed across the back of her hand, she couldn't help but gasp.

........................

After the car came to a complete stop, Yuanzi jumped out like a happy little deer:

"I'm going to buy ice cream!"

She turned back and winked at the two of them, her pink lipstick gleaming alluringly in the sunlight.

Yuu Kamishiro leaned against the car door, watching Sonoko skip away.

Today she was wearing denim shorts that barely covered her upper thighs, and a light white off-shoulder top. As she walked, the rose tattoo on her waist was faintly visible, making it hard to look away.

"I want 98, fill it up," he said to the gas station attendant, while simultaneously sensing Ran Mouri approaching.

She was a bit taller than Sonoko, wearing a light blue dress, with long, seaweed-like hair that reached her waist, and a faint scent of lily of the valley wafting from her hair that was refreshing.

"Aren't you going?" Yuu Kamishiro deliberately took a step closer and smelled the faint perfume scent on Ran Mouri's neck—a blend of lily of the valley and citrus, fresh with a hint of sweetness.

Ran Mouri's ear tips turned red, and her fingers were twisted together:

"Sonoko...she's always like this..."

"Always?" Kaminari Yu lowered his voice, his lips almost brushing against her earlobe.

Ran Mouri raised her head, her clear eyes sparkling with struggle and longing.

Just as the atmosphere was about to become awkward, Sonoko's clear voice broke the silence.

"Look what I bought!" She held up three ice cream cones, shaking them proudly. "Strawberry, cantaloupe, and—" she shook the uniquely shaped one, "a special hot dog flavor!"

As Yu raised an eyebrow and took the gas ticket, Sonoko had already stuck it up, waving a strawberry-flavored ice cream in front of him.

"Want some?" She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

As Yuu leaned forward slightly, Sonoko suddenly pulled back the ice cream, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.

Her lips were cool and soft, with the sweetness of strawberries, yet also a burning heat.

Yu's large hand naturally rested on her lower back, completely eliminating the distance between them.

"The garden is bad," Ran Mouri said softly, but she couldn't hide the slight tremor in her voice.

When Sonoko stepped back, Yuu Kamishiro still had a bit of pink ice cream on the corner of his lips.

Ran Mouri's gaze unconsciously fell there, and when she realized it, she found herself taking a step forward, handing the cantaloupe ice cream in her hand to Yuu Kamishiro.

"Ran's gone astray too." Sonoko chuckled as she took a bite of her ice cream, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them.

Yuu Kamishiro gazed intently at Ran Mouri with his deep eyes, then slowly lowered his head and licked a piece of cantaloupe-flavored ice cream.

His tongue slowly traced across the cool surface, the movement so deliberate it was almost erotic.

Ran Mouri's fingers trembled slightly, and the ice cream almost melted in her hands.

"It's sweet," Yuu Kamishiro said softly, but he wasn't just commenting on the taste of the ice cream.