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

In the spacious lobby, crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow, and the marble floor gleamed like a mirror.

Upon seeing the intoxicated lady and her accompanying gentleman, the receptionist understood and processed her check-in.

The elevator ascended smoothly, and Miyamoto Yumi leaned almost entirely against Kamishiro Yu.

The faint scent of perfume mingled with the aroma of wine on her body filled the small space with an ambiguous atmosphere.

The suite was spacious and comfortable, with a large bed covered in pristine white sheets.

Yuu carefully placed Yumi Miyamoto on the bed and helped her take off her high heels.

Her fair ankles looked exceptionally delicate under the light, and her rounded toes twitched involuntarily as she suddenly relaxed.

"Kamishiro...senpai..." Miyamoto Yumi mumbled sleepily, her hands unconsciously reaching forward as if to embrace something.

Yuu Kamishiro couldn't help but laugh and leaned closer to her.

His chest pressed gently against her dress, the soft fabric slightly deforming from the pressure.

Miyamoto Yumi felt as if she were dreaming.

Today I not only had dinner with my idol, but we're also in a hotel room together now.

How could something so wonderful actually happen?

She mustered her courage and took the initiative to tilt her head up and kiss Yuu Kamishiro's lips.

The kiss carried the sweet scent of red wine and an indescribable admiration.

Yuu Kamishiro responded gently, her fingers lightly combing through her loose hair.

Outside the window, Tokyo's night view sparkles like stars, while inside the room, a beautiful night is just beginning.

Chapter 140 Recruiting Yumi Miyamoto

Yuu Kamishiro kissed Yumi Miyamoto.

His lips first lightly touched the corner of her mouth.

Then the kiss gradually deepened.

You can taste the lingering sweetness of red wine on her lips.

Yumi Miyamoto closed her eyes.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

My hands unconsciously gripped the sheets tightly.

Gently help her take off her dress.

Yuu's fingers slid down her smooth back.

Find the zipper hidden in the hair.

As the zipper slowly opened...

The light blue silk dress slipped off her body like the receding tide.

Stacked around the waist.

He noticed a faint sunburn mark on her shoulder.

These marks must have been left while on duty.

Looking at Miyamoto Yumi's fair skin.

Under the soft light of the hotel bedside lamp,

Her skin had a pearly sheen.

There were still a few faint red marks on her collarbone.

Yu's gaze swept over her flat stomach.

It rose and fell slightly with each breath.

The navel is like a small pearl set in the center.

Yuu Kamishiro was also experiencing a surge of emotions at this moment.

He could feel his heart beating much faster than usual.

My palms were also slightly warm.

As a writer, he has depicted countless intimate scenes, but the real feeling is far more moving than words.

He noticed that Miyamoto Yumi's fingertips were trembling slightly, so he took her hand.

He was not polite.

After confirming that Miyamoto Yumi did not object,

Yuu Kamishiro gently pulled up the blanket that had slipped off for her.

Her black hair was spread out on the clean white pillow.

Like a casual ink painting.

As he bent down to straighten the blankets

I could smell the faint scent of shampoo in her hair.

It has a fresh scent after the rain.

Moonlight streamed into the room through the curtains.

It bathes everything in a soft, silvery glow.

Miyamoto Yumi rolled over.

The blanket slipped off unexpectedly.

A silk nightgown with a pearly sheen.

Yuu Kamishiro picked up the hair tie from the carpet and placed it on the bedside table.

The silk sheets rustled softly with each movement.

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When Miyamoto Yumi woke up in the middle of the night,

She found herself resting her head on Yuu Kamishiro's arm without even realizing it.

By moonlight,

She saw their fingers intertwined tightly.

The knuckles still bear the thin calluses from dance practice.

The slippers by the bed, one straight and one crooked, silently tell the story of the impromptu waltz before bed.

Pressing her fingertips against her slightly flushed cheeks, Yumi Miyamoto quietly got up.

My reflection in the mirror shows disheveled hair, yet an involuntary smile plays on my lips.

In the bathroom, the warm water washed away the remaining light makeup, but it couldn't wash away the bedtime murmurs echoing in my mind.

Yuu Kamishiro stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water wash away her fatigue.

He squeezed out some shower gel and lathered it up into a rich lather.

Through frosted glass,

Yumi Miyamoto could see his blurry figure moving, sometimes raising his arms, sometimes bending over to wash his legs.

When Yuu Kamishiro was taking a bath.

Yumi Miyamoto sat on the edge of the bed, slowly drying her hair with a towel.

She looked around the unfamiliar hotel room.

Seeing their clothes scattered everywhere—

Her blue dress was draped over the back of the chair.

Yuu Kamishiro's suit jacket was hanging on the coat hook.

There were two high heels on the ground that had been carelessly kicked away.

Miyamoto Yumi glanced at the other bed, which clearly had many creases and wrinkles.

The sheets were torn and twisted, and the pillow was dented.

She remembered being pressed down on those folds, and the weight and warmth of Yuu Kamishiro seemed to remain in her memory.

This thought made her ears burn.

I think I was just doing *that* with my senior here.

Yumi Miyamoto gently ran her fingers through the wrinkles in the sheets.

It feels softer than I expected.

She noticed a long black hair on the pillow, which clearly belonged to her.

This intimate evidence made her both shy and inexplicably satisfied.

She blushed involuntarily.

Yumi Miyamoto buried her face in her hands.

I took several deep breaths to calm down.

She never imagined she would be so proactive; those bold moves now seem unbelievable.

What made her heart race even faster was that Yuu Kamishiro seemed to enjoy her enthusiasm, which she could tell from his responses at crucial moments.

Looking at the twinkling stars outside.

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The Tokyo night view comes into view through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The lights of the Tokyo Skytree in the distance look like a string of pearls.

Yumi Miyamoto walked to the window, the sash of her bathrobe swaying gently behind her.

The night breeze ruffled her half-dry hair, bringing a touch of coolness, but it couldn't cool her burning cheeks.

I can't help but think that Sato Miwako must have secretly eaten something good.

Miyamoto Yumi pouted; now she completely understood her best friend's unusual behavior.

Miwako must have experienced similar nights as well.

That's why I was so calm about this date.

This discovery made her both amused and annoyed, and she decided that she would definitely "interrogate" that fake best friend tomorrow.

She was thinking about the bath inside.

The sound of water in the room stopped.

The faint sound of Yuu Kamishiro turning off the shower and drying himself with a towel could be heard.

Yumi Miyamoto heard him clear his throat and the rustling sound of a towel rubbing against her skin.

These everyday sounds sound especially intimate in the hotel room late at night.

Kamishiro Yuya came out wrapped in a bathrobe.

His hair was still dripping wet.

Water droplets slid down her neck and into the collar of her bathrobe.

The bathrobe was loosely tied around his waist, revealing a large expanse of his muscular chest.

He dried his hair with a towel as he walked, a casual yet masculine gesture.

Looking at his strong, muscular body.

Miyamoto Yumi's gaze involuntarily followed the trajectory of the water droplets as they slid down.

The water droplets passed over the hollow of his collarbone.

It glides over the outline of the pectoral muscles, finally disappearing into the shadow of the bathrobe.