水原千鶴 x 租女友全套

Mizuhara sat across from her boyfriend in the warm glow of the café, the quiet hum of conversations around them. He reached across the table with a smile, the sincerity in his eyes making her stomach twist with guilt. “So, Mizuhara, now that we’re together, you’ve stopped those ‘side gigs,’ right?” he asked, his tone light but curious. Her fingers tightened around her cup, a small, forced smile appearing on her lips. “O-Of course… just for you,” she replied, the lie sitting heavy in her chest. If only he knew… The thought came unbidden, sending a pulse of heat through her, mingled with shame. A buzz from her phone broke the moment. She glanced down, heart racing as she read the message lighting up her screen: “You know where to be. Now.” The sender’s name—Alex—made her pulse quicken. Why does one message make my world spin? She swallowed hard, eyes darting up to meet her boyfriend’s. “I’m so sorry,” she said, standing abruptly, the chair scraping the floor. “Something urgent came up. I won’t be long.” A shadow of confusion passed over his face, but he nodded. “Alright… don’t keep me waiting too long.” Mizuhara stepped out of the café, the cool evening air hitting her skin as she waved a hurried goodbye. He has no idea… Minutes later, she found herself outside Alex’s apartment, heart pounding with anticipation. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she knocked, knowing he was already waiting. The door opened, and Alex’s familiar smirk greeted her. “Mind if I take a shower?” she asked, her tone playful as she stepped inside. “I want to be perfect for you.” He leaned against the wall, eyes glinting. “Go ahead. I like you at your best.” The water cascaded over her, washing away the guilt from moments before. Even the thought of him sets my skin ablaze… why do I crave this so much? Before she could steady her thoughts, the shower door opened, and Alex stepped in, the steam curling around them both. “Can’t let you do this alone,” he teased, his voice smooth. “I need to make sure you’re spotless.” A shiver ran down her spine as his fingers brushed against her. “T-Thank you, master…” she stammered, the title slipping from her lips without thought. “So,” he began, fingers trailing down her collarbone, “was I interrupting your cozy little date?” Her cheeks flushed under his touch, the question pulling her back to reality. “I d-didn’t let him touch me, master… only you have that right.” “Good,” he murmured, satisfaction lacing his words. “That’s what I like to hear.” He leaned in, voice commanding, “Stick out your tongue.” Her pulse drummed in her ears as she obeyed, surrendering to the moment. Later, they moved to the bedroom, where her eyes fell on a coil of red rope draped over the bedframe. Curiosity lit her expression. “What’s with the rope?” she asked, glancing at him. Alex chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Just had to remind someone who’s in charge earlier.” A playful shiver ran through her, and she knelt before him, anticipation sparking between them. She knew exactly what he liked, and her heart raced as she leaned into the familiar role. “Show me how much you missed this,” he said, his voice low and approving. The room was filled with the heat of their shared secret, each moment feeding the hunger she never admitted to anyone else. Afterward, she met his gaze, a sly smile on her lips. No one else makes me feel this alive. A few days later, she walked hand-in-hand with her boyfriend down a quiet street. His laughter mingled with the evening air, but beneath her practiced smile, tension simmered. A message buzzed in her pocket, and her breath hitched. It’s him. “I need to use the bathroom for a moment,” she said, slipping her hand from his. “I’ll be right back.” Moments later, she found herself in a public toilet stall. Alex leaned against the wall, smirk intact. “Quick as ever. Couldn’t stay away, could you?” She met his challenging gaze, heat sparking in her eyes. “Always, master… just for you.” “Good girl,” he said, tracing a finger along her cheek. “Now, go enjoy the rest of your date. Try not to think of me too much.”