The space between us vanished. My hand slid from her shoulder to the nape of her neck, fingers tangling in the soft hairs at her hairline as I drew her back in.

This second kiss was different. The initial shock had melted, replaced by a dawning, desperate need. Her lips parted on a soft sigh, and I deepened the kiss, tasting the faint, sweet remnant of sake on her tongue. A quiet, helpless sound escaped her throat, and her hands came up to clutch at the front of my yukata.

We broke for a gasping breath, our foreheads still pressed together, eyes closed.

"Souta-kun..." she whispered.

That was all the invitation I needed. The third kiss was not gentle. It was hungry and deep, a collision of pent-up longing. My arms wrapped fully around her, pulling her flush against me until I could feel the softness of her breasts and frantic beat of her heart against my chest.

It was Hikari who pulled away.

She tore her mouth from mine. Her hands flying up to press against my chest to push me away.

“No… we can’t. Kotoha loves you. And… I’m-I’m her mother.” She wrapped her arms around herself as if to find comfort. Her eyes were wide and shimmering like she was about shed into tears.

I took a deliberate step back, creating space, and looked up at the moon to give her room to breathe.

"Hikari-san. We need to talk."

"Souta-kun?" Her voice was fragile.

"Kotoha loves me. And I love her too."

"I know..."

"And you, Hikari... you have feelings for me. And I feel the same way for you. I love you both, with all my heart. Tell me, what am I supposed to do with that?"

"You... you can't..."

"Hikari-san, you deserve happiness. You need to be happy. I have to see you happy. Otherwise, what good am I?"

"No, Souta-kun. I’ll be fine. You need to be with Kotoha. That's enough for me. Really, I'll be fine."

But her eyes betrayed her. All I saw was agony. An act of self-sacrifice. I'll be fine? There was no world in which that was true.

"You showed me your heart. That's a gift, and it goes both ways. Please don't think I could ever just leave you behind."

"Then what should I do, Souta-kun? I... I don't know what to do. I don't know..."

"Will you trust me? Leave all your worries behind and just trust me. Have I ever let you down before?"

"Trust you...?"

"Yes. For now, forget everything else. Just trust that I will find us a way. I promise you an answer where everyone can be happy."

"Is that... is that really something you can promise?"

"With absolute certainty."

A long, shuddering breath escaped her. "Then... I will trust you." The tension finally left her shoulders, the trembling stilling.

"Thank you. Now, will you come back so I can hold you?" I opened my arms and let out a small smile.

A soft, watery laugh escaped her.

"You... fine." She stepped forward, letting me fold her into an embrace, her head coming to rest against my chest.

I gave Hikari a moment, letting the quiet calm her racing heart. Then I gently cupped her chin and brought my lips to hers once more.

This time, there was no hesitation. She met the kiss with a soft sigh, her mouth opening willingly as our tongues slid together in a slow, deep rhythm.

We lost ourselves in the connection, the kiss stretching on until a thin strand of saliva glistened between our parted lips.

When we finally broke apart, breathless, she looked up at me with dazed, shining eyes.

"Souta-kun... you're far too good at this."

"I practiced with Kotoha."

Her eyes widened, and she swatted my arm. "That's a terrible thing to say!"

"Sorry, sorry." I chuckled.

She pouted, a genuine but playful hurt in her expression. "I feel betrayed. All this was happening right under my nose, and I had no idea."

"So is Kotoha the bad girl here?"

She shook her head, a faint smile finally touching her lips. "No. Souta-kun is the bad one."

“Then I will continue to be bad.”

The space between our lips vanished again. My hands, which had been resting on her waist, slid upward. They moved slowly, giving her every chance to pull away, but she only pressed closer.

My palms found the full, heavy weight of her breasts through the yukata.

They were so soft, yet so substantial, filling my hands completely. Through the fabric, I could feel the unique texture of her inverted nipples, smooth and taut against my palms before they began to stiffen and push outward under my touch.

A sweet moan vibrated from her into my mouth as I kneaded them gently, feeling them harden in response to the pressure.

In response, her own hand slid from my shoulder down my chest, coming to rest high on my thigh.

When we finally parted, Hikari’s face was deeply flushed. Despite the cool night air, a single bead of sweat traced a path down her temple. Another glistened at the hollow of her collarbone before slipping down into the shadowed depths of her cleavage. The sight was unbearably erotic.

"Souta-kun, your hands... they're so naughty. Have you done this with Kotoha, too?"

"About this much," I admitted, my thumbs still gently circling her now-prominent nipples through the fabric.

Her eyes widened slightly. "So there's more?"

"How did you know?"

She gave a helpless laugh. "A mother's intuition, perhaps?"

"Hikari-san. Will you sit on my lap?"

Hikari hesitated for only a moment before she shifted her weight and settled onto my lap. The new position brought us even closer, her back pressing against my chest. A soft, shuddering sigh escaped her as she leaned into me.

My arms circled her waist, and my hands immediately found their way back to her breasts. I cupped their full, heavy weight, kneading them slowly through the yukata fabric. I could feel her heart hammering against my palm.

Leaning in, I nuzzled aside her hair and found the delicate shell of her ear. My tongue traced its curve before I took the lobe gently between my teeth, nipping and suckling.

"Ah! S-Souta-kun…" she gasped, her head lolling back against my shoulder.

Her body went pliant in my arms, every ounce of resistance melting away under the dual assault on her sensitive ears and swollen breasts. Her own hands came up to clutch at my arms, her fingers digging into my sleeves, holding on.

My lips still brushing the shell of her ear, my voice dropped to a whisper. "Hikari-san... can I? Let me feel your skin."

A full-body shiver ran through her. "Souta-kun... you're so naughty."

I didn't push, simply waiting, my hands still cupping her warmth through the fabric. After a long, tense moment where I could feel the frantic beat of her heart, she gave a single, almost imperceptible nod, her face turning to hide in my neck.

That was all the permission I needed. My fingers moved to the front of her yukata, finding the secure knot of her obi. I began to untie it.

As the yukata fell open, her breasts spilled into my hands in all their full, pale glory. They were even more beautiful than I had imagined even though I’ve seen them often in my previous life.

"Ahn...! S-Souta-kun, don't stare so much... it's embarrassing..." she whimpered, trying to hide her face against my shoulder.

Heavy and soft with perfectly smooth, pink areolas. At their centers, her inverted nipples lay nestled within themselves, like shy, sleeping buds.

I was captivated. With the utmost care, I took one between my thumb and forefinger, applying a gentle, persistent pressure, rolling and coaxing it.

"Mmh... they're so sensitive now... please be gentle..."

Hikari whimpered, her back arching, her fingers tangling in my hair. Slowly, reluctantly, the tight bud began to swell and emerge from its sheath, lengthening and hardening into a proud, erect peak.

"Hya! W-wait, that one is still... ah! It's coming out...!"

I moved to its twin, giving it the same devoted attention until it, too, stood fully erect. As it finally popped free, a single, pearly drop of milk welled up at the tip, glistening in the moonlight before tracing a slow, glistening path down the lush curve of her breast.

"N-no way... milk...? S-stop, that's even more shameful...! F-for a woman my age to... to leak like this... you must think I'm so lewd..."

“Hikari-mama.”

“Don’t… don’t call me that right now..”

“I love you.” I whispered.

“Hnng..!” She shivered.

“Will you feed me?”

For a long moment, she was still. Then, with a shy, trembling resolve, she shifted in my lap, turning to straddle me fully. Her face was crimson, eyes glistening with a mix of profound embarrassment and deep affection. Her hands came up to cradle her heavy, milk-beaded breast, guiding it toward my mouth.

"O-open your mouth..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with a maternal tenderness that was impossibly erotic.

I obeyed instantly, parting my lips. Her fingers trembled as she guided her swollen nipple, now fully erect and glistening, past my lips.

The moment it touched my tongue, a soft, melodic moan escaped her lips. "A-ah...!"

I closed my mouth around her, my tongue swirling over the stiff peak before I began to suckle gently. The taste was sweet and warm, uniquely hers. A sharp, gushing release followed, filling my mouth with her warm milk.

"Haa...! It's... it's coming out... so much..." she moaned, her head falling back, her body arching into the sensation. Her hands tangled in my hair, not pushing me away, but holding me closer.

"S-Souta-kun... you're drinking it all..."

I drank deeply, one hand splayed on the small of her back to support her, the other gently kneading her other full, aching breast.

She rocked her hips against me involuntarily, a slow, desperate rhythm as she fed me, completely lost in the overwhelming intimacy.

The feeling of my obvious hardness made her jolt, breaking the rhythm of her gentle rocking.

Her eyes met mine.

"Ara... Souta-kun... is this for me?" She whispered.

She deliberately shifted her hips again, a slow, grinding circle that made us both shudder. "It's so hard... you're getting this excited just from my milk?"

Her boldness sent a jolt straight through me. My hands tightened on her hips, encouraging her.

"Hikari-mama..."

"Shh... just drink." she said softly, her own breathing becoming more ragged.

She began to move with more purpose, her wetness seeping through our clothes as she rode the hard ridge of my cock.

"Does it feel good? Drinking from me while I rub myself on you like this... Mmh... you're making me so wet, Souta-kun..."

Her rhythm became frantic, her hips grinding in desperate, circular motions as her pleasure mounted. Her moans grew higher, more broken.

"Ah! Ah! I'm close... I'm so close...! I-I'm—! Haaah! S-Souta-kun!"

Her entire body went rigid, then convulsed in a powerful wave of pleasure, her inner muscles clenching around nothing as she climaxed, her milk still flowing softly into my mouth. She slumped forward, panting heavily against my shoulder, spent and trembling.

After a long moment, as our breathing began to calm, I gently pulled my lips from her nipple with a soft, final suck. I stroked her damp back.

"Hikari-san. Let's continue this in my room."