Chapter 99: Wine-Slicked Breasts [R-18]

Kitahara Chiki took a car back down to the apartment building. Before he even went upstairs, he happened to bump into Hayami Rina, who was dragging a suitcase out of the elevator.

He stepped forward to take the suitcase and carried it over to the car parked not far outside.

"Rina-nee, thank you for your hard work. Are there still many things left? I’ll help you pack."

Kitahara said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He had been quite busy these past few days and barely stayed at home. Moving was quite a hassle, and because he hadn’t been able to share the load, all these heavy burdens fell onto Hayami Rina’s shoulders.

He felt really bad about it.

"No need, everything is almost packed up. Kitahara-kun can just focus on his own matters; there’s no need to worry about this."

Hayami Rina wiped away the fine beads of sweat trickling from her forehead and refused with a smile.

In Japan, full-time housewives didn’t like their husbands meddling in household chores. Doing it once in a while was fine, but frequent interference could easily cause unnecessary trouble.

To them, managing household affairs was a very important and professional job, and the home was their exclusive "office."

Every day starting from early morning, they were busy with various tedious yet crucial tasks, such as preparing nutritionally balanced breakfasts, seeing the kids off to school, cleaning the rooms, washing clothes, and so on.

These tasks seemed simple, but were actually complex, requiring a lot of time and energy, with every detail needing careful attention.

When a husband suddenly stepped in to do housework, full-time housewives might easily start doubting themselves: Is it because I didn’t do it perfectly enough? Could my ability be insufficient for this ’profession’?

Therefore, Hayami Rina hoped Kitahara would respect her dominant role in housework and try to avoid over-interfering.

Including this move.

Because this move wasn’t complex—it was just simply taking some odds and ends along, like clothes and everyday small items. There were no large pieces of furniture.

Hayami Rina believed she could handle it herself.

Kitahara Chiki had been in this world for a while now and had gained some understanding of local social habits.

Hearing Hayami Rina say this, he naturally understood the meaning behind her words. In fact, she had said so more than once.

It was just that Kitahara still hadn’t corrected this bad habit of his.

Dammit, it’s all the fault of those toxic influences from the women in my past life!

"I just felt that Rina-nee was working too hard and wanted to help you out, that’s all."

"Kitahara-kun really is far too thoughtful. But there’s really no need. Speaking of working hard, Kitahara-kun is the one who is hard at work—you are the one supporting this whole family!"

"Haha, Rina-nee has contributed a lot too."

Kitahara reached out and gently helped Hayami Rina adjust her lovely hair, full of affection and care.

This made Hayami Rina feel deeply cherished, a happy smile emerging on her face. Since they were out on the street, this intimate gesture also made her feel a bit shy.

Her cheeks blushed slightly.

"By the way, Kitahara-kun, you’ve been really busy these past few days, always going out. What have you been busy with? Did things go smoothly?" Hayami Rina asked with concern.

"It went alright. I just settled the sale of the adaptation rights for one of my novels. A company wants to adapt my novel into an anime..."

"Sugoi! You’re so amazing, Kitahara-kun!..."

...

There really wasn’t much left to move.

Most of the things in the apartment here were basically left behind, left as they were for the time being to be dealt with slowly later.

As for the place Kitahara Chiki had been renting, he had even fewer belongings of his own. The furniture and everything belonged to the landlord; only some clothes, books, manuscripts, and toiletries were his own.

He had gradually cleared those out over the past few days and handed the apartment back.

After a long while, Kitahara got into the car and took one last glance back at the familiar apartment building.

Having lived here for so long, now that he was leaving, he definitely wouldn’t have many chances to come back regularly. He felt quite reluctant to part with it.

He was a rather nostalgic person.

Here, he held many beautiful and precious memories.

He still remembered a certain late night when Hayami Rina gently and thoughtfully gave him a massage.

Aya-chan’s cheerful, dangling feet as she watched television.

The lively scene of the family of three enjoying a sumptuous dinner together.

Especially in that cozy bedroom, how many nights had he and Hayami Rina snuggled up together, opening their hearts to each other as their feelings for one another grew deeper and deeper...

However, all of that was now in the past tense. Even though those memories remained vividly clear, as if they had just happened yesterday.

Time, after all, flowed past relentlessly, freezing them forever in the days gone by.

The car started up and moved forward along the road.

Ahead lay an even better life...

Inside the single-family house (Ikkodate), it now possessed a rich sense of everyday life, feeling exceptionally exquisite and warm.

Hayami Rina had already prepared plenty of ingredients in advance. As soon as they returned, she tied on an apron and busied herself in the kitchen.

She was going to make an extraordinarily lavish dinner to celebrate today’s housewarming.

Kitahara naturally didn’t interfere. He leisurely watched TV for a while, took a rest, and then went up to the second floor to write.

Immersed in his creative work, he didn’t know how much time had passed when Aya-chan’s cheerful laughter came from nearby. Shortly after, there were two soft knocks at the door—"tap, tap."

"Kitahara-oniichan, can I come in?"

The door wasn’t closed. Aya-chan was very polite and stood obediently outside the door to ask.

She must have been instructed by her mother beforehand not to enter Kitahara’s study freely and disturb his writing.

Kitahara set down the fountain pen in his hand and waved with a smile.

Aya-chan ran in quickly, her crisp, melodious laughter sounding like silver bells filling the room once again.

"Giggle~ Kitahara-oniichan is the best! I knew you’d let me in."

"Kitahara-oniichan, I love this house so much! Are we really going to live here every day from now on? That would be so blissful!"

"Kitahara-oniichan, can you sleep holding me tonight? I like the scent on you."

A child’s happiness often came in the purest and simplest forms.

For them, having a warm home and parents who loved and protected them was the greatest satisfaction.

Once, Aya-chan’s family was incomplete, and she lacked love. The arrival of Kitahara Chiki had held up a sky for her and built a safe harbor.

It allowed her to gain a full sense of happiness and security.

Therefore, Aya loved Kitahara very much.

This kind of affection wasn’t like that for a biological father—that kind was overly deep and stern. Her affection for Kitahara was relaxed, joyful, and uninhibited.

This sentiment was immensely precious.

In the evening, all the lights in the living room were turned on, making it as bright as day.

The dining table was filled with exquisite dishes that gave off an inviting aroma, which the family of three enjoyed to their heart’s content.

...

After Aya ran off to watch television, only Kitahara and Rina remained in the room.

Hayami Rina suddenly spoke up, her cheeks turning slightly red. "Kitahara-kun... please close your eyes for a moment."

Kitahara immediately understood what she was planning. She had promised to prepare a special gift for him to celebrate moving into the new house, and it seemed she was finally ready to present it. His mood brightened as he obediently closed his eyes, anticipation filling his heart!

He then slowly slid his hand down to her buttocks and began kneading them.

Hayami Rina was stimulated beyond endurance, a glint of lust flashing in her eyes, but she still asked in a trembling voice: "Aya-chan is in the living room... is it okay to do this...?"

Kitahara only grew even more aroused. He bit her ear and said: "Little Aya-chan is completely absorbed in her robot cat cartoons right now... Rina-nee, don’t worry, I’ll make it quick!"

With that, he pushed her down onto the table, and Rina’s large buttocks immediately bounced upward!

Kitahara hiked up her skirt, then released his monster and thrust hard right away!

Rina covered her mouth, trying to suppress her moans of pleasure, the powerful thrust knocked over a glass of wine, spilling it across her chest, revealing her breasts and her stiff, firm nipples beneath her clothes!

Kitahara gazed at her, mesmerized, and immediately changed positions — he had her lie on the table, then began licking up the taste of the wine mingled with the deeply feminine scent of her skin.

Rina moaned in utter bliss with each of his thrusts, beginning to relax her whole body, letting him enjoy her body to the fullest...