Soon, we reached the beautiful private spot Haruna had already booked for us.

A large, soft mat was neatly spread beneath a magnificent old cherry blossom tree, its branches heavy with pink blossoms. Petals fell continuously like soft pink snow, gently covering the mat and our matching black-and-gold kimonos.

The air was thick with the sweet, fleeting scent of the flowers, mingling with the warmth of the afternoon sun. Each step we took on the grass felt like walking through a dream, the earth beneath us yielding slightly as if the world itself were holding its breath to witness this moment.

We all sat together. I turned to Kasumi, who was sitting right beside me, and gently placed my hand on her forehead, my palm lingering against her smooth, warm skin. Her hair, soft as silk, brushed against my wrist as she leaned into my touch.

"Oka-san, you don’t have a fever anymore?" I asked softly, my thumb brushing lightly over her temple. The warmth of her skin seeped into me, sending a shiver down my spine.

Kasumi smiled warmly and leaned into my touch. "I’m fine now, Jack. After the medicine and that warm soup you helped me with... I feel much better." Her voice was gentle, full of affection as she looked at me.

The way her eyes crinkled at the corners made my chest tighten. She tilted her head slightly, inviting me to continue, and I let my fingers trail down her cheek for a moment longer than necessary. The simple touch made her cheeks flush slightly, her breath hitching almost imperceptibly.

Tomiko unpacked the delicious food and drinks she had prepared, and we all ate together under the falling petals, chatting and laughing.

The atmosphere felt warm and loving on the surface, but the hidden tension and desire between us kept simmering.

I could feel Kasumi’s leg brushing against mine beneath the mat, her thigh pressing gently into my side as she leaned closer to me, her presence a constant hum of unspoken yearning.

After we finished eating, Kasumi stood up gracefully, brushing a few petals from her kimono. "I’ll go to the washroom quickly. I’ll be right back." She turned toward the path, but before she could take more than two steps, my hand shot out to grip her wrist.

"I’ll go with you," I said, my voice low and firm. The park was crowded, and many people nearby were already drunk, laughing loudly, or passed out on the grass. "There are too many drunk men here."

Tomiko nodded in agreement. "Sister, Jack is right. Let him go with you to keep you safe."

Kasumi smiled softly, a hint of shyness in her eyes. "Okay... thank you, Jack."

We walked side by side along the petal-covered path, the world around us a blur of color and sound.

A group of drunkards nearby spotted Kasumi’s elegant beauty and started approaching with leering grins, clearly intending to harass her. But the moment they saw me walking protectively beside her—tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating an unspoken authority—they hesitated, muttered under their breath, and backed off.

One of them, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, let out a low, slurred chuckle as he stumbled closer. His voice was thick with drink and lechery. "She’s got the kind of body that makes a man forget his own name... those hips, that neck—" He leaned in, his breath reeking of sake and tobacco, "I’d tie her up just to feel her move."

Kasumi froze completely, her cheeks exploding into a deep, burning red. She instinctively grabbed my sleeve tightly, her fingers trembling. The drunkard’s words hung in the air like a taunt, his gaze lingering on her silhouette as if he could peel away the silk of her kimono with his eyes.

"Her skin’s like porcelain," he continued, slurring slightly. "I’d kiss it until it’s red... then bite it."

The words sent a shiver down Kasumi’s spine. She took a sharp breath, her body trembling as if the drunkard’s voice had carved itself into her flesh. The scent of cherry blossoms and something sweeter—her own fragrance—filled my lungs as I pulled her closer, my fingers tangling in the silk of her kimono.

"She’s got the kind of eyes that make a man want to die," the drunkard muttered, his voice fading into the night. "I’d let her kill me... just to feel it."

Kasumi turned to me, her breath unsteady, her lips slightly parted. The weight of the drunkard’s words lingered in the air between us, a silent promise that we were both ready to be devoured.

Kasumi noticed everything. Her gaze toward me became even softer and kinder. She moved closer, pressing her body against my side. Her soft, full breast rubbed gently against my arm with every step, the fabric of her kimono clinging to her curves like a second skin.

"You’re always protecting me..." she whispered warmly, looking up at me with grateful eyes. "It makes me feel so safe... and a little spoiled. Thank you, Jack."

I smiled and replied, "I don’t want anything to happen to you, Oka-san."

As we got closer to the public washroom area, we both suddenly stopped. From inside one of the stalls came loud, shameless, and very raw sounds of sex.

A woman’s voice rose in a high, trembling wail: "Ahhh—! Fuck! Harder! Fuck my pussy harder—!!" The man grunted like an animal, his voice rough and guttural. "Take it, you dirty slut! You like getting fucked in a public toilet like a whore, don’t you?"

"Yes! Yes—! I’m your public toilet whore—! Aaaahhh—! Your cock is so deep—! I’m gonna cum again—!!" The wet, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin echoed loudly—clap-clap-clap-clap—mixed with the woman’s broken, high-pitched moans and the man’s filthy, dirty talk.

"Fuck, your cunt is gripping me so tight! You’re such a nasty bitch, moaning like this where anyone can hear you!"

"Mmmph—! I can’t help it—! Your cock feels too good—! Don’t stop—! Fill me up—! Breed my dirty pussy—!!"

Kasumi froze completely, her cheeks exploding into a deep, burning red. She instinctively grabbed my sleeve tightly, her fingers trembling. The loud, vulgar moans and dirty talk continued pouring out of the washroom without shame.

"Slap my ass! Harder—! Yes—! I’m cumming—! I’m cumming on your cock—!!" The woman’s orgasmic scream was so loud it echoed through the area.

Kasumi’s breathing grew heavier. She pressed her body even closer to mine, clearly embarrassed but unable to hide the way her thighs squeezed together under her kimono.

"Oh my god..." she whispered, voice shaky and barely audible. "They’re... they’re really going at it so loudly... in a public place like this..."

Another loud moan rang out.

"Turn around, slut. I’m gonna fuck your ass now—!"

"No—! Wait—! It’s too big! Aaaahhh—! It’s going in! You’re stretching my asshole—!! Fuck—! It hurts so good—!!"

Kasumi’s blush deepened even more. She bit her lower lip hard, her eyes glossy with a mix of embarrassment and undeniable arousal. Her hand on my sleeve tightened as another series of loud, wet slapping sounds and desperate moans filled the air.

"Deeper—! Destroy my shithole—! I’m your anal whore—! Cum inside my ass—!!"