The dim alleyway reeked of damp brick and distant garbage, shadows clinging to the narrow space between towering buildings.

Seijirou pressed Haruka against the rough wall, his lips crashing into hers with urgent hunger.

Their kiss started soft, muffled by the need for silence—lips brushing, tongues flicking tentatively as footsteps echoed faintly from the street beyond. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Haruka’s face remained a mask of stoic calm, her wide eyes half-lidded, but her body betrayed her: fingers clutching his shirt, pulling him closer, hips shifting restlessly against his thigh.

Seijirou’s hands roamed her sides, sliding under her thin blouse to grip her waist as he broke the kiss just enough to whisper,

"Try and keep quiet, Haruka. Anyone could walk by."

She nodded, her breath hot against his neck, but her eyes sparkled with that subtle gleam—expectation flickering like a hidden flame.

Despite her emotionless facade, her parted lips trembled, chasing his mouth for more.

He captured her lips again, deeper this time, tongue plunging in to taste her sweetness.

His hand dipped lower, fingers hooking into her skirt’s waistband, yanking it up over her thighs.

Haruka gasped softly into his mouth, the sound swallowed by their kiss as she spread her legs slightly, inviting him, her pussy already slick through her panties as his knuckles brushed the damp fabric.

Seijirou ground his hardening cock against her thigh, the bulge straining his pants.

"Oh, you’re wet already. It seems to me you like it outdoors." he murmured, voice barely audible.

Haruka’s cheeks flushed faintly, but her expression stayed neutral—only her quickening breaths and the way her nails dug into his shoulders revealed her eagerness.

She reached down, fumbling with his zipper, freeing his thick cock into the cool air as it throbbed in her palm, veins pulsing as she stroked it firmly, thumb circling the leaking tip.

He shoved her panties aside, fingers sliding through her soaked folds as Haruka bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, her walls clenching around his probing digits as he pushed two inside.

She pumped his cock faster, matching his rhythm, pre-cum slicking her hand.

The alley amplified every wet sound—the squelch of his fingers fucking her pussy, the soft slap of her fist on his shaft.

Just then, a distant laugh from passersby made them freeze, hearts pounding, but the thrill only heightened the heat.

Seijirou withdrew his fingers, smeared with her juices, and lifted her leg, hooking it over his hip.

Haruka’s eyes locked on his, that expectant glint intensifying as she guided his cock to her entrance.

Without hesitation, he thrust in with one swift motion, burying himself balls-deep in her tight heat.

She arched against the wall, mouth open in silent ecstasy, pussy gripping him like a vice.

He started pounding her, hips snapping forward in short, brutal strokes to keep it quick.

Each plunge stretched her walls, his cockhead battering her cervix as Haruka clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling whimpers as pleasure coiled tight in her core.

Her free hand clawed his back, urging him deeper, while Seijirou’s other hand kneaded her breast through her blouse, pinching her hard nipple until she shuddered.

The wall scraped her back with every thrust, but she didn’t care—her focus was on the cock splitting her open, the way it dragged along her sensitive spots.

Sweat beaded on Seijirou’s brow; he leaned in, sucking her neck lightly, teeth grazing to mark her without noise.

Haruka’s hips bucked to meet him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, chasing friction.

Tension built fast, the risk of discovery making every second electric.

Just then, motorcycle horn blared nearby, and they stilled, his cock twitching inside her, her pussy fluttering around him.

Once safe, he resumed, faster now, balls slapping her ass quietly.

"Gonna cum," he grunted low, feeling her tighten.

Haruka nodded frantically, her stoic mask cracking as her eyes rolled back as she came first, orgasm ripping through her silently—juices gushing down his shaft, coating his balls.

Her walls milked him relentlessly, pulling him over the edge as Seijirou buried his face in her shoulder, thrusting deep as ropes of hot cum flooded her pussy, spilling out around his cock with each pulse.

They panted together, bodies locked, his softening cock still plugging her full.

Slowly, he pulled out, cum dripping down her thigh.

After awhile, Haruka took out her handkerchief and wiped the cup trailing down her thigh and pussy.

Once done, she folded it neatly and put them inside her pockets before she straightened her skirt, her expression returning to blank calm, but her flushed skin and satisfied gaze lingered.

Seijirou zipped up, stealing one last kiss.

"We should go," he whispered.

She smiled faintly, expressive in her quiet way, and nodded, slipping back into the streets with him.

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Seijirou and Haruka stepped back into the sunlight of the main thoroughfare, the transition from the cool, shaded alleyway to the bright afternoon making them squint.

Haruka’s gait was slightly uneven, her legs feeling a bit like jelly after the intense "gratitude" she had just displayed, and her face remained a vibrant, lingering shade of pink.

She kept her head lowered, trying to adjust her skirt and compose her breathing, but the air of a woman who had just been thoroughly "handled" was hard to mask.

As they turned the corner to rejoin the flow of the village, they nearly collided with a familiar figure.

It was Toshi.

The handsome Mayor stood there, frozen, his hands stuffed into his suit pockets, looking around the streets until he turned towards them.

And instantly, his eyes widened in a mixture of confusion and dawning horror as he looked at Haruka’s flushed face, then at Seijirou’s satisfied expression, and finally at the dark, narrow mouth of the alleyway they had just exited.

"You are... Yuko-san’s daughter, right? Haruka-chan?" Toshi forced a smile, though it looked more like a grimace of extreme awkwardness as he cleared his throat, his eyes darting back to the alley. "What... what are you two doing in there? That alleyway over there, I believe it’s quite... dusty."

Seijirou didn’t miss a beat as he raised an eyebrow, his hazel eyes reflecting a mischievous glint as he looked the Mayor up and down. "I don’t see how that’s any of your business, but if you must know, we found a cat and chased after it there. You see, I’m a bit of a cat person, and the cat looked like it was desperate to be petted. So, I petted it. I petted it a lot, until it was finally satisfied."

"A... cat..." Toshi muttered, his voice trailing off.

He looked at Haruka again, noticing the way her eyes were slightly unfocused and her lips looked a bit swollen.

The excuse was paper-thin, but as the town’s highest official, he lacked the courage to call out their blatant lie, especially when the object in question is the daughter of his first love.

He eventually just shook his head, looking weary. "I see. Just... just be careful. Some cats, especially strays in these mountains, can be unpredictable. They like to scratch others if you get too close."

Seijirou shrugged, a sharp, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Yep. It’s a tragedy, really. Some cats are very particular. They’ll let a complete stranger pet them and purr for hours, while they would absolutely hiss and claw at their owner or anyone who thinks they have a claim on them. Honestly, it’s pitiful to watch a man try to tame a cat that wants nothing to do with him."

Haruka turned her gaze towards Seijirou, her expression remaining stoic, but her mind was reeling.

She had a very strong feeling that he wasn’t talking about felines anymore.

"Indeed. I had a cat like that once," Toshi nodded, his voice sounding hollow.

He seemed to take the metaphor as a personal strike, his shoulders slumping just a fraction.

Seijirou almost laughed out loud at the man’s obliviousness to the sheer disrespect in his tone. "Anyways, uncle, we’ll get going. We have a lot of ’sightseeing’ left to do. See you around."

He began to lead Haruka away, but before they could take three steps, Toshi called out to them, his voice sudden and desperate. "Wait!"

Seijirou and Haruka stopped, turning back with a synchronized, bored patience.

"I heard that... that Yuko-san seems to have broken up with her husband," Toshi said, his eyes searching Haruka’s face for any scrap of confirmation. "That they are officially separated. Is that... is that true?"

Seijirou’s expression shifted, the playful amusement vanishing and being replaced by a cold, territorial sharpness.

He stepped slightly in front of Haruka, his aura radiating a subtle, pressurized weight. "I believe that’s none of your business, is it, uncle? Her personal life aren’t matters for the local government to audit."

Toshi blinked, flinching back from the sudden intensity in Seijirou’s gaze and realized he had overstepped, his longing overriding his common sense.

He smiled wryly, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Yeah... yeah, you’re right. Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m the Mayor, I have a festival to run. I should... I should get going now."

With that, he turned and walked away, his steps heavy and lacking the confident energy he had displayed earlier.

He looked like a man who had spent twenty years waiting for a door to open, only to find that someone else had already changed the locks and moved in.

Seijirou sighed and shook his head, watching the man’s retreating back. "What a pitiful guy. He got NTRed twice, once by the husband almost twenty years ago, and now by me. Man, I couldn’t tolerate that. If I were him, I’d have either moved on or burned the mountain down by now."

Haruka adjusted her hair, her breathing finally returning to normal. "He is a man bound by his own nostalgia, Seijirou-sama. He loves a version of my mother that no longer exists. He doesn’t realize that the girl he knew died the day she left this town."

"Well, he’s lucky he’s just a pathetic pining lover and not a threat," Seijirou noted, his gaze drifting back up to the temple. "I don’t have much patience for ’uncles’ who look at my women like they’re lost property."

With that, he put his hands on her waist and lead her away.

"Anyway, with that out of the way, let’s go and look around this town that Yuko grew up with."