Reiko's Resolve
The moment Reiko got home from work, she stripped off her outer clothes and flopped onto the bed. Then, face twisted into a sulk, she started pounding the mattress with both fists.
"She's incredibly pretty…? Incredibly pretty?!"
She wanted to argue with what Kenji had said—but even Reiko, who had known him for years, had rarely ever seen that look on his face.
"How can you say something like that with a smile like that, Director…?"
Kenji had looked genuinely happy. The sight of it left a tight, restless ache in her chest, and a pointless anxiety started to gnaw at her.
"…I liked him first."
She had first met the man named Sato Kenji back in university. He had seemed casually kind, warm without being pushy, friendly to everyone yet always careful to keep proper boundaries—someone she could trust.
As the time they spent together piled up, one day Reiko realized she had already fallen for him.
The Kenji she had watched for so long was not a man who gave his heart away easily. Even so, she had held onto the hope that someday he might notice her feelings, and she had been expressing them in her own quiet, hesitant way.
And then, out of nowhere, some mysterious beauty shows up and moves in with him? He cooks for her, drops by the house every lunch break, even frets over her.
No matter how pretty the woman was, did that really justify going that far?
"What, am I that much of a disappointment?"
Reiko sat bolt upright, peeled off her clothes, and walked over to the full-length mirror.
Her brown hair had been carefully tied up into a messy bun that morning, but the hours had loosened it. Stray strands stuck out every which way.
This is fine. In front of Kenji I'm always put together.
Her skin was flawlessly smooth. Her breasts were heavy, her waist narrow. At least that much she could be confident about. Her hips looked firm and springy, too.
Having only ever had eyes for Kenji, her complete lack of experience with men was a flaw—but she vaguely remembered hearing that guys liked virgins.
"And my nipples are this pretty pink…"
Reiko cupped her full breasts in both hands and lifted them. She kneaded the soft flesh playfully between her fingers, then flicked a nipple with her fingertip.
"Hnn—!"
A sharp tingle raced from her chest through her whole body. But it still wasn't enough.
She squeezed hard, and soft fat bulged out between her fingers. She focused on the peaked tips, crushing them deliberately.
Goosebumps prickled over her skin as an electric rush of pleasure left her breasts aching and hot. Her nipples stood out sharply, as if insisting on being noticed.
"Haa… I really wasn't planning on doing this today."
Something inside her had flipped on all at once. The lewd reflection staring back at her only stoked the fire higher.
Glancing at the mirror, Reiko traced slow circles around her nipples with her fingertips. Even the lightest brush sent a shiver down her spine.
The face in the glass grew steadily redder. Her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted around ragged breaths.
"Mmnh…"
Those hesitant fingers grew bolder, greedier for pleasure. She rolled a nipple between them, then pinched it lightly.
Her knees trembled. The center of her panties began to dampen, bit by bit. Her entire chest burned hot.
"Churp— bleeh."
She gathered saliva in her mouth and let it trail thickly down over her breasts. Spreading the spit evenly over her nipples left them glossy. The moment she pinched those slick peaks again, her back arched hard.
"Haaang!"
Her legs gave out. She caught herself against the mirror, and through tear-blurred eyes she could see herself clearly—writhing in pleasure.
Her rough breathing fogged the glass, then cleared, then fogged again. Her pale shoulders and collarbones gleamed with sweat.
"More… more…"
She murmured it in a voice that was half a gasp. Her hands moved faster. The reactions in the mirror grew wilder.
It almost felt as if the Reiko inside the glass and the Reiko outside it were two separate people—and yet every time her fingers moved, the pleasure that shot through her proved they were one and the same.
A thin trail of wetness slid down her inner thigh. She hooked her fingers into her soaked panties and yanked them all the way to her ankles in one motion.
Splat.
The wet sound laid bare exactly how aroused she was, and Reiko's face went scarlet.
I seriously get way too wet. It's a problem.
She hadn't even properly come yet, and already her panties were ruined. Looking down, she found a small puddle of her own fluids already forming on the floor.
Reiko bit her lip lightly, sank down onto the floor, and spread her legs. The cooling wetness was cold against her skin—but knowing it was hers only excited her more.
She carefully slipped her index finger into her obscenely twitching pussy.
"…!!"
That alone made Reiko's body shudder through a light climax. But her eyes were still burning.
Squish, squish, squish, squish!
Her finger pumped rapidly in and out. Each time she pulled free, the clinging inner walls stretched stickily after it before letting go. When she thrust back in deep, the juices pooled inside her were forced out around her finger.
"Haa… ngh, aaahn…! Hn, ooh…!"
Sharp spikes of pleasure raced up her spine and blanked out her mind. With every stroke of her finger, Reiko came in small, helpless waves.
But she didn't stop. Not when a far greater climax was building just ahead.
With her other hand she mauled her breasts, squeezing hard, while she fucked herself roughly with her fingers. At some point she had worked a second finger inside.
Her body wanted something thicker—but three fingers risked tearing her hymen. That virginity was meant for Kenji. She had to protect it no matter what.
"Kenji… Kenjiiii…!"
Her breathing grew harsher still. Reiko spread her legs wider, then wider, until she simply lay back flat on the floor.
Deep in her lower belly, something scorching was rising. She was afraid she might break apart completely—but she couldn't stop her fingers.
Faster. Harder. She drove herself toward that final moment.
"…!"
In that instant, her entire body locked rigid. The world went white. All she could hear was the thunder of her own heartbeat.
And then—
"Haaaaaang!"
Fwoosh! Fwoosh!
Warm liquid erupted from her pussy in a fountain. Her knees snapped together, then fell open, again and again. But the storm of climax refused to end.
"Coming… guuuh…! I'm coming and it won't stop…!"
Fwoosh!
Another jet of squirt splattered across the full-length mirror. Overwhelming pleasure left her hips trembling in midair. It felt as if her mind were burning pure white.
The last of the fluid inside her trickled free, and her shaking body gradually settled.
"Haa… haa…"
Even catching her breath took time. Residual aftershocks still made her hips twitch in intermittent spasms.
Once her head had cleared a little, she felt calmer than before.
It's not like the Director has gotten that close to this Hikaru woman yet.
Deep relationships took time by necessity. Anything that grew close too suddenly was bound to be fragile somewhere.
By contrast, Reiko had known Kenji for more than five years. It was far too early to give up.
"Hikaru…"
Reiko tasted the name quietly under her breath.
That wound on the woman's side. It was clearly a stab wound from a blade. Nothing ordinary could have made it.
If she'd been attacked by some thug, the police should have been called immediately—but neither Kenji nor Hikaru had done so. Which meant Kenji knew something, too.
And those calluses on her palms, and the old scars. Those weren't an ordinary person's hands.
Reiko stared up at the ceiling. Stories her father used to tell her drifted back unbidden. Just from where the calluses sat on a person's palm, you could tell what kind of weapon they used.
Her father would have taken one look at Hikaru's hands and known exactly what she was. But ever since Reiko had decided to live a life different from his, she had deliberately turned away from that kind of knowledge.
So she lacked the skill to read those signs properly.
Hikaru… I feel like I've heard that somewhere before.
The name wasn't unfamiliar. Hikaru itself wasn't that rare a name, but something about it left a strange sense of dissonance. Even her face felt oddly familiar.
A faint childhood memory of someone she might have passed somewhere tried to surface—but it never quite came into focus.
"Ah, whatever."
What mattered wasn't Hikaru. It was her relationship with Kenji. She had been far too complacent, assuming she had no competition.
Only the woman with courage got the handsome man. From now on, she would approach Kenji more aggressively.
I'll claim the Director for myself before his relationship with Hikaru can go any deeper.
Reiko set her jaw with a look of fierce resolve.
"Y-you… are you serious about that…?"
Hikaru asked, her face flushed a vivid red. I nodded with clinical calm.
"It's been far too long since you last bathed. We have to prevent infection—there's no choice. Besides, don't you feel grimy yourself?"
"Well, yes, but… how am I supposed to take my clothes off in front of you…"
"I'm just as embarrassed, you know. For the places that would be awkward for me to wash, you can handle those yourself. I'll only do your back and the wound sites—the spots you can't easily reach. So."
I smiled gently and held up the towel I'd already dampened.
"Hurry up and undress."