Hi guys, I'm sorry that I didn't post all this time, the practice at the institute took a couple of months, and I'm also drawing illustrations for future fanfiction by Kaichou wa maid sama, but in the meantime, enjoy a small chapter, I'll try not to linger any longer, thank you for reading me
Misaki could not come to her senses, after the recent "activity" with Takumi. Her heart flutters as if in the lower abdomen, her temples broke out with sweat, and her breath shuddered as if she had swallowed thin air. Trying to regain their composure as much as possible in their situation, the wife leaned against the cool marble wall of the room, barely holding on and trying not to slide flat on the floor. Covering her eyelids, the girl tried to distract herself from the situation, but her excitement, and the hoarse breathing of her husband, who was nearby, did not help.
Finally, recovering a little and regaining her breath, the brunette began to perceive reality again. The first thing she felt was a warm liquid that was still flowing down her milky hands, almost merging in color with them. Trying to calm her newly pounding heart, Mrs. Usui walked on swaying legs to the marble sink to wash away all traces of their interaction with each other. The sound of the water broke the silence, heavy and pressing on the souls of the spouses, at the same time washing away the awkwardness that had arisen between them. The blond guy cleared his throat first:
- How are you feeling? Well ... After what happened, - Takumi seemed to lack air in his lungs, preventing him from uttering the last words loudly, unfortunately, or fortunately, his wife heard everything clearly:
- I'm not sure, but it seems normal ... At least and I don't know if after such a thing it's possible to say that you feel good, - a hysterical laugh escaped her throat, - But ... Nevertheless, it seems to me that something has changed inside me, not physically, but rather mentally ... I don't know how this can even be.
At the end of the dialogue, Misaki went into herself again. Dealing with her feelings alone with herself was her favorite thing, but it was clearly out of place now. Remembering the place where they are in time, Takumi finished putting himself in order. Now it remained to take them both out of here unnoticed, because there was no question of the appropriateness of occupying someone else's toilet for such things...
Taking the arm of his wife, who had not yet left the world of dreams and thoughts, the guy opened the door to the corridor: there was silence, diluted only by the dull thudding and barely audible melody of music, coupled with the clink of glasses coming from the banquet hall. The couple felt like criminals trying to escape unnoticed under cover of darkness, and the rich environment only reinforced their position.
To the left of the washroom, someone chuckled softly. Judging by the sound, it was definitely a man, the brunette noted to herself. Immediately there were sounds, the sharp clack of heels on the marble floor, followed by a guttural, and a mocking voice:
- And you are still quite mischievous, Takumi, arranging this in my water closet. You could have asked for a room at least for the sake of decency. Or were both of you were so obsessed with each other that you could not bear it in any way? - a blond man with yellow, poisonous, grinning eyes came out of the darkness, his state burning through the couple standing opposite him.