My love index is at its maximum.

With his back to her, Tsukasa Tazaki could hear the soft rustling sound of clothes rubbing against skin—a beautiful, heavenly sound.

Following the order of the sounds, she first untied her belt, then removed several ties, and her dress drooped limply to the ground, like a female elf shedding her outer shell.

Next, she took off her close-fitting shirt and leggings, one piece at a time, until soon she was only wearing sexy lingerie.

The skilled hunter meticulously set up the scene, waiting only for the adorable prey to arrive.

Tsukasa Tazaki poured two glasses of wine and turned around.

The kitchen was dark, with only a faint white light from the lamp.

The way Shimamoto Kana sat on the dressing table with her hair down looked just like the languid posture of a noblewoman preparing for a bath in the past.

"It's so beautiful," Tsukasa Tazaki murmured, gazing at the serene scene.

His wife's graceful figure was exposed before him, and the breeze blowing in from the window gently ruffled her hair, making her complexion even more rosy and alluring.

Her snow-white skin and black hair complemented each other, completely erasing any sense of purity and leaving only a strong allure.

"Close the window," Kana Shimamoto said softly, shrinking into herself. "It's cold."

"immediately!"

Tsukasa Tazaki placed two glasses of wine next to her buttocks and closed the window.

As a result, only soft lighting remained in the kitchen, making Shimamoto Kana's already fair skin appear even more flawless and translucent, like a white wax sculpture.

Returning to the dressing table, Tsukasa Tazaki grasped Kana Shimamoto's hand.

Kana Shimamoto obediently complied, whispering, "Don't try anything too fancy, I don't want those two little ones to notice."

"It's difficult, after all, your wife is so alluring..."

Tazaki Tsukasa exclaimed in admiration and gently placed his hand on her smooth abdomen.

"How does she compare to Sakura?" Shimamoto Kana asked with a smile, her deep-set eyes full of mischievous teasing.

Why bring this up?

"During dinner just now, did you do something naughty to Sakura under the table?"

"Oh, how did you know, Madam?"

"How could Madam not know that Sakura looked both ashamed and angry?"

"I originally thought it was Shiori."

Tazaki Tsukasa couldn't help but smile and recounted what had happened under the table.

“In the past, Sakura would definitely have gotten angry with you.” Shimamoto Kana took a small sip of brandy. “But now she just silently endures it. It seems that it won’t be long before she’s calling me ‘older sister’ in bed.”

"You still think about that?" Tsukasa Tazaki said, somewhat embarrassed. "I just said it casually back then, I didn't expect it to come true."

"Your wife is petty too."

Kana Shimamoto sipped her brandy, looking completely innocent and carefree.

"Where are you being petty?"

"Of course, the fewer sisters in the harem, the better. But if there are inevitably more people, there must be an order of seniority. I came early, so I should be the older sister."

The image of her alluring body, clad only in underwear, sitting elegantly on the dressing table is as striking as a fine ukiyo-e print.

Tsukasa Tazaki stood in front of her, his hands on her waist: "I'd like to have a drink too."

"Open your mouth!"

Kana Shimamoto took a sip of brandy, bent down, and leaned in to kiss him.

Surrounded by the sound of rain and her rich fragrance, Tsukasa Tazaki suddenly felt as if this small patch of space was isolated from everything in reality, floating in a dream world.

During the kiss, it seemed as if two completely different thoughts resided within Kana Shimamoto's body.

One type is the mature, rational, gentle, and quiet Shimamoto-sensei, who can calmly handle anything; the other is the bold and passionate Mrs. Tazaki, whose body is filled with irresistible emotions that surge and expand.

A dignified and quiet woman who becomes infatuated can be captivating; but a woman who is already infatuated will find no charm no matter how much infatuated she becomes.

The reason why Tsukasa Tazaki liked her so much was that she possessed both the gentle and reserved classical charm of a traditional woman and an unreserved flirtatiousness. Her elegant temperament revealed the captivating charm of a mature woman, making her irresistible.

Their lips parted briefly, and the two clung tightly together, each aware of the other's movements.

The burning sensation of brandy lingered in Tsukasa Tazaki's throat.

Kana Shimamoto took a few quick breaths.

Having just drunk alcohol, the subsequent kiss left her slightly breathless, her cheeks and neck turning a little red.

A beautiful woman with hazy, dreamy eyes, exuding charm and allure.

"I don't want to leave here," Shimamoto Kana said with a hint of melancholy.

Tazaki Tsukasa looked at her round face: "Aren't you going back to Tokyo?"

"correct."

"Stay here?"

"With you here, it's much happier here than in Tokyo."

Tsukasa Tazaki laughed, ignoring the comment.

Silently looking down at him, Kana Shimamoto murmured to herself, "This is impossible, isn't it?"

“First of all, it’s not impossible!” Tsukasa Tazaki whispered in her ear. “If you want to stay here, madam, of course you can. I’ll take care of everything else.”

As he said this, he leaned forward slightly and looked at Kana Shimamoto's expression.

Kana Shimamoto shuddered suddenly, but remained silent.

“However, I can guarantee that I’ll be back soon,” Tsukasa Tazaki said earnestly.

Hearing this, Shimamoto Kana stopped dwelling on what she had just said.

While looking down at Tsukasa Tazaki's movements, she placed the arm holding the wine glass to her lips, taking a sip of wine with a very authentic and graceful posture. The wine in the glass trembled with the trembling of her wrist.

"Ugh... I can't go home for two days."

"Staying for a week is no problem."

"No, I'm worried about my cat."

"What's wrong with Mei?"

"It was listless when I went out, I don't know what's wrong."

In an instant, the scene of her feeding the cat alone flashed through Tsukasa Tazaki's mind, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of pity.

"Won't it go hungry if no one's home for two days?"

“I opened a can of cat food for it before I left, it won’t go hungry.” After saying that, Shimamoto Kana frowned and looked at him: “What are you doing? Just talk, why did you stop?”

Noticing her dissatisfaction, Tsukasa Tazaki suddenly had the urge to tease her, and relaxed a little.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked.

Kana Shimamoto remained silent, glaring at him angrily.

This question is just making trouble out of nothing.

My reaction was obvious enough, but his question was clearly meant to threaten me into saying something embarrassing.

"I won't let you have your way..." Shimamoto Kana gently buried her face in his shoulder, not letting him see her expression.

The answer is definitely yes, but it's just that she's ashamed to say it out loud. Maybe she'll be alone in her room for another two months, while he's happily complaining about being here. It's just that the rebellious emotions in her heart are at play.

The more she avoided it, the more Tsukasa Tazaki wanted her to say it.

"Do you like it?" he then asked.

This is a question that is obviously asked without knowing the answer.

If I didn't like it, why would I have traveled all the way from Tokyo to this remote sanatorium!

Tsukasa Tazaki pressed on, "Please say something, madam."

This time, Shimamoto Kana looked up and glared at him angrily, then quickly replied, "I don't like it."

Seeing her stubborn expression like a little girl, Tsukasa Tazaki felt that his wife was very innocent and cute, and couldn't help but put his arms around her waist again.

"I hate it! I hate it!"

Kana Shimamoto patted his head a few times haphazardly, then eagerly hugged him tightly.

There was no space between their bodies, not even for the light from the lamp, the raindrops from the exhaust fan, or the air in the room.

Kissing and hugging felt like they were melting each other.

……

I came out of the kitchen around 1 p.m.

"I'm going to take a shower. You wait for me here."

Kana Shimamoto took out a change of clothes from her luggage and headed to the bathroom.

As you walk, you leave damp spots on the floor, like signposts left by a beautiful fairy. The sound of running water comes from the bathroom, mingling with the patter of rain outside the window, creating a particularly relaxing atmosphere.

Following her instructions, Tsukasa Tazaki sat on the sofa and waited.

On the table was a copy of "In Search of Lost Time," which he had been reading countless times in recent days. He picked it up casually and started flipping through it, but the lingering feeling from earlier made him feel listless and unable to concentrate at all.

Close the book and put it away.

Tsukasa Tazaki leaned back on the sofa, stretched out his legs, and looked out the window at the gloomy, rainy day.

As he quietly watched the rain, he recalled Shimamoto Kana's pure white, shy body and couldn't help but reminisce about how the two of them had met.

Our first meeting took place, naturally, in the school library.

At first glance, this classically beautiful woman left a deep impression on him. Her face was small and round, which was endearing. Her figure was slender and well-proportioned. Wearing a tube skirt suit, she appeared poised and elegant.

His exact age is unknown, but he looks very young.

As they talked more, Tazaki Tsukasa's feelings for her grew stronger.

She is the kind of woman who can touch people's hearts the most.

A woman who is poised, serene, considerate, humorous, always elegantly dressed, and speaks with refinement—who wouldn't like her?