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After years of hard work, Lucian believed sleeping was the happiest thing, followed by slacking off. On the contrary, working and overtime were the worst.
After returning, Lucian had been staying home these days.
Today was the day Silence Suzuka returned. He got up early, dressed up, and drove to the airport for the rendezvous.
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Arriving at the agreed spot, Lucian scanned around half a circle, finally locking his gaze straight ahead.
She was wrapped in a brown scarf, a thick gray sweater over a yellow plaid skirt. Below that were fair thighs, cinched by thigh-high black stockings that pinched a ring of pale flesh.
Her head of orange long hair was strikingly eye-catching; Lucian spotted her almost at once.
"Suzuka." Lucian walked over and took her suitcase.
But Silence Suzuka hooked her arm through his, burrowing into his embrace, greedily inhaling the long-missed scent. "Lucian-kun, long time no see."
Lucian leaned down to hug her. "Let's go. First, take you back to drop off the luggage."
"Mm."
Silence Suzuka held his hand, following beside Lucian, unable to stop stealing glances at his profile.
Lucian-kun.... even more handsome now.
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Entering the sparsely populated underground parking lot, Silence Suzuka started getting restless.
Lucian gripped Silence Suzuka's hand tightly, mindful of the few passersby, and cleared his throat twice. "Don't mess around."
Silence Suzuka interlaced their fingers and poked at Lucian's thigh with her fingers.
She knew there were cameras here, but she just couldn't help it.
"Kiss first." Silence Suzuka pulled Lucian to a stop.
"Just one kiss, okay? After kissing, you have to behave." Lucian's gaze pointed at her hand as a warning.
Silence Suzuka placed her hands on Lucian's shoulders, tiptoed, and kissed him.
The long separation made the intimate act of kissing feel unfamiliar to Silence Suzuka in practice.
But she didn't care anymore, acting like a desert traveler spotting an oasis, drinking greedily gulp after gulp.
A passerby walked by; Silence Suzuka, with her back turned, was unaffected, but Lucian felt a bit embarrassed and had to pull away. "Suzuka, let's go home first, okay?"
Silence Suzuka licked her lips once. "Mm."
She said that, but after sitting in the passenger seat, she started troubling Lucian again.
She turned toward Lucian, draping her long legs over his lap.
"Suzuka, I'm driving." Lucian tugged at the elastic black stockings, slapped her thigh once, then gently stroked up and down for a while.
"Then don't let Lucian-kun play?"
"Emmm..." Lucian stroked both hands up. "Just one more squeeze and we'll go."
Silence Suzuka suddenly leaned closer. "Lucian-kun, in the time I was away, did something happen again?"
"Ah, lots of interesting things did happen." Lucian said vaguely.
"Lucian-kun, you know that's not what I mean... Won't even tell me?" Silence Suzuka's downcast eyes held a touch of sorrow.
"I'll tell, I'll tell." Lucian surrendered instantly. "With Teio, and... Spe-chan."
Silence Suzuka furrowed her brows. She could understand Special Week, but where did Tokai Teio come from?
"Teio? You're sure it's not..." Thinking Lucian had no right to mess around, Silence Suzuka immediately shut her mouth.
"When did things start with Teio? Don't tell me it was during those days you went to her house, and you two fell in love or something..."
"Teio's story is a long one. I'll keep it short." For Silence Suzuka, who had facilitated his thing with Seiun Sky, Lucian didn't want to hide most things from her.
He recounted the events from a few days ago at Tokai Teio's house to Silence Suzuka.
"That's how it went. Deeply rooted feelings? But I didn't notice it myself."
After hearing, Silence Suzuka wasn't surprised at all. "Lucian-kun, I think I can understand Teio's behavior."
"Huh?"
"Because when Seiun was getting close to Lucian-kun before, I had similar thoughts—lock Lucian-kun up, and he couldn't run away."
Lucian swallowed. "Is it too late to be scared now?"
"Too late. It's all Lucian-kun's own doing." Silence Suzuka crawled toward the driver's seat. After a rustling sound, she sat on Lucian's lap.
"Aren't you concerned if I suffered those days?"
She glanced at him but didn't stop. "Why not worry if Teio suffered?"
"You're amazing... Why climb up? I need to drive." Lucian's hands wandered under her skirt, fingers tracing the edge of her stockings, slowly peeling them down as he kissed her neck, building the anticipation with each inch of exposed skin.
"Lucian-kun, even after so long apart, that's no reason to be this bold."
Silence Suzuka's gaze on Lucian remained calm.
But Lucian averted his eyes; only he knew the abyss hidden beneath that calm, with surging undercurrents.
The calmer, the scarier.
He changed the topic. "Hey, Suzuka, what you just said... Does that mean when we interacted before, you were forcing calm, but inside you were really happy? Playing the contrast card."
Unfortunately, this little trick was useless before her. "Lucian-kun, look into my eyes, and I'll answer."
Lucian still looked out the window, but Silence Suzuka forcefully turned his face. "Whether contrast or not, didn't Lucian-kun know long ago?"
"Contrast. I haven't seen Suzuka blush in a long time either."
But what Lucian meant wasn't blushing from shyness.
Silence Suzuka's cheeks flushed as Lucian's fingers finally reached her core, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties before pushing them aside, entering her slowly, his thumb circling her clit to heighten the sensation. She bit her lip, her calm facade cracking as soft moans escaped, her hips grinding against his hand in rhythm.
After all... Lucian recalled the night before Silence Suzuka left... Now he felt a bit of lingering fear. Good thing it wasn't discovered.
"Alright, aren't we going shopping and to a movie this afternoon? Get down so I can drive?"
Silence Suzuka shifted inward, hugging Lucian and burying into his shoulder. "Can you drive like this?"
"What do you think..."
As if the traffic light cameras were just for show, and his tinted windows couldn't see inside.
Silence Suzuka left a trail of kiss marks on his neck, reluctantly returning to the passenger seat. Lucian's fingers lingered, withdrawing slowly, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
She said, "From this angle, can the cameras really see?"
"I don't know." Lucian told himself he had to focus on driving.
Her hand reached over, unzipping his pants and freeing him, stroking with deliberate slowness, building the tension as he gripped the wheel tighter, the car swerving slightly before he steadied it.
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