Amidst their small talk, the car drove into a quiet neighborhood, finally stopping in front of a neat two-story house with a small yard.
“We’re here,” Hanako parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt.
“This is my home.” Roy looked at the house in front of him.
It was a typical Japanese-style home—clean, tidy, with vibrant flowers and plants growing in the yard.
It was clear that Hanako was someone who knew how to live well.
“Come on, be careful.” Hanako got out first, went around to the passenger side, and opened the door.
She bent down and reached out to support Roy.
This movement caused her full bust to sway dangerously close to his face, and a faint scent of perfume mixed with a woman’s natural warmth wafted toward him.
Roy took a deep breath.
With Hanako’s support, he slowly got out of the car.
As their relationship warmed up, Hanako became much more comfortable leaning into him.
She was practically using half her body to prop him up.
Roy’s left hand naturally rested on her shoulder while his right arm remained in a cast, hanging by his side.
With their bodies pressed tight, Roy could feel the incredible warmth and softness radiating from her.
Thanks to the system’s physical attribute benefits, his senses were sharper than ever.
With every step, he acutely felt the curves of Hanako’s body—her full chest pressing against his arm, her slender waist right beneath his palm, and her rounded hips occasionally brushing against his leg as her black-stockinged thighs swayed before his eyes.
This treatment was simply incredible.
Roy was secretly delighted, but on his face, he maintained a weak, vulnerable expression.
“Walk slowly, no rush,” Hanako said gently, completely unaware.
Or perhaps she was aware, but felt that since he was injured by her car, a little physical contact was perfectly fine.
The two slowly walked into the house.
The entrance was pristine, with polished wooden floors.
“Sit down for a moment; I’ll go get the slippers.” Hanako had Roy lean against the wall.
She bent down to take two pairs of slippers out of the shoe cabinet.
This bending motion caused her pencil skirt to tighten instantly, perfectly displaying the lush, rounded curve of her hips and stretching her long legs tight.
“Here, put them on.” Hanako placed the slippers by Roy’s feet, then naturally squatted down to help him untie his shoelaces.
“Hanako-san, I can do it myself,” Roy said quickly.
“Don’t move; your hand is inconvenient.” Hanako gently pressed down on his leg.
As she squatted directly in front of him with her head lowered, Roy had a completely unobstructed view through her open collar—revealing her delicate collarbones, her deep cleavage, and the provocative black lace of her bra.
This was getting incredibly hard to handle!
Once they both changed into their slippers, she stood up and supported him again, leading him into a warmly decorated living room filled with fresh flower arrangements and soft-toned sofas.
“Sit down first; I’ll go get you some water.” Hanako guided Roy to the sofa and turned toward the kitchen.
Leaning back on the soft cushions, Roy suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate after a long night in the hospital and the car ride.
He stood up and called out, “Hanako-san, where is your bathroom?
I need to relieve myself!” “Oh, wait a second, Roy!
Let me help you!” Hanako ran out of the kitchen in a hurry, still holding a cup of water.
“Huh?
You help me?” Roy looked at her in confusion.
“Uh…
I just need to pee.” “Yes!
I’ll help you,” Hanako said seriously, her expression completely earnest.
“Your right hand is fractured; how are you going to manage by yourself?
Don’t worry about getting your clothes dirty, I can assist you.” Noticing his stunned expression, Hanako’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she offered a reassuring smile.
“Oh dear, don’t be shy.
I’m already twenty-eight; it’s not like I don’t understand anatomy.
As the one responsible for your injury, it’s only right that I help you with these things.” Her words were meant to put him at ease.
In reality, she had never actually seen a man intimately before, but she had mentally prepared herself under the guise of pure medical necessity.
The corners of Roy’s mouth curled up slightly.
He certainly wasn’t going to refuse a benefit delivered straight to his door.
“Then…
I’ll have to trouble you, Hanako-san,” he murmured, feigning embarrassment.
“It’s no trouble at all, let’s go.” Hanako put down the cup and came over to support him.
They walked to the bathroom at the end of the first-floor hallway.
It was a compact but spotlessly clean space.
Hanako helped Roy inside and closed the door behind them.
In the narrow, confined space, the atmosphere instantly became thick and heavy with tension.
Hanako’s face turned a deeper shade of crimson, but she forced herself to maintain her composure.
“Come, stand properly.” She guided Roy to face the toilet and stood closely by his side.
After the crisp, rustling sound of fabric sliding down, Hanako seemed to freeze instantly.
Her pupils dilated, her small mouth parted slightly, and she stood completely paralyzed in sheer shock at the sight before her…