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Miyo Saimori had never thought about kissing while she was living in her father's house. She didn't even dare to dream in a house where exclusively her stepsister was allowed to dream and make plans for the future. The only thing the daughter of Sumi Usuba could do was silently eavesdrop on the servant girls' chatter about their lovers.
The thought of a kiss did not occur to young woman even when she was with Kouji. She perceived him as her best friend and the only way to escape from the house filled with the worst moments of her life. Kouji could only save her from her family by marrying her. Miyo was ready to become his wife, but every time she shuddered thinking about the intimacy that he could ask for as her husband.
Kouji was the first one who supported her at least a little and considered her not just a useless servant. She was very grateful to him for this, but she could not fall in love with him because of his sincere sympathy for her, no matter how hard she tried. She was convinced that her heart was always firm on one thing: the possibility of getting Kouji's kiss was unnatural, frightening even.
Something changed inside her when Myio looked at Kiyoka Kudou for the first time. He was different from all men she had seen in her entire life. His face with noble features, long blond hair and piercing blue eyes were something that could not exist in her past. The young woman was overwhelmed by his presence, not daring to move. All the rumors about his terrible character were constantly spinning in her head. She shouldn't have been deceived by his gorgeous appearance, she should have remembered how many girls had been rejected by him.
At first, Myio couldn't even imagine that she would be able to get close to him. She thought that she would not stay at his mansion longer than the brides who had been there before her. At that moment in time, she was completely convinced of her own worthlessness. A girl like her just shouldn't have hoped for the favor of fate.
Spending days with him, she learned not to be afraid of him. Fear was replaced by deep affection. His beauty and kindness captured her heart forever (she really didn't resist it much).
Next to him, she understood what it was like to be loved. By his actions, he helped her to start believing in herself again. His bravery and determination were partially reflected in the Miyo, awakening in her what had been practically destroyed by years of humiliation.
One quiet morning, after removing the last obstacles on the road to their happiness, the girl realized that she really wanted to kiss her fiance without waiting for the wedding. However, kissing wasn't the only thing she wanted to do. First of all, she dreamed of seeing Kiyoka's embarrassed face.
So many times his looks, smiles, kind and gentle words made her blush. Now she wanted to check if he felt the same way she felt when he was near. Was he familiar with that sweet embarrassment that made legs buckle and heart pound so fast?
Miyo noticed that surrounded by nature, the beauty of her fiance acquires a special depth. That's why she liked to sit next to him on the terrace. They usually didn't talk much. He admired nature, and she admired him.
And then once the young woman gathered the courage to make her dream come true.
Miyo sat very close to Kiyoka to get his attention. She positioned herself on his right side with her legs bent at the knees, but when his face turned towards her, she braced her knees against the wooden flooring, straightening her back and thus being slightly taller than him.
"Dear danna-sama, let me..." Her hands moved faster than the words hurriedly flying out of the mouth. Myio was scared by how easily she could catch his face between palms. "Oh, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have touched you so suddenly."
She hated herself for losing the courage so soon. Miyo would have gone a long way to gain the same courage that little Miyo had before her mother's death. Maybe at the beginning of the way she needed to start to stop constantly apologizing for every word or action.
"You don't have to apologize for that, Myio." Kiyoka placed his palms on top of hers. "I like your touches."
The dark-haired girl felt her face flush. How could danna-sama have chosen such embarrassing words so skillfully? It would probably take her centuries to learn how to master her speech as beautifully as he did in order to see the delicate pink color on his face.
Miyo forced herself to distract herself from the feeling of discomfiture. Not knowing the art of words, she was only going to embarrass him by acting. She slowly bent down to his face, stopping one breath away from his lips. As she approached, the size of his pupils changed, and the color of his blue eyes, as it seemed to her, became richer than usual. She froze in an endless time, studying the fiance's reaction to her presence.
Her eyes widened when she noticed the first signs of blush. It was so mesmerizing. From now on, his blush belonged to her, just as her blush belonged to him. And those cheeks, too. The girl tenderly pressed her lips to the pink skin. He could have avoided the kiss, pushed her away. But since he didn't do that, Miyo continued to kiss him. Touching him, she gained the confidence she never had. Her lips moved to the other cheek, where the blush was brighter.
His hands suddenly rested on her waist, he gently pulled her closer to him. When she was close to his chest, she could feel the rapid beating of his heart. Miyo parted her lips in a slight smile, she was not used to smiling widely. She ran her thumbs delicately over his cheeks.
After Kiyoka half-closed his eyes, enjoying her touch, Miyo could no longer hold back. The black-haired girl took a short breath and lunged forward. The kiss was very quick, fleeting like the flight of a falling leaf.
And then Miyo literally exploded, all the pent-up embarrassment bursting out at the same time. In this state, she couldn't think of anything better than to bury her flaming face in the fiance's shoulder. She kissed him... Her heart was beating deafeningly in her ears. She really kissed him! It was so awkward and so wonderful! And the most fantastic thing was that she could do it again! And again! But only if she didn't die of embarrassment today.