Night

At night, inside a room at the inn, Fusha Village.

Windows closed, the soft flickering of a candle lighting the room. There, Mai Shiranui held a wet cloth, gently wiping the face of a silver-haired man, lying on the bed, breathing heavily.

She remembered the previous moment. He had collapsed on the bed, tired, sweat dripping down his forehead. Panting, as if he had used up all his strength. Mai couldn't understand it all, but she felt the weight of the moment.

Mai hesitated for a moment, gazing at him affectionately. Despite her recent existence, all she understood was that he was her reason for being. Without him, she wouldn't even exist. That feeling of connection, that unbreakable bond, was all she knew.

With her face turning slightly red, she looked at his lips. There was a pull, a need. Slowly, she leaned in and drew closer, softly kissing his lips. And her ample breasts, soft and warm, touched Satoru's body.

Satoru stirred lightly. Mai looked at him with hope.

"Perhaps…"

With graceful movements, she began to undo the knot of her attire. The red fabric slid over her fair skin, revealing the thin strap of her bra underneath. The shadows in the room accentuated her body's curves, as her skilled fingers manipulated each piece of clothing.

Once completely naked, her delicate fingers touched her nipples, arousing her body. A mischievous and dewy expression crossed her face, as she gazed at Satoru. She drew nearer, climbed onto the bed, and lay atop him.

Satoru's breathing became uneven, his mind too was swirling, trying to grasp.

He opened his eyes, and a mix of emotions - surprise, joy, confusion - all merged, creating a storm inside his chest.

In that brief span of time, he thought back to every moment up to that point, since he reincarnated. The execution of Roger, the hunger, the fights, and the escape.

Suddenly, looking at Mai, he wanted to seize this moment, to freeze it in time.

Slowly, he held Mai's face, aiming to deepen the kiss, becoming utterly lost in that moment. Their tongues intertwined, and the heat grew with every second.

With much hesitation, they parted briefly, Mai's eyes shimmering in the dim light, her breathing as heavy as his.

She smiled, a shy and genuine smile, conveying emotions deeper than words could express.

And as their eyes met, he realized that, despite life's unpredictability, some moments are simply meant to be.

He pulled her close once more, deepening the kiss again, becoming profoundly lost.