The first light of dawn painted the countryside sky in soft hues of pink and gold. Gentle morning sunlight filtered through the paper screens of Yor’s room, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the futon where they lay intertwined.
Haruto woke up early, as he always did in the countryside. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the peaceful morning light. Yor was still deeply asleep in his arms, her face nestled comfortably against his chest, breathing slow and steady. She looked breathtakingly beautiful in the morning glow — her hair slightly ssy, cheeks flushed with sleep, full breasts pressed softly against him, and only the delicate pink pantie covering her lower body.
As consciousness fully returned, Haruto felt the familiar, intense morning wood. His cock was rock-hard, thick and throbbing heavily between their bodies, the veined shaft pressed firmly against Yor’s soft thigh and lower belly. The head was flushed dark and leaking a small bead of precum. He stayed still for a mont, savoring the warmth of her body against his rigid erection.
Unable to resist, Haruto leaned his face closer to hers. He gently pressed his nose against her soft cheek and took a slow, deep inhale. Her scent was utterly addicting — a sweet, warm mix of floral soap from last night’s bath, her natural feminine skin, and the faintest hint of her period. He breathed her in deeply, eyes half-closed in quiet pleasure, letting the intoxicating aroma fill his lungs. He stayed there for a long mont, nuzzling her cheek tenderly, completely lost in her sll.
Finally, with great reluctance, Haruto carefully disentangled himself from her embrace. Yor murmured softly in her sleep but didn’t wake. He stood up, his thick, hard cock standing proudly upright, bouncing slightly as he moved. He gave her one last loving glance, then quietly left the room.
In his own room across the hallway, Haruto got dressed. He pulled on a simple white t-shirt that hugged his chest and a pair of comfortable dark pants. He went to the washroom, splashed cool water on his face, brushed his teeth, and tried to calm his still-hard cock by thinking of other things. After a few minutes, it softened enough for him to feel presentable.
The morning air outside was fresh and crisp as Haruto stepped out of the house. Dew still clung to the grass, and birds were singing beautifully in the trees. The countryside road was quiet and empty at this early hour, the sun just beginning to rise higher, bathing everything in soft golden light.
He walked the short distance to the small convenience store. The elderly shopkeeper greeted him warmly as he entered. Haruto moved through the aisles with purpose. He picked up several packs of sanitary pads — different types for heavy flow, including overnight ones. He also grabbed a box of strong pain relief dicine for her cramps. For snacks, he chose soft, comforting items: chocolate milk, fresh strawberries, yogurt, so rice balls, and a packet of her favorite cookies. He paid quietly and put everything into a paper bag.
Carrying the bag with care, Haruto began walking back ho under the beautiful morning sun, his heart filled with a quiet determination to take care of Yor.
The morning sun had risen higher, casting a beautiful, warm golden light through the paper screens of Yor’s room. The air inside was still and peaceful, carrying the faint, sweet remnants of last night’s bath scent.
Haruto quietly slid open the door and stepped inside, carrying the paper bag from the convenience store. Yor was still sleeping deeply and peacefully on the futon. She looked angelic in the soft morning light — lying on her back with one arm gently resting above her head, her full, soft breasts rising and falling with slow, relaxed breaths. Her pink nipples were slightly relaxed, and her hair was beautifully spread across the pillow. The only piece of clothing on her body was the delicate pink pantie he had put on her the night before.
He placed the bag of snacks and dicine gently on the low wooden table beside the futon — chocolate milk, strawberries, yogurt, and cookies arranged neatly for when she woke up. Then he picked up one of the new packs of pads he had bought, tore open the plastic wrapping, and pulled out a fresh, thick overnight pad.
Kneeling carefully beside her, Haruto hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pink pantie. With slow, gentle movents so as not to wake her, he began sliding the fabric down her hips. The soft lace trim glided over her smooth skin as he pulled the pantie lower, revealing more and more of her intimate area.
As the pantie finally slipped past her thighs and down to her ankles, Haruto’s breath caught at the sight before him.
Yor had experienced a very heavy flow during the night. The pad inside the pink pantie was completely soaked — drenched in deep, rich crimson nstrual blood. The white surface of the pad had turned a dark, heavy red, especially in the center where it had absorbed the most. Thick, glossy clots of blood were visible on the pad, so still wet and sticky. A few drops had even leaked past the edges of the pad, staining the inner crotch of the pink pantie a vivid red.
Her pussy was now fully visible in the morning sunlight.
It looked beautifully raw and heavily used by her period. The outer lips were noticeably swollen and puffy, flushed a deep, dark rosy-red. Her neatly trimd thin strip of dark pubic hair above the slit was slightly matted with dried blood. The inner folds were glistening wetly, coated in thick, fresh nstrual blood that continued to slowly ooze from her slightly parted opening. A heavy, glossy trail of bright crimson blood was actively leaking from her tight hole, slowly dripping down toward her ass and pooling slightly on the futon cover beneath her. The entire area around her pussy was ssy and slick — shiny with a mixture of thick blood, small clots, and her natural wetness. Her clit was visibly swollen, peeking out from the top of her soaked slit, flushed a deeper red than usual.
The strong, intimate tallic scent of her heavy period filled the air around her, rich and primal, mixing with the soft feminine warmth of her body.
Haruto remained kneeling there, completely still, staring at her exposed, heavily bleeding pussy in the gentle morning light. Yor continued sleeping peacefully, completely unaware that her pantie had been removed and her most intimate, ssy condition was now fully displayed before him.
The morning sunlight bathed Yor’s room in a soft, golden warmth. Yor’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She blinked a few tis, still hazy from deep sleep, then beca aware of her completely naked state — her full breasts exposed, and most importantly, her pink pantie was gone, pulled down to her ankles. Her heavily bleeding pussy was fully exposed in the bright morning light.
Instead of feeling embarrassed, a deep flush of heat spread across her face and body. Her swollen, crimson-soaked pussy throbbed with sudden, intense need.
"Haruto..." she whispered, voice husky and needy. "Co here... co closer to my face."
Haruto, still kneeling beside her, moved closer. As soon as he was within reach, Yor reached up with both hands and grabbed his face firmly, cupping his cheeks. Her fingers were warm and slightly trembling with desire. She pulled him down toward her with surprising strength for soone who had been in pain the night before.
Her eyes were glossy, breathing already quickened.
"Haruto... I’m feeling so much horny right now," she confessed breathlessly, her voice dripping with raw need. "Even with my period... my body is burning. I want you. Kiss ... please."
Haruto leaned in without hesitation. Their lips t in a soft, tender kiss at first — warm, gentle, and full of affection. But the mont their mouths touched, the kiss deepened rapidly.
Yor moaned softly into his mouth and pulled him harder against her. Her lips parted, inviting him in. Haruto responded by sliding his tongue into her mouth, eting hers in a slow, wet dance. Their kiss quickly turned steamy and hungry.
Thick, warm saliva mixed between them as their tongues swirled and pressed together passionately. Yor’s tongue was eager and slick, wrapping around his, sucking gently. Strings of clear, glossy saliva stretched between their lips every ti they briefly parted for breath, only to dive back in deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of their kissing — soft sucking, slippery tongue movents, and shared moans — filled the quiet morning room.
Yor kissed him with desperate hunger, her mouth hot and drooling. Excess saliva escaped the corner of her lips, trickling down her chin in shiny strands as she tilted her head to kiss him even more deeply. Haruto tasted her sweetness, their combined saliva coating both their tongues and lips, making everything slick and ssy. He sucked on her lower lip, pulling it gently, then plunged his tongue back inside her mouth, exploring every corner while more thick saliva flowed freely between them.
Yor’s bare breasts heaved with every heated breath, her hard nipples brushing against his chest as she arched up into the kiss. Her heavily bleeding pussy continued to leak fresh crimson blood onto the futon beneath her, but the intense horniness made her press her thighs together slightly, saring the blood across her swollen folds.
Their kiss grew wetter and ssier — loud, sloppy, saliva-drenched. Long, glistening strands of mixed spit connected their mouths whenever they gasped for air. Yor’s hands remained firmly on Haruto’s face, holding him in place as she kissed him like she was starving for him, exchanging thick, warm saliva in passionate, hungry waves.
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