{{user}}’s parents had arranged a marriage meeting—nothing set in stone, but it couldn’t hurt to look. The estate was modest, quietly traditional, with no servants in sight yet impeccably maintained. As {{user}} stepped inside, a firm yet hesitant voice called out.

Kyoko: "Hello… please… come in."

Kyoko stood there, her dark eyes meeting theirs with a mix of weariness and resignation, as if she had already braced herself for rejection. Kyoko: "My parents… aren’t here. I’m sorry—please forgive me." She lowered her gaze demurely, though this was no accident. If her overly critical parents had attended, they would have sabotaged her chances entirely.

As she led {{user}} further inside, Kyoko moved with deliberate grace, her figure subtly accentuated by the way her yukata draped just so—the neckline dipping slightly to reveal the soft swell of her ample bosom, the fabric cinching at her waist to emphasize her curves. She wasn’t bold enough to be overt, but every shift in posture, every slight adjustment of her sleeves, was a quiet plea for attention. Maybe, she thought desperately, if they see me as a woman and not just an aging candidate…

Seated across from {{user}}, Kyoko’s fingers trembled slightly as she reviewed their profile. Then she noticed it—their age. Not by much, but enough to make her stomach twist. When she caught {{user}} glancing at her own file, she forced a composed smile, even as her heart sank. The credentials were flawless—education, family status, demeanor—but that glaring "28" beside her age felt like a death sentence.

With a quiet sigh, she steadied herself. No. Not yet. She wouldn’t let this end before she even tried.

Kyoko blushed slightly at his compliment, her cheeks flushing beneath the pale powder that dusted them. "T-thank you," she stammered out before pausing, looking up with a mix of relief and desperation. She had to try something. "T-Tommy? You're... not just saying tha-"

But before she could finish, self-doubt crept in once more. Was this too forward? Too needy? Already she regretted speaking up, bracing herself for his rejection as clearly as if it had already happened. As he looked at her with a thoughtful expression, her heart skipped a beat.

"I-it's just... I am getting older..." She trailed off, the words leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. "P-perhaps you'd rather look for someone younger?" She couldn't help but hope that he would brush aside her concerns, prove her wrong about herself. But even as she clung to this fragile thread of hope, she wondered how long it could possibly last.

Her heart skipped a beat at his touch, her breath catching in surprise as she felt his lips on her skin. For a moment, it was enough to drown out the doubts and fears that had plagued her for so long. Perhaps... perhaps this wasn't the end after all.

With trembling fingers, she reached up to stroke the corner of his mouth, her smile slightly tearful. "T-thomas..." She hesitated, trying to find the words that had eluded her just moments ago. "I... I am honored," she finally managed to say. Her cheeks burned with emotion as she looked at him now, no longer seeing the young man before her but rather a beacon of hope in an otherwise bleak future.

She wanted this, more than anything else. And she would do whatever it took to make sure that it happened. "I... I will take care of you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of blood in her ears. "W-with all my heart."

Her heart leapt at his words, warming even further as she took the file from him, carefully unfolding it with shaking hands. "T-thomas," she stammered out again, not quite able to think of anything else to say but feeling somehow that this was enough for now. She would pour over every word later, absorb his thoughts and plans like they were her own, memorizing them so thoroughly that there could be no doubt in anyone's mind as to the strength of their connection.

She glanced up at him once more, her expression a mix of hope and longing, and for a moment they might have been any young couple on the brink of something wonderful. Except she knew better. She knew that time was not on their side, that her age would only become an increasingly insurmountable obstacle with each passing day. But perhaps... just perhaps, love could find a way.

"W-well," she managed at last, "I suppose there's only one thing left to say..." With trembling fingers, she slipped the yukata from her shoulders, revealing her delicate form in its entirety. It was not an overtly seductive gesture, but rather a naked display of vulnerability and trust. "I'm yours." Her voice was quiet but steady, barely above a whisper but filled with all the determination she could muster.

Kyoko moaned softly into his kiss as she felt his hands on her skin, every touch sending shivers of desire coursing through her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, losing herself in the heat of the moment and for a brief, glorious second allowing herself to believe that maybe—just maybe—she wasn't too late after all.

Her lips parted beneath his, her tongue darting out to taste him, seeking deeper connection even as their bodies pressed against each other. For now, she had forgotten everything else but this man in front of her, the love that had blossomed between them however briefly it might last. With a gasp, she broke away from his kiss, breathless and disheveled, but her eyes still locked on his as if wanting to etch every detail of this moment into her memory forever.

"I... I'm yours," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you want me." She meant it with all her heart, and despite the pain it would undoubtedly cause her later on, for now she could pretend that there was no other option but to love him and cherish every moment they had together.

Her breath caught in her throat as he revealed himself to her, admiration mingling with desire as she took in the impressive sight of his naked form. She nodded shyly before reaching out a trembling hand to touch him, marveling at how firm and warm his skin felt beneath her fingertips. Her own body responded eagerly, arching closer to him as if drawn by some invisible force.

"I-if we're doing this..." she whispered hesitantly, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment even as her hips ground against his palm, "t-then... would you want me to call you..." she trailed off, unable to finish the sentence but hoping desperately that he would understand.

"Husband," she repeated softly, the word still feeling strange and unfamiliar on her lips even as she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back against him, moaning at the sensation of being filled so perfectly by his enormous cock. His weight pressed down upon her, pinning her to the floor, but she didn't mind in the least; all that mattered was this connection they had forged, however brief and fragile it might be.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he started to move inside her, thrusting slowly yet powerfully, each stroke sending tremors of pleasure through her body like lightning coursing through a struck tree. Her breath came in ragged gasps now, her chest heaving with the effort of bearing his weight and matching his rhythm. She wanted him, needed him, but she knew that it couldn't last forever; there would be an end to this, one way or another, and the thought only intensified the desperate desire to make every second count before then.

"T-Tommy," she panted, her voice hoarse from exertion and passion. "I love you." It was not a lie; it was true, as true as anything she had ever felt in her life. But even as she spoke the words aloud for the first time, she knew that soon enough they would be nothing more than memories, faded like old photographs tucked away into an obscure corner of her heart where no one could see them anymore.

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, her eyes widening in surprise as she looked up into his face, searching for any hint of deceit or mockery. But all she found was sincerity, the same kind of raw emotion that had brought them together in the first place. Her body tensed, anticipating another surge of pleasure as he continued to thrust inside her, and when it came it seemed to obliterate every last doubt from her mind for a brief, shining moment.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, kissing him back with renewed passion even as her legs began to tremble beneath his weight, the effort of holding on to this moment growing almost unbearable. But she refused to let go; refusal seemed impossible at this point anyway, because how could anyone ever truly leave something that felt so right?

"I-I don't know..." she managed to say between gasps for air, her voice thick with desire and wonder. "T-then where would I g-go?" She didn't want an answer; she already knew that there was no place left for someone like her once this night was over. But perhaps, just perhaps, they could find a way to make it last longer... if only in their hearts.

Her heart soared at his words, butterflies dancing in her stomach as she reveled in the warmth of his embrace. Home with him... it was a dream come true, even if she knew deep down that it could never be anything more than that. But for now, in this moment, she would let herself believe and pretend and hope against hope that maybe they could find a way to make it work.

She looked up into his eyes, her own filling with tears as she fought back the wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. "O-oh my... I'm... I'm c-crying." She blushed deeply, trying to hide the wet trails on her cheeks as they streaked down toward her chin. Embarrassment mingled with relief and joy, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was how it felt to truly be loved.

She pressed her face against his shoulder, taking a shaky breath and then another before managing a quiet whisper: "I-I want... I want t-to stay with you... forever." It was the most honest and vulnerable she had ever been, and she held onto it like a lifeline as they continued to move together, their bodies intertwined in a dance of desire that transcended time and space.

For now, she would cherish this moment, cling to him with every fiber of her being, and pretend that nothing else mattered but the here and now. Because deep down, she knew that soon enough reality would intrude once more, cruelly reminding her of everything she had given up and all that lay ahead. But until then...

She pressed her lips against his shoulder, whispering one last thing: "I love you." And for a brief, shining instant, it seemed like maybe he loved her

Her breath hitched in her throat as he kissed her, his lips soft and tender against hers even as they moved together in perfect harmony. She felt the first tremors of his release deep within her body, signaling the end of this beautiful interlude and the return to reality. But she didn't want to think about that yet; she wanted to cherish every last moment of this bliss before it was gone.

Her hands slid up over his shoulders, tangling in his hair as she returned his kiss with a passion that belied her fears and doubts. She could feel herself growing wetter around him, her body arching closer still in an unspoken plea for more of this connection, this love. Even now, with the knowledge that their time together was rapidly running out, she couldn't help but crave him with every fiber of her being, like a drowning woman grasping at a life preserver made of flesh and bone.

When he finally released her lips, she drew in a ragged breath, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain control. Her eyes were still closed, her face flushed with emotion as she waited for his next move, wondering what would happen once their passion had spent itself and reality reared its ugly head once more.

But for now, there was only this: the feel of him inside her, the taste of him on her lips, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in her ears like a song without end. And as they moved together in that brief, shining moment, she knew that nothing else mattered. Not age or status or expectations; not even love. All that truly existed was this.

She kissed him again, deep and passionate, pouring every ounce of her heart into the touch. And when at last he groaned

As he dressed himself, she remained where she was, her eyes still closed as she savored the last lingering sensations of their lovemaking. When his fingers brushed against hers in a gentle touch, she looked up at him with an expression that was both grateful and achingly sad. He must have seen the mix of emotions on her face, because he knelt down before her and cupped her cheek in his hand.

"I meant what I said back there," he told her softly. "About you being mine." She wanted to believe him, but the words seemed hollow now, like empty promises made out of desperation. Maybe tomorrow she would feel differently; maybe reality wouldn't intrude quite so harshly this time around. For now, though, she could only cling to the hope that somehow they might find a way to make things work between them.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he picked her up, nestling her head against his shoulder as he carried her toward the car. It was strange how close they had become in such a short time; stranger still how easy it had been for her to let go of everything and just be with him. Perhaps, she thought with a pang of guilt, that was the saddest part of all: knowing deep down that this was likely nothing more than a brief interlude before they were cast back into their separate worlds once again.

But she wouldn't think about that now; not while he held her close and the night still lay ahead, full of possibilities however slim. Instead, she would focus on the present moment and cherish every second they had left together, because when morning came and reality reared its ugly head, there might be nothing left but memories.

And for now, at least, that was enough.

Her heart leapt into her throat as he mentioned the church; they hadn't been planning on going there tonight. She tried to steady her breath, to keep from looking too hopeful as she glanced up at him, but it was clear that she had failed. There was an almost vulnerable look in his eyes now, and for a moment she could pretend that maybe... just maybe this wasn't all for show after all.

"O-of course you want me to be your wife," she managed to say at last, her voice little more than a whisper. "We just had s-sex." But even as the words left her mouth, they felt hollow and false; she knew that there was something more going on here, something beyond their physical connection. She took his hand in hers, squeezing gently. "Would you... would you really want me to marry you?"

Her heart soared at his words, joy bursting forth like a million stars on the darkest of nights. She didn't know what had happened tonight; she couldn't explain the way he made her feel or why she had given in so easily to his charms. All she knew was that she wanted this, more than anything else in the world. And if he felt even a fraction of what she did for him... well, then maybe there really was hope after all.

As they pulled up to the church, her gaze drifted to its imposing facade, the grand arches and stained glass windows seeming to glow with an ethereal light in the moonlight. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of becoming Tommy's wife, of committing herself to him forever. But despite the butterflies dancing wildly in her stomach, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of peace; as if everything that had happened tonight was meant to be.

With trembling fingers, she untied the sash around her waist, letting the yukata fall open to reveal her skin beneath. Her heart raced even faster now, anticipation and excitement tangling together in a knot at the base of her throat. When Tommy finally looked up at her, his expression almost tender, she took a shaky breath and whispered: "I-I will marry you."

It was the most honest thing she had ever said, and as she spoke the words, she knew with every fiber of her being that they were true. Perhaps this wasn't the end after all; perhaps it was just the beginning of something beautiful. And if it was, then no matter what happened from here on out, she would cherish it forever.

She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his che

She laughed, the sound coming out as more of a breathless sigh. "Even if you had to kidnap me... I-I think I would have gone willingly." She reached up, brushing a lock of hair away from his face and tucking it behind his ear before leaning in closer still, her lips mere inches from his own. "Because even now," she whispered hoarsely, "even knowing what I know... you're the only one for me."

Her heart felt like it might burst with emotion as they pulled up to the church steps, the reality of their situation finally dawning on her: they were about to do something irrevocable, something that would change the course of both their lives forever. But even as she stepped out of the car and followed Tommy toward the doors, her hand clasped tightly in his, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of rightness; of destiny fulfilled.

Perhaps, just perhaps... this was where they were always meant to be.

"But... how?" she managed to say as they approached the altar, her gaze drifting toward the priest waiting there patiently. "You knew it was going to happen tonight, didn't you? How could you have known that?" She still couldn't wrap her head around the idea; it all seemed too impossible, too incredible to be true.

Tommy smiled at her, his expression almost sad. "Because... I'm a traveler from another world." He paused, swallowing hard before continuing in a quiet voice. "In my world... yours and mine were always supposed to meet. You are the one who would change everything for me; you are my fate, my destiny..." He trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

Her eyes widened as she took this all in; he wasn't lying after all. But despite the wonder and awe that filled her, there was another emotion stirring beneath the surface: fear. Fear of what this meant for them both, fear of being torn apart again once their time together was over, fear of never truly belonging anywhere else but here with him... no matter how impossible it all seemed.

She looked up into his eyes, searching for some sign that maybe he knew what she was feeling, that somehow they could find a way to make this work despite the odds stacked against them. But as their gazes locked, she saw only honesty and sincerity in his expression; a promise of forever carved into the depths of his soul.

And with a shaky breath, she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his, committing herself to this unbelievable, impossible fate for as long as eternity would allow. Because even though she knew they were from different worlds, that their time together was finite and fleeting... in this moment, with him