The final chemical analysis report rested neatly on the desk, ready for Furuya to deliver to his superior's office first thing tomorrow morning. The drug syndicate case—which had consumed months of relentless time and energy from Furuya as head of investigation and Shiho as head of research—was officially closed tonight.
Shiho walked out of the main laboratory area toward her private office—a personal space where she usually stored analysis files and took brief breaks. Furuya trailed right behind her, shutting the heavy door firmly and locking the two of them out from the quiet corridor completely.
"So... this major case is finally wrapped up," Furuya broke the silence, his voice low. The police officer loosened his tie, letting out a long sigh as if months of pressure had just lifted off his shoulders.
Shiho, too, slipped off her white lab coat and draped it over the back of her desk chair. She shifted her focus, holding the direct, unwavering gaze of the man in the gray suit standing before her.
"Yes. Our official duty has come to an end, Furuya-san," Shiho said as she stepped closer. Slowly, but with absolute intent.
Step by step, the distance between them evaporated. The underlying tension they had suppressed for months in the name of professionalism and the weight of their respective institutions now boiled over uncontrollably.
When Shiho's slender fingers touched Furuya's chest, backing him against the edge of the desk, Furuya paused for a moment. His rigid logic tried to sound a warning—the memory of his status as a single father with a young son waiting at home made hesitation flicker within him.
"Miyano-san, wait..." Furuya's voice was husky as he held Shiho's wrist gently yet firmly. "My life is complicated. I'm a father, and you deserve someone who—"
"I don't need to be reminded of your status, Furuya-san," Shiho cut in sharply. Her eyes locked onto his, giving him no room to retreat. Pulling hard on his shirt collar, she erased whatever remaining distance was left. "I know exactly who you are. And that is precisely why I want you. Right now."
The rational defense Furuya had built up was completely shattered in an instant. He was acutely aware of how captivating Shiho Miyano was: her sparkling green eyes, her neck-length short hair often tied back into a low ponytail, her signature rose fragrance, and her straightforward, cynical tongue. All of it was a powerful temptation for a widower who had long yearned for touch. Even so, his duty as a father had always held him back, and their eleven-year age gap certainly didn't help.
Furuya pulled Shiho close, wrapping his arms around her waist until there was no space left between them. Lowering one hand to her thigh, he easily lifted her onto the edge of the desk behind them as if she were weightless. A stack of paper files scattered across the floor, but neither of them cared.
Without another second wasted, their lips met in a demanding, hungry kiss—a raw release for the desire that had been locked away deep inside.
The kiss was intense, hurried, and relentless. The rough clash of their lips echoed clearly within the quiet room, amplifying every slick sound of their suppressed passion. There wasn't a single trace of careful gentleness; there were only two impatient people demanding to burn off every drop of exhaustion that had chased them. All the heat buried deep within their chests was finally allowed to spill over.
Furuya held the nape of her neck so she couldn't pull away, his thumb stroking Shiho's jawline with a burning touch. As their breathing grew rapid and heavy, Furuya pulled his lips back slightly, leaving just a few millimeters of space between their hot breaths.
"Miyano-san... open your mouth a little," Furuya whispered huskily, his tone dropping far deeper than usual.
Without waiting for an answer, Furuya's tongue slipped inside the moment Shiho's lips parted. He took complete control, guiding her into a deep, messy exchange. Slick friction broke past the corners of their mouths, trailing slowly down to her chin.
When the lack of oxygen finally forced them to pause, Furuya broke the kiss slowly. A clear, slick strand stretched between their lips before snapping. Shiho leaned back on her hands against the desk for support, completely overwhelmed. Her chest heaved, her breathing ragged, and her lips glistened bright red.
Seeing Shiho catch her breath, Furuya let out a low chuckle. In a teasing tone, he pressed further, "For someone who was so provocative earlier, it turns out you're not very experienced at this, are you?"
Shiho clicked her tongue, her eyes narrowing into a sharp glare even as her cheeks flushed intensely. "Oh, shut up."
Before he could tease her any further, Shiho dragged him back by his shirt collar and silenced him in another searing kiss.
Refusing to be outdone, Shiho threw herself into the fight. Her fingers dug into Furuya's shoulders as she matched the movement of his lips, her tongue entwining with his in wild, urgent strokes of her own, refusing to simply yield to the police officer's dominance.
Furuya laughed softly mid-kiss, savoring her resistance before slowly pulling away. Before Shiho could protest, his mouth tracked a wet trail down to her earlobe, nipping gently until a shuddering breath escaped her.
His kisses didn't stop there. He traced her sharp jawline, traveling down her slender neck before landing across her exposed collarbone. Every touch sent a rush of electricity through her skin, making Shiho grip his suit jacket even tighter.
Keeping his lips pressed to the crook of her neck, Furuya's fingers moved toward the top button of her shirt.
Amidst the surging desire, he deliberately took his time. With what patience he had left, Furuya undone the buttons one by one, letting the fabric part in stages. Mid-movement, he paused and lifted his head to stare straight into Shiho's emerald eyes. His silent gaze asked for permission without a single word. Shiho didn't look away; she returned the heavy gaze with a ragged breath—an absolute, green light.
Her shirt opened fully, revealing a deep crimson bra cradling her curves.
Furuya's eyes darkened with hunger, a victorious smirk touching his lips.
"Guess my hunch was right..." Furuya rasped right against her chest. "...there's something magnificent hidden under your shirt. Did you intentionally wear something tighter than usual today? Hm?"
A deep blush burned across Shiho's cheeks, warmth rushing all the way to the tips of her ears. Behind his professional demeanor, he had secretly been taking in her curves over these past months.
"You... total pervert," Shiho muttered breathlessly, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Even though Shiho knew full well he was a widower with a young son, she couldn't deny how magnetic Furuya was. His tall frame in tailored suits, tan skin and blonde hair washed under the bright lab lights, and his scent of citrus cologne mixed with faint sweat—it was a siren call drawing her in, with his status as a father acting as an irresistible dare.
Furuya chuckled again. Lowering his head, he pressed hot kisses over her chest while Shiho tangled her fingers in his blonde hair, gently tugging.
Deftly, Furuya stripped her shirt off completely, letting the fabric pool onto the floor. His hands reached around to her back, unhooking her bra clasp with a single, practiced flick. It was hard to believe he was a man out of practice.
The crimson bra fell away, leaving her upper body completely bare beneath the lights.
Furuya froze for a moment, his gaze drinking in every inch of her bare chest. Her full, firm shape was breathtaking—curved so perfectly it seemed tailor-made to fill his hands. Her hardened pinkish peaks stood erect, undeniable proof that he wasn't the only one consumed by the heat.
Another low chuckle escaped him. "Looks like someone here is already very impatient..."
Before pushing further, Furuya buried his face deep against her chest. He inhaled her scent fully while wrapping his strong arms around her waist, embracing her tight. The warm, plush sensation made him close his eyes, drowning out a thirst he had long suppressed.
Shiho let out a soft sigh, her hand instinctively stroking the back of his head. It felt surprisingly sweet to see a man so tough act so vulnerable.
Moments later, Furuya began to move. One large hand cupped her breast, squeezing with a firm pressure that threatened to leave faint marks on her smooth skin. At the same time, he lifted his head and opened his mouth, swirling his warm, wet tongue over her hardened peak.
"Ah..." Shiho gasped helplessly, her head falling back as Furuya began to devour her chest greedily, alternating between deep suckling and soft licks.
Every time his tongue swirled and his fingers pinched her nipple, Shiho's breathing grew heavier. Her soft whimpers turned into uninhibited, genuine moans. A thrumming ache radiated down to her core, making her realize she was growing wet. As Furuya's subtle nips pulled at her peak, her last defenses evaporated completely, dissolving like alcohol left uncapped.
Furuya showed no mercy. He played with her breasts, switching from deep suctions to hot kisses, leaving rose-colored marks over her porcelain skin.
He pulled back slowly, staring at her panting face with dark, hooded eyes. A smirk tugged at his lips at the sight of what he was doing to the scientist.
Without pausing, Furuya lowered himself, standing right between her open thighs at the edge of the desk. He pulled her skirt up to her hips, pushed her knees wider, and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear.
With one smooth pull, he stripped the thin fabric—matching her bra in color—down past her legs and tossed it aside.
Kneeling before her, Furuya's view focused entirely on her exposed core. The wet gleam pooled clearly under the room lights.
He looked up with a cocky smirk. "You're already so wet, Miyano-san... I didn't expect a woman so composed to end up completely flooded just from kisses and chest play."
He stared at the wetness for a moment, but his movements suddenly stalled. The dominant gleam in his eyes softened, replaced by a clear flicker of hesitation.
He let out a heavy breath, looking at her sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, Miyano-san, but... it has been a very long time since I last did this," Furuya confessed softly. "So if I'm a bit rusty, I'm really sorry. But I promise I will try my absolute best."
Shiho let out a breathless laugh. Seeing a man as calm and composed as Furuya show a moment of vulnerability felt surprisingly endearing. Besides, she couldn't help but wonder: if a widower was still this good at kissing and foreplay, wouldn't that apply to her core as well?
"How can you say something so ridiculous... when you've already gotten me soaking wet?" Shiho rasped back, her eyes sharp and demanding.
Shiho's words shattered whatever remained of Furuya's doubts. Perhaps spending over five years without touching or being touched by someone he desired hadn't stripped away his ability to pleasure a woman after all.
Without a second thought, Furuya leaned down, losing himself completely between Shiho's thighs. He began softly—lapping and tracing the outer edges of her core, moving back and forth as he savored every drop of her gathering slickness. His skilled tongue then worked its way up, delivering warm, circular strokes right against her sensitive peak until her body gave a soft, involuntary jerk.
As Shiho squeezed his shoulders from the mounting pleasure, Furuya pushed further without pause. Abandoning all caution, his tongue glided deep inside her, swirling sharp and full against her inner walls while his thumb flicked and rubbed in quick, precise circles against her bud.
The dual stimulation threw Shiho's focus into complete disarray. The wet, vocal sounds of his mouth working against her center echoed loudly in the quiet office space.
"F-Furuya-san... aah!" Shiho's head fell back, her fingers clutching his blonde hair tight as the peak hit her without warning.
Her body trembled violently as the release spilled from her core. Furuya didn't pull back; he held her legs firm, lapping up every drop of her release without leaving a trace.
When the wave finally ebbed and Furuya lifted his head, a satisfied smirk graced his slick lips and chin.
Shiho covered her flushed face with both hands, unable to hide her embarrassment. But in the quiet room, the sharp vibration of Furuya's phone in his back pocket suddenly shattered the mood.
Furuya paused, reaching for his phone. He took one look at the screen and let out a long sigh, guilt flashing across his eyes. His son's name popped up alongside a short text.
"My son texted... asking when I'm coming home," Furuya said, his voice dropping. He clicked the screen off, pocketed the phone, and looked at Shiho with wild urgency in his eyes. "That means we don't have much time. We need to finish this now."
Driven by the ticking clock, Furuya shed his pants in record time. Shiho's eyes widened. He was fully erect—thick and heavy, far larger than she had anticipated.
The rush of time shifted their dynamic into something raw, fast, and relentless.
Furuya pulled Shiho off the desk, turning her around to face away from him. Gripping her hips firmly, he bent her forward over the desk, pressing her chest against the wood. Lifting her skirt, he pulled her hips high and parted her legs wide.
"Stay in this position, Miyano-san," Furuya growled close to her ear, his tone commanding.
Skipping any extra buildup, Furuya lined himself up against her slick core. With one hard, sharp thrust, he drove all the way in—filling her completely to the limit in one rough motion.
"Ahhh!" Shiho gasped out loud as pain and pleasure mixed together, her fingers digging into the edge of the desk.
There was no time for gentleness. The pressure of limited time turned Furuya's movements into a fast, punishing pace.
He gripped her hips tight, using them as leverage to unleash rough, deep thrusts. Every strike hit her inner walls all the way to the deepest point, shattering her last remaining sanity. The wet, slapping sound of skin against skin echoed loudly.
"F-Furuya-san... aah! This is... too—"
Shiho's words were cut off by another deep drive. Instead of backing down, her body gave in to instinct. Shiho began pushing her hips back to meet him, matching his frantic pace with a desperate rhythm of her own.
Her reaction only fueled Furuya's competitive edge. He rasped, angling his pelvis to speed up the tempo to the absolute limit.
"You like this, don't you?" Furuya rasped against her neck, his hot breath searing her skin while his hand reached around to cup her breast. "Look at how good you are for me, Miyano-san..."
The frantic friction brought them both to the edge in seconds. Shiho's inner walls pulsed tightly around him, signaling a second climax.
"I-I'm... aahhh! Furuya-san!" Shiho cried out, her entire body locking up as her peak shattered over her.
As she clamped down on him, Furuya groaned loudly. He gave three final, deep thrusts before spilling his heat deep inside her.
He slumped against her back, pressing kisses onto her shoulder as they both fought for air.
Slowly, Furuya pulled himself out, a thick, white trail dripping from him while the heat he had spilled inside Shiho began to slowly spill over. But before they could even breathe through the exhaustion, reality yanked them right back to the moment.
His phone reminded him of his son, while Shiho remembered the risk—her office door wasn't locked, and colleagues were likely around. From the very start, they had to be quick.
Without a word, they moved quickly to fix their clothes. Furuya pulled up his pants and jacket, while Shiho hastily rebuttoned her shirt with trembling hands.
As Furuya re-tied his necktie, he glanced at Shiho with an earnest, apologetic look.
"I'm sorry for losing control like that..." Furuya said. Pausing, he added in a calmer tone, "But you don't have to worry. I had a vasectomy years ago, after my wife passed away. You don't have to worry about carrying my second child."
Shiho stopped at her last button and offered a faint smile. The lingering awkwardness evaporated.
"I figured as much," Shiho replied smoothly, tidying her hair. "Besides, you're hardly the type to be careless about something like that."
Furuya smiled, relieved. Once they ensured they looked presentable, Furuya walked toward the door.
Right before turning the knob, he stepped back toward Shiho to plant a brief, sweet kiss on her lips.
"We'll talk about this properly later," Furuya whispered. "I need to get home to my son now. I'll call you tonight."
Shiho leaned her hips against the desk, a coy smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.
"So, did you enjoy working with me, Officer?" Shiho teased softly.
Furuya chuckled softly, giving her one last look before opening the door. "The most memorable collaboration of my entire career, Head of Research."
The heavy wooden door shut tight, leaving Shiho alone in her quiet office once more—with a clear smile lingering on her face.