Hahari Hanazono | The 100 Girlfriends Who Really Really Really Really Really Love You

The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the meticulously maintained garden of the Hanazono estate, a place of quiet grandeur that Hahari Hanazono so often found herself retreating to. Today, however, the usual serenity was tinged with a palpable, simmering anticipation. Rentaro Aijou, the one boy who had managed to capture the hearts of so many, was here. Not just as a guest, but as the focus of Hahari’s burgeoning affections, a fact that sent tremors of both excitement and delicious nervousness through her. She adjusted the crisp pleats of her school uniform's pink skirt, the familiar fabric feeling suddenly intimate against her skin, a stark contrast to the overwhelming warmth blooming in her chest. Her thoughts, usually so sharp and focused on her family’s business, were now a delightful tangle of anticipation, her mind replaying every shared glance, every stolen touch with Rentaro.

Hahari was known for her stoic demeanor, her formidable intelligence, and her unwavering dedication to her family. Yet, with Rentaro, that carefully constructed facade had begun to crumble, revealing a deeper, more passionate woman beneath. She found herself drawn to his unwavering kindness, his genuine affection for all his girlfriends, and the unique way he saw her, not just as the heiress of the Hanazono Zaibatsu, but as Hahari, a woman with desires and a heart that yearned for something more. The weight of her responsibilities often felt like a heavy cloak, but Rentaro’s presence was like a warm sunbeam, thawing the frost and allowing her true self to emerge.

She strolled along a winding path, the scent of blooming roses filling the air, a perfume that seemed to mirror the fragrance of her own blossoming feelings. The rustle of her skirt, the soft click of her sensible shoes on the gravel – these sounds were amplified in the quiet, each one a testament to her heightened senses. Her gaze drifted towards the grand veranda, where Rentaro was expected to arrive shortly. She imagined his smile, the way his eyes would light up when he saw her, and a flush crept up her neck, warming her cheeks. The thought of being alone with him, away from the prying eyes and busy schedules of the others, was intoxicating. She envisioned a quiet afternoon, just the two of them, a chance to truly explore the depth of their connection, a connection that had already begun to ignite a spark of desire within her.

As if summoned by her thoughts, a familiar, cheerful voice echoed through the garden. "Hahari-san! I'm here!" Rentaro’s energetic greeting cut through the tranquil air, and Hahari’s heart gave a joyful leap. She turned, her eyes immediately finding him, his usual energetic aura radiating outwards. He was wearing a simple, casual outfit, but to Hahari, he looked impossibly handsome. The thought of the twenty-one girlfriends he was already balancing, and the ones still to come, usually gave her pause, but in this moment, with him standing before her, those concerns faded into the background. All that mattered was the immediate present, the shared space, and the undeniable pull between them.

He approached her with his characteristic open smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I apologize for being a little late, Hahari-san. The traffic was quite… eventful." Hahari couldn't help but let out a soft, amused laugh, a sound that rarely escaped her lips in such a carefree manner. "It is quite alright, Rentaro-kun. I was enjoying the peace and quiet of the gardens." She gestured subtly, inviting him to walk with her. As they ambled side-by-side, the conversation flowed effortlessly, touching upon trivial matters of their respective days, but beneath the surface, a current of unspoken emotions ran strong. Hahari found herself stealing glances at him, noticing the curve of his lips, the kindness in his eyes, the way his hair fell across his forehead. Each detail was etched into her memory, fueling the growing desire that pulsed within her.

They reached a secluded gazebo nestled amongst a vibrant rose trellis, its petals a riot of crimson and blush pink. The air here was thick with fragrance, and the soft dappled sunlight created an intimate, almost otherworldly atmosphere. Hahari felt a shy smile play on her lips. "This is a rather… romantic spot, wouldn't you agree, Rentaro-kun?" Rentaro turned to her, his gaze softening as he met her eyes. The playful glint that was often in his eyes when he was with his other girlfriends was replaced by something deeper, a genuine admiration that made Hahari’s breath catch in her throat. "Indeed, Hahari-san. It’s… perfect." The way he lingered on the word, the subtle emphasis, made Hahari’s heart flutter like a trapped bird. She could feel the heat rising within her, a delicious warmth that began to spread from her core.

Rentaro reached out, his fingers gently brushing against hers as he helped her step over a small ornamental stone. The contact, fleeting as it was, sent a jolt of electricity through Hahari. She looked down at his hand, then back up at his face, her gaze questioning and full of burgeoning desire. Rentaro’s eyes held hers, a silent conversation passing between them. He saw the unspoken longing in her expression, the subtle tremor in her hands, and he understood. The usual playful banter that characterized his interactions with his other girlfriends was absent. Here, with Hahari, there was a different kind of intimacy, a quiet understanding that transcended words.

He gently cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking the smooth skin just beneath her eye. Hahari leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment, savoring the feeling. "Hahari-san," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through her. "You're… so beautiful." The sincerity in his voice, the raw admiration, made her heart pound against her ribs. She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his, and she saw a reflection of her own desire in their depths. The romantic tension, so carefully cultivated, was reaching a breaking point, a precipice from which there was no turning back.

Hahari’s breath hitched as Rentaro’s gaze lowered, his eyes tracing the line of her collarbone, then the gentle swell of her breasts beneath the fabric of her blouse. She could feel the fabric of her bra pressing against her skin, a stark reminder of the exquisite curves beneath. Her nipples, already sensitive, hardened further at his unspoken attention, a traitorous sign of her arousal. She felt a faint dampness between her legs, a tell-tale sign of her body’s eager response to his proximity and his unspoken desire.

"Rentaro-kun," she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with a tremor of anticipation. His hand slid from her cheek, down her neck, his fingers tracing the delicate pulse point there. The simple touch sent shivers down her spine. He then gently moved his hand to her shoulder, his gaze never leaving hers. Hahari’s pink skirt felt impossibly short, and she could feel the whisper of her delicate panties against her inner thighs. The thought of Rentaro’s hands, so gentle yet so firm, exploring her body, sent a wave of heat through her. Her mind raced with images, fantasies that had been lurking in the shadows of her consciousness now coming to the forefront, demanding to be acknowledged.

Rentaro’s fingers began to work at the buttons of her blouse, each one undoing slowly, deliberately. Hahari watched his hands, mesmerized, her heart hammering against her ribs. The fabric parted, revealing the lace trim of her bra, a delicate pink that matched her hair and her skirt. Rentaro’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of pure admiration in their depths. He reached out, his fingertips lightly brushing against the lace, and Hahari gasped, a soft, involuntary sound of pleasure. Her breasts, already prominent, seemed to swell with anticipation, the tips of her nipples pressing against the fabric, yearning for his touch.

"Your… your chest, Hahari-san," Rentaro murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "They are… magnificent." He paused, his gaze lingering on her ample cleavage, the soft curves and the tantalizing glimpse of the pale skin beneath. Hahari’s face was flushed a deep crimson, but she made no move to stop him. Instead, she found herself leaning slightly forward, as if offering herself to his gaze. The feeling of being desired so intensely by him was an intoxicating sensation, a potent aphrodisiac that made her feel both vulnerable and incredibly powerful.

Rentaro’s hand moved to the clasp of her bra, his movements slow and deliberate. Hahari held her breath as he unhooked it, the slight pressure releasing her breasts. They spilled forth, soft and full, her nipples hardening instantly in the open air. Rentaro let out a soft sigh of awe. He reached out, his calloused palms cupping her breasts, his thumbs gently stroking the sensitive tips. Hahari arched her back, her head tilting back, a moan escaping her lips. The sensation was almost unbearable, a potent mix of pleasure and longing that sent waves of heat coursing through her entire body. Her pussy throbbed with a deep, insistent ache, her panties suddenly feeling like a suffocating barrier.

“Rentaro-kun…” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her décolletage, then moving lower, to the curve of her breast. He nuzzled into her, inhaling her scent, a delicate blend of rose and her own unique fragrance. Hahari shuddered, her fingers clenching the fabric of her skirt. She wanted more. She wanted his mouth on her, his tongue exploring every inch of her, teasing and igniting her senses. Her nipples felt like tiny hard pebbles, aching for his attention, and she found herself subtly pressing them against his rough stubble, a silent plea for him to continue.

Rentaro’s lips found one of her nipples, and he gently took it into his mouth, suckling softly. Hahari cried out, a sound of pure ecstasy. Her legs felt weak, and she braced herself against the gazebo’s railing. His tongue flicked and swirled around her nipple, teasing and tormenting her, drawing out moans of pleasure that she couldn’t suppress. She could feel the wetness between her legs intensifying, a deep, pooling sensation that was driving her to the brink. Her fingers tightened their grip on her skirt, her knuckles turning white. She wanted him to feel her arousal, to know how much she was craving him.

He moved to her other breast, repeating his exquisite ministrations. Hahari’s body trembled uncontrollably. The sun dappled through the leaves, casting a sensual glow on their intertwined bodies. She felt a desperate need to be closer to him, to feel his skin against hers, to experience the full intensity of their connection. Her mind raced with unspoken desires, with the longing to explore not just the surface of their passions, but the depths. She yearned for the intimacy that only true physical union could provide. She wanted to feel his hardness pressing against her, to know the pleasure of their bodies becoming one.

Rentaro finally pulled away, his eyes bright with passion as he gazed at her flushed face, her heaving chest, her parted lips. He could see the raw desire radiating from her, a testament to his skill and the depth of her feelings for him. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the hem of her pink skirt. Hahari’s breath hitched. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of delicious anticipation coursed through her. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, her eyes locked on his.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Rentaro lifted her skirt. Hahari instinctively crossed her legs, a flash of shyness despite her arousal. But Rentaro’s gentle smile reassured her. He continued to lift the skirt, revealing her legs, clad in sheer stockings, and then, her delicate pink panties. Her vulva was clearly visible, swollen and glistening with her arousal. Rentaro’s gaze was filled with wonder and admiration. He gently parted the lace, his fingers hovering over her entrance. Hahari’s knees trembled, and she instinctively spread her legs wider, a silent invitation.

“You’re so beautiful, Hahari-san,” Rentaro whispered again, his voice laced with reverence. He gently traced the rim of her vulva with his fingertip, and Hahari gasped, arching her back. The sensitive skin there was exquisitely sensitive, and his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. He continued to caress her, his fingers expertly finding her clitoris, pressing and rubbing with just the right amount of pressure. Hahari moaned loudly, her hands clutching his shoulders as she rode the wave of pleasure.

“Ahhh, Rentaro-kun… please… I… I want you…” she panted, her voice strained. Rentaro’s eyes met hers, a shared understanding passing between them. He saw the desperate longing in her gaze, the raw need that mirrored his own. He carefully lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste her. Hahari cried out again, her body jolting as his tongue found her clitoris, swirling and licking with a precision that sent her spiraling. Her moans became louder, more desperate, as she felt herself approaching the precipice of an orgasm. She gripped his head, urging him on, her hips bucking against his mouth.

“No… don’t stop… ahhh… yes…” she gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants. She felt her climax building, an overwhelming tidal wave of pleasure washing over her. Her muscles tensed, her body convulsed, and she cried out Rentaro’s name as her orgasm consumed her. Her entire body shook, and she felt a delicious release, a sweet, pulsing aftershock that left her weak and trembling. Rentaro continued to pleasure her, his tongue working its magic even as she climaxed, prolonging the exquisite sensation.

When the last tremors subsided, Hahari collapsed against the railing, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Rentaro looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and concern. He gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. "Are you alright, Hahari-san?" he asked softly.

Hahari, still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, could only nod, a weak smile gracing her lips. "Yes… I… I am… more than alright, Rentaro-kun." She looked at him, her heart overflowing with a new, deeper affection. The vulnerability she had shown, the raw passion she had revealed, felt not like a weakness, but like a profound act of trust and intimacy. She knew then that her feelings for Rentaro were far beyond mere affection; they were a deep, consuming love that was only just beginning to blossom.

Rentaro gently helped her to her feet, his hands still warm and lingering on her body. He looked at her pink skirt, her flushed face, her slightly disheveled blouse, and a playful smile returned to his lips, tinged with a new depth. "Hahari-san," he began, his voice a warm rumble, "that was… truly extraordinary." He then looked down at her panties, still slightly damp from her climax, and then back up at her, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Perhaps," he continued, a mischievous twinkle appearing, "we should explore some of the other… possibilities… you possess?"

Hahari’s eyes widened, a blush returning to her cheeks, but this time, it was a blush of eager anticipation. The idea of further exploration, of delving deeper into the physical intimacies she had just experienced, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Her pussy still tingled, and she could feel the lingering moisture between her legs, a testament to her arousal. The thought of Rentaro’s hands, his mouth, his body, exploring her more intimately, of experiencing the joining of their bodies in a way that was even more profound, filled her with a thrilling sense of possibility. She looked at him, her gaze filled with a newfound boldness.

“Rentaro-kun,” she said, her voice a little stronger this time, laced with a hint of playful challenge. “If you are brave enough to handle all that I have to offer…” She paused, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Then I am certainly brave enough to accept whatever delights you wish to bestow upon me.” She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her gaze never leaving his. The romantic tension had given way to a raw, potent desire, a mutual hunger that was palpable between them. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her soul, that this was just the beginning of their passionate journey, a journey that would be filled with love, desire, and the exquisite exploration of their shared intimacy.

Rentaro’s smile widened, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He gently cupped Hahari’s face, his thumbs stroking her soft cheeks. "Then let us begin, Hahari-san," he murmured, his gaze dropping to her slightly parted lips. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was at once tender and full of a burning, burgeoning passion. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, of promises yet to be fulfilled, and of a love that was destined to be as intense and all-consuming as the passion they had just unleashed.

As their kiss deepened, Hahari felt the familiar constriction of her panties. The sheer fabric, so delicate and inviting, suddenly felt like a barrier to the ultimate intimacy. She wanted Rentaro to feel her, all of her, without anything in between. Her hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, moved lower, her fingers finding the waistband of her skirt. With a bold, uncharacteristic move, she reached down and, with a slight tug, began to slide her pink panties down her hips. Rentaro’s eyes widened slightly as he felt the fabric lower, revealing the entirety of her moist, waiting pussy to him. The soft pink lace pooled around her thighs, a stark contrast to the glistening arousal it had contained.

Hahari’s breathing grew shallow, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt Rentaro’s fingers trace the soft folds of her vulva, then gently press against her entrance. The sensation was electrifying, sending jolts of pure pleasure through her entire body. Her pussy felt incredibly sensitive, throbbing with an insatiable need for his touch, for his hardness. She wanted to feel him inside her, to experience the ultimate union, the joining of their bodies in a way that would solidify their connection.

"Rentaro-kun," she panted, her voice husky with desire. "I… I want you… inside me. All of me." Her hips instinctively arched towards his hand, a clear invitation. Rentaro’s gaze met hers, his eyes filled with a deep, reverent desire. He saw the raw passion in her expression, the uninhibited need that mirrored his own. He looked down at her glistening pussy, then back up at her flushed face, and a slow, confident smile spread across his lips. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the palpable scent of her arousal filling the air.

He gently guided her towards the soft, plush cushions of the gazebo’s seating area, the late afternoon sun casting a warm, golden glow over them. Hahari, still partially clad, felt a thrill of daring mixed with the overwhelming tide of her desire. Rentaro followed, his gaze never leaving her. He knelt before her, his eyes holding hers. Hahari, with a boldness that surprised even herself, spread her legs wider, exposing her throbbing pussy to his eager gaze. The sight of her, so open and vulnerable, yet radiating such power and passion, sent a jolt of pure excitement through Rentaro.

He then turned his attention to her anal region, his gaze lingering on the delicate pink folds. Hahari felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of shyness and a burgeoning curiosity. She had never explored that part of herself with such intensity, but with Rentaro, she felt a sense of absolute trust, a willingness to surrender to his desires and explore new realms of pleasure together. Rentaro, sensing her slight hesitation, gently whispered, "May I, Hahari-san? May I explore your… backdoor?"

Hahari took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked into Rentaro’s earnest eyes, saw the sincere desire and respect there, and nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Rentaro-kun. Please… explore. With me." Her voice, though soft, was filled with a newfound strength and willingness. Rentaro’s smile widened, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and anticipation. He gently spread her buttocks, his fingers tracing the delicate skin around her anus. Hahari gasped, a sensation of unfamiliar pleasure tingling through her.

Rentaro then moved his hand lower, his fingers gently pressing against her anal opening. Hahari clenched her jaw, a faint discomfort quickly replaced by a strange, tantalizing sensation. Rentaro’s fingers, soft and warm, began to gently probe, easing their way into her. Hahari moaned softly, her hips instinctively moving against his hand, a silent encouragement. She felt a strange, deep pressure building, a sensation that was both alien and surprisingly pleasurable. Rentaro’s touch was expert, always gentle, always mindful of her comfort, yet undeniably stimulating.

As his fingers continued to explore, Hahari felt a new kind of arousal building within her, a deeper, more primal yearning. Her pussy pulsed in response, the pleasure radiating from her anus intertwining with the already intense sensations there. She felt herself teetering on the edge of another orgasm, a more profound, more encompassing one. Rentaro, sensing her heightened arousal, continued his ministrations, his touch becoming more confident, more exploratory.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving Hahari trembling with a mixture of anticipation and exquisite pleasure. Her anal lips felt sensitive and tingly, a testament to his exploration. Rentaro then looked at her, his eyes filled with a deep, adoring love. He gently kissed her lips, a kiss that promised much more. "Hahari-san," he murmured, his voice husky. "You are truly… magnificent. And I want to experience… everything… with you." He then lowered his head again, his gaze sweeping over her glistening pussy, then down to her still-exposed anal region. "May I continue to explore?" he asked, his voice laced with a desperate, yet respectful, plea.

Hahari, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their intimate exploration, could only nod, her eyes shining with a mixture of passion and surrender. "Yes, Rentaro-kun," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Show me… everything. Take me… completely." Her hips shifted, a subtle invitation for him to continue his exploration, to delve deeper into the pleasures they had just begun to uncover. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long, sensual shadows across the gazebo, a perfect backdrop for the passionate encounter that was about to unfold.

Rentaro, his heart filled with a profound sense of love and desire for Hahari, gently spread her buttocks once more. He then leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her anal lips. Hahari gasped, a wave of heat spreading through her. She felt his tongue, soft and wet, trace the delicate contours of her anus. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, a strange yet intensely pleasurable tingling that spread throughout her entire body. Her pussy throbbed in response, an insistent ache that demanded Rentaro’s attention.

“Ahhh… Rentaro-kun…” she moaned, her voice strained with pleasure and a hint of newfound vulnerability. Rentaro continued his ministrations, his tongue working its magic with a skillful, unhurried precision. Hahari’s body arched instinctively, her hips bucking against his mouth, a desperate plea for more. She felt herself spiraling towards another orgasm, this one even more intense, more profound than the last. Her anal muscles clenched and unclenched involuntarily, responding to the exquisite stimulation.

“Yes… please… don’t stop…” she panted, her voice barely audible. Her climax washed over her in a tidal wave of pure ecstasy, her body trembling uncontrollably. She felt a deep, pulsating release that left her weak and breathless. Rentaro continued to pleasure her, his tongue teasing and swirling, prolonging the exquisite sensation until the last tremors subsided.

When Hahari finally caught her breath, she leaned back against Rentaro, her body limp and satiated. He gently kissed her forehead, his gaze filled with adoration. "You are incredible, Hahari-san," he whispered. "Truly, truly incredible."

Hahari, still reeling from the intensity of her experience, felt a profound sense of gratitude and love for Rentaro. He had shown her a new depth of pleasure, a new facet of her own sensuality, and she was eternally grateful. She looked at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy and overwhelming affection. "And you, Rentaro-kun," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You are… everything."

With a shared understanding, Rentaro gently turned Hahari around, positioning her so that she was kneeling, her back to him. Her pink skirt had been pushed up earlier, revealing her bare buttocks and the still-sensitive anal region. Her pussy, still glistening from their earlier encounter, was also fully exposed.

He then reached for her panties, which had been discarded nearby. With a gentle, almost reverent touch, he slid them back onto her hips, but this time, he pulled them down just enough to expose her vulva, leaving her anal region accessible. Hahari felt a renewed wave of heat at the subtle adjustment, a promise of further intimacy.

Rentaro then positioned himself behind her, his body pressing against hers. Hahari felt the hardness of his erection against her thigh, and a fresh wave of arousal surged through her. She could feel his breath on her neck, and it sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Rentaro’s hands gently cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, which were already hard and sensitive.

"Ready for more, Hahari-san?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear. Hahari, her breath coming in shallow gasps, could only nod, her entire body trembling with anticipation. She felt his fingers gently spread her buttocks once more, and then, with a slow, deliberate push, she felt the undeniable pressure of his erection against her anal opening.

Hahari cried out, a mix of pleasure and the initial shock of penetration. Rentaro paused, his hands resting on her hips, allowing her to adjust. "I'm here, Hahari-san. Just relax," he whispered, his voice soothing and reassuring. Hahari took a deep breath, focusing on the sensations, on the incredible feeling of Rentaro filling her. She felt him slowly, steadily, begin to push deeper. The pressure was intense, but not painful. It was a deep, satisfying fullness that spread through her, an overwhelming sensation of being completely taken.

As Rentaro continued to thrust, Hahari’s moans grew louder, more insistent. The pleasure was building, an intense, all-consuming sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. Her pussy throbbed in response, her clitoris tingling with an almost unbearable sensitivity. She could feel the friction of his shaft against her inner thighs, the intense pressure of his thrusts deep within her. Her anal muscles clenched and unclenched involuntarily, responding to the rhythm of his movements.

“Ahhh… Rentaro-kun… yes… oh, yes…” she panted, her voice strained. She arched her back, her hips meeting his thrusts with an equal fervor. Rentaro grunted, his own pleasure evident in the rough sounds escaping his lips. He could feel Hahari’s body responding to him, her anal muscles gripping him tightly, her pussy slick and eager. He pushed deeper, his movements becoming more urgent, more passionate.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, a dance of pure, unadulterated passion. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the gazebo, a symphony of moans, gasps, and whispered endearments. Hahari felt herself nearing the brink of another, even more intense orgasm. The combination of the deep anal penetration and the intense stimulation of her pussy was overwhelming, sending waves of pure ecstasy through her.

“Rentaro-kun!” she cried out, her voice cracking with pleasure. “I’m… I’m going to…” Her climax consumed her, a violent, earth-shattering release that left her weak and trembling. Her body convulsed around Rentaro, her anal muscles squeezing him tightly, her pussy pulsing with aftershocks. Rentaro grunted, his own climax imminent. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within her, his own pleasure mirroring hers, and let out a deep, guttural cry as he released himself into her.

They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. The sun had finally set, casting a warm, dusky glow over the garden. Hahari leaned back against Rentaro, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She felt a profound sense of peace and contentment, a love so deep and all-encompassing that it brought tears to her eyes.

“I love you, Rentaro-kun,” she whispered, her voice raspy with emotion. Rentaro held her tighter, his lips pressing against her hair. “I love you too, Hahari-san,” he murmured. “More than you know.” And in the quiet solitude of the gazebo, surrounded by the lingering scent of roses and the warmth of their shared passion, Hahari Hanazono knew, with an unshakeable certainty, that she had found her true love, her soulmate, in the one boy who had managed to steal her heart, and her body, completely.