A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 140: Behind Closed Doors ( 140 )

Chapter 140: Behind Closed Doors ( 140 )

As Haruki drove past the local supermarket, he glanced at the storefront and slowed down briefly.

Hmm... maybe I should stop and pick up some groceries...

But then he smiled, fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel.

"No," he murmured to himself. "Better if I bring Kyouko along."

It wasn’t just about buying food—it was the thought of walking the aisles beside her, letting her choose the ingredients, maybe even teasing her gently when she tried to reach for something on the top shelf. The way she smiled when he did those small things—it was addicting.

He continued driving, the engine humming as his thoughts drifted.

Tomorrow’s schedule is free again, he remembered. Flexible, just like before.

His smile widened.

Maybe we should go somewhere. Just the two of us. Somewhere far enough that we can stay the night. A day and night of just us.

The thought made his blood stir.

He couldn’t wait to see her in casual clothes again, couldn’t wait to hug her from behind, watch her laugh at something small, maybe feed him again with her lips like she did at the café.

And then, he thought, I’ll take her slowly. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere romantic. Somewhere I can truly... ravish her.

He felt his heart beat faster at the idea.

Tonight, I’ll ask her where she wants to go.

Haruki pulled into the driveway and gently brought the car to a stop. The soft hum of the engine faded away, replaced by the calming whisper of the nearby sea breeze.

As he stepped out and closed the door, the front door of the house opened quietly with a gentle creak.

And there she was.

Kyouko.

Bathed in the warm glow of the entranceway, wearing a soft pastel apron over her dress. Her long, silky hair was neatly tucked behind her ear, and her lips curved into a gentle smile—the kind that could melt away any weight from his day.

She waved at him gracefully, her elegant, slightly shy gesture that always made his chest tighten.

His beautiful girl.

His Kyouko.

So poised. So feminine. So perfect.

She walked toward him, her steps light and almost gliding. Haruki stood still, unable to speak—simply watching, drinking her in.

Without a word, she reached for his coat, gently sliding it off his shoulders.

Then she took his work bag from his hand, her soft fingers brushing against his palm.

"Welcome home, honey~," she said softly, her warm voice rising just to his ears as she looked up into his eyes.

Her smile deepened. "Are you hungry?"

She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering, teasing—sweet and mischievous.

"Dinner? A bath? Or..."

She stood on her tiptoes, her lips almost brushing his ear.

"...or me~?"

Haruki hesitated for a moment.

He was too stunned.

Too in love.

Too turned on by her scent, her voice, her warmth.

His fingers curled slowly around her waist, pulling her a little closer.

"I want..." he whispered, his lips near her temple.

"...you."

Haruki leaned down, gently cupping Kyouko’s cheek in his hand. Their eyes locked—his filled with longing, hers shimmering with warmth—and then their lips met.

At first, softly.

Just a gentle, tender press, slow and gentle.

But as her breath trembled, Haruki deepened the kiss, tasting her more hungrily. His hand slid behind her waist, pulling her closer. Her warmth, her scent—it was impossible to resist after being away from her all day.

Yet just as the kiss started to heat up, Kyouko softly placed her hand on his chest and broke it, her cheeks pink, her breath slightly shaky.

She took his hand and looked up at him with a gentle, graceful smile.

"We shouldn’t kiss in front of your house like that..." she whispered, glancing nervously down the quiet street. "What if my mother walks by? Or my father... or one of my siblings? Even my cousin could pass here."

Haruki chuckled, letting her gently pull him toward the door.

"Are you worried?"

"No," she murmured. "I just don’t want anyone to see how much I love being yours."

With that, she opened the door and led him inside, still holding his hand.

"I missed you so much, Kyouko."

His voice was soft, deep with longing, full of a craving only she could ignite. His eyes met hers—hungry, tender, helplessly drawn.

Kyouko smiled, as graceful as ever. She tilted her head slightly, her voice teasing like a silk whisper.

"Naughty boy... missing your mother-in-law so much~?"

Haruki’s reply was a slow, wolfish smile—utterly smitten.

He leaned down again without a word and captured her lips once more.

This time, it was no gentle greeting. His kiss was deep, full of longing. Their mouths moved with familiar ease, yet every touch still sent sparks through them. Kyouko melted into him, her hands resting softly on his chest.

Their breath mingled as her fingers slowly slid behind his neck, holding him close. When they finally parted, she was breathless, flushed.

She looked up at him with those soft, shining eyes.

"You really missed me that much?" she whispered.

Haruki brushed his forehead against hers and smiled.

"More than I can say."

Kyouko’s fingers moved gracefully, one button at a time, undoing Haruki’s dress shirt with calm care. She didn’t rush—each motion was soft, gentle, teasing without meaning to be. Her touch lingered a moment too long at the center of his chest before she reached for the next button.

Haruki watched her with a grin, his eyes half-lidded, enjoying the view as much as the moment.

"Aumm... I like my girl like this," he murmured, his voice low and playful.

Smack!

Her hand tapped his side lightly.

"Naughty boy."

"Ouch..." Haruki chuckled, pretending to wince.

Kyouko rolled her eyes but smiled, her tone light.

"I was just taking off your shirt so I can wash it. Don’t go imagining anything weird."

Haruki leaned down, still grinning. "I didn’t imagine anything. You’re the one undressing me, remember?"

Kyouko gave him that classic graceful pout, turning away with his shirt in hand.

"I’ll go put this in the laundry."

Haruki watched her hips sway as she walked.

Kyouko placed the clothes neatly into the laundry basket, brushing her hands off with a soft sigh. Then she turned, her steps light as she made her way toward their bedroom. Inside, she opened the closet and pulled out a fresh towel, the soft fabric folded perfectly.

"Darling, go shower now," she called gently as she walked back out.

Haruki leaned on the doorframe, eyes gleaming with mischief. "How about we shower together?"

Kyouko gave him a knowing look. "No~ I’m sure we’ll end up doing sex inside."

Haruki chuckled and stepped forward, catching her hand. "Come on~"

"Kya~ no~" Kyouko giggled, playfully resisting as she lightly tapped his shoulder.

"Please~" His tone turned boyish, full of teasing charm.

She sighed dramatically but smiled. "Fine~ I’m going to get my towel and lock the door first, okay?"

"Mmm. I’ll wait at the shower," Haruki grinned, releasing her hand.

"Okay~" Kyouko turned around with a blush, her towel in hand and heart already fluttering.

( End Of Chapter )