A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 150: A Dangerous Game ( 150 )

Chapter 150: A Dangerous Game ( 150 )

Kyouko giggled softly, her smile glowing as she leaned into him.

"Naughty boy~" she whispered, brushing her nose against his.

Haruki laughed quietly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer, bare skin against bare skin.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

"So..." he whispered.

"Bear my child?"

Kyouko gasped softly, eyes wide—but her smile didn’t fade.

"No~" she said quickly, playful and flustered.

"Cannot~!"

Haruki laughed, his forehead gently bumping hers.

"Why not~?"

Kyouko pouted, then buried her face in his chest.

"Because I’m already someone’s mother, silly."

"Then be mine too," Haruki whispered into her hair, holding her tightly.

"Be the mother of my child... and the woman I come home to."

Kyouko’s smile faded into something softer. Quieter. Deeper.

She didn’t answer right away.

"That’s a heavy request, Haruki~" she said softly, her voice teasing.

Haruki looked up at her, calm but serious.

"I know."

She let out a quiet breath, lowering her gaze.

"You say it so easily... but you know what it means, don’t you?"

Haruki reached up, his hand resting lightly over hers.

"It means I want you. Completely."

"You already have me," Kyouko whispered.

"Isn’t that enough?"

Haruki pulled her down gently, their foreheads touching.

"I’m greedy."

Kyouko smiled again, but this time it was softer. Sadder.

She kissed his nose.

"Greedy boy."

"We both have spouses... so we shouldn’t think about things like that right now~"

Haruki didn’t respond right away.

He only nodded faintly, one hand softly stroking her back.

"Mm..."

There was silence between them.

"You should make your wife pregnant instead."

Haruki let out a small breath, his fingers slowing.

"...She doesn’t want it."

Kyouko tilted her face slightly, brushing her lips against his collarbone, smiling quietly.

"Oh?"

She glanced up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"So you want me to carry your child instead?"

Her voice dropped—soft, sultry.

"Naughty~"

Haruki’s eyes darkened with longing.

But she only giggled softly, pressing her finger to his lips before he could say more.

"Don’t say it... I might not be able to pretend anymore if you do."

Kyouko was still naked beneath the thin blanket, curled against Haruki’s chest when her phone lit up and buzzed across the nearby table.

She reached for it casually—expecting Satomi, maybe Keiko.

But when she saw the name...

Her fingers froze.

Satoshi.

Her husband.

The man who almost never called her.

Not even when she was sick.

Her breath caught.

Haruki stirred beneath her, his eyes glancing up. But before she could react, he moved—sliding his hands down her hips and pressing his penis between her legs again.

"H-Haruki...!" she whispered, panicked.

But her voice didn’t stop him.

He kissed along her neck, possessive and slow.

"Answer it," he growled into her skin.

"Let him hear how good I make you feel."

Her hand trembled.

She pressed "accept" and brought the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" she said, her voice shaky but composed.

"Hello." Satoshi’s voice was dry. Distant.

"Do you need something?"

That was when Haruki shoved his penis into her.

Kyouko’s mouth parted, let out soft moan.

Her whole body trembled, but she held the phone steady... and with a flick of her thumb, she tapped speaker mode.

Haruki stilled, then slammed in deeper.

She bit her lip hard—but a soft, breathy sound escaped her.

"Kyouko?"

"Yes...?"

"What are you doing?"

Her breath was uneven, but she smiled.

"Massaging. There’s a machine here in the house."

Haruki moved again—rougher now, his hips pressing deeper, and the sound of skin gently slapping echoed faintly through the room.

Satoshi paused.

"...Don’t make that kind of noise when massaging."

Kyouko’s smile deepened.

"But it feels good," she replied, her voice honey-sweet over the call.

Another thrust. Louder. Wet. Slick.

"Kyouko?"

"Mm?" she purred.

"What was that sound just now?"

Kyouko glanced at Haruki with a flicker of daring in her eyes.

"I don’t know... probably your son-in-law. He’s in the kitchen. Maybe cooking something..."

"Oh."

Haruki moved harder.

Another moan slipped out.

"Ugh... why do you keep making that voice?"

"What?" Kyouko replied softly.

"I told you... I’m just using the massage machine. The one in this house is... very effective."

Satoshi paused.

"...Anyway," he said finally, "there’s a dinner party next week. I need you to attend with me."

Haruki froze above her, eyes narrowed.

Kyouko blinked.

"Dinner... party?"

"Yes. It’s important. Some investors will be there. I need you beside me."

There was a pause on the line after Satoshi’s request.

Kyouko’s body tensed as Haruki moved deeper again, and she had to bite her lip before replying.

Her voice came out soft, breathy, trembling—but calm.

"I’m sorry... ah~... but Satomi called me before."

"Oh?" Satoshi said blandly.

Haruki thrust again—harder this time. Kyouko’s hips trembled beneath the blanket, but she kept her tone even.

"She asked me to... mmm... keep an eye on her husband."

Another pause.

"I see."

"Why not bring Satomi instead?" she whispered, her breath hitching deliberately.

Satoshi’s voice didn’t even shift.

"Oh. That will do."

Haruki gave a low grunt—quiet, territorial—and drove into her again, making Kyouko shiver.

Satoshi, oblivious, asked flatly:

"What exactly are you massaging?"

Kyouko closed her eyes, a daring smile blooming on her lips.

She pressed the phone closer to her mouth.

"My body..." she whispered.

Then, louder:

"This machine... it’s too good~"

Her voice dripped with layered sweetness.

And Haruki—he heard it all.

He moved again, rougher this time, his hand gripping her thigh as if to say "Mine."

Kyouko let out a shaky breath, toes curling.

"I might be sore for days," she added.

"Sore? From massaging?" Satoshi asked, his tone flat.

Kyouko bit her lip, the tremble in her breath barely restrained as Haruki thrust again—deep and deliberate.

"Mm... I set the setting to maximum~" she replied softly, her voice carrying that playful lilt, velveted by pleasure.

"Oh."

Haruki’s hand slid up her side, his grip tightening, as he leaned in and pressed hot kisses along her neck.

Kyouko’s thighs trembled. Her body arched. But she held the phone close, lips parting just enough.

"Do you... mm... need anything else?"

There was a pause.

"No," Satoshi finally said, voice irritated.

"And stop with those weird noises. It’s creepy."

Kyouko’s eyes widened at that moment.

Because right then—Haruki hit her just right.

The wave surged through her, sudden and overwhelming.

Her breath caught.

"Mm... okay~"

Her voice was sweet. Obedient. Perfectly timed.

But her eyes were wide, her body trembling uncontrollably, her climax rolling through her in silence... while Satoshi spoke of meetings and appearances.

Haruki held her tightly, burying his face against her neck as she shuddered in his arms.

( End Of Chapter )

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