A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 151: Ambitions in Motion ( 151 )

Chapter 151: Ambitions in Motion ( 151 )

Kyouko let out a soft, shuddering sigh as Haruki drove into her again—slow, deep.

Her hand trembled slightly as she held the phone near her mouth, her voice fluttering with pleasure disguised as politeness.

"Oohh~ this massage machine is really good~"

There was a pause.

Then Satoshi’s voice, flat with irritation:

"Ugh. I’m ending this call. You’re starting to sound crazy."

Kyouko smiled as Haruki gripped her waist and lifted her slightly.

"Okay~" she whispered sweetly.

And just as the call disconnected.

She raised her butt higher—

—and Haruki slammed into her hard.

Her mouth opened in a silent moan, her fingers digging into the couch cushions, her body shaking.

Inside Kyouko’s mind...

You didn’t even notice.

Your wife was being fucked—hard—while you talked about business and dinner parties.

You didn’t even hear the slick, wet sound between my thighs... the rhythm of skin slapping against skin.

You didn’t hear my trembling breaths. My voice breaking. My moans behind the sweetness.

You’ve never known this body.

But he does.

She looked back over her shoulder at Haruki—his face full of heat, love, and possession.

And I let him.

Over and over again.

Kyouko was on all fours, her body arched perfectly.

Her hair clung to her back, damp with sweat, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted.

Haruki gripped her waist tightly, his rhythm fierce and relentless, each thrust sending a wave through her spine.

"Don’t stop~" Kyouko moaned, her voice soft yet urgent.

"My period will come soon..." she whispered over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded, trembling.

"So release everything inside—don’t hold back."

Haruki groaned—low, guttural. His body slammed into hers, harder, deeper.

And then—

With a sharp, guttural cry, he pressed in as deep as he could—and released.

Kyouko’s eyes fluttered wide. Her whole body shivered, her arms nearly giving out as she felt him pulse inside her, warm and thick, flooding her with heat.

A breathless gasp left her lips.

She collapsed gently into the cushions, still trembling, her body filled and claimed.

Inside Kyouko’s heart...

Look, Satoshi...

He released everything inside your wife.

He held me tighter than you ever did...

He loves this body. This warmth. This tight, trembling core you never touched after Satomi was born.

He loves the way I react. The way I moan. The way I tighten around him when he fills me.

He loves me.

And I...

I love how big he is...

So big that my body shakes...

So deep that I forget how to breathe...

So perfect that I never want anything else inside me again...

Meanwhile, in Tokyo.

Inside the cold luxury of the Harusawa residence, the lights were dim, the silence thick.

Satoshi set his phone down on the table, exhaling through his nose.

Behind him, Satomi lay tangled in the sheets.

She turned her head lazily, her voice soft, almost a purr.

"Mm... Papa~"

"Yes?" he replied without looking.

"You called Mom?"

"Yes."

She rolled onto her side, her arms folding under her cheek as she watched him.

"Why? Why call her after you ravished me like that?"

"Nothing serious. I just wanted to check if she’s still watching over Haruki."

Satomi giggled, stretching like a spoiled cat.

"Mmm~ Papa... don’t worry."

She smiled smugly.

"With Mom there, Haruki won’t dare leave me for another woman."

Satoshi nodded slowly, expression unreadable.

"Good."

Satoshi’s voice was quiet, final.

He reached for the bedside light, but Satomi stopped him with a soft hand against his chest.

"We have to make sure Haruki won’t leave you," he said again.

Satomi smiled, her eyes playful, her voice warm and confident.

"Mm~ I know, Papa~"

She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips—unhurried, casual, like it was nothing unusual.

Then she rested her head on his shoulder, one arm draped across his chest.

"Now..." she whispered, "let’s go to sleep."

Her fingers lightly traced the outline of his collarbone.

"Tomorrow... you promised to take me somewhere, remember?"

Satoshi closed his eyes.

"I remember."

Still lying in bed, Satomi curled up against him, her arms wrapped tightly around his chest. Her breathing was slow, satisfied. Peaceful.

Satoshi, however, stared at the ceiling—his eyes open, sharp. Calculating.

Soon my company will rise even higher.

More contracts. More money. More control.

The Takahashi Group’s backing is everything. With the new deal secured.

Harusawa Corporation will expand—open more divisions, reach more cities.

The name will spread. Prestige will follow.

Me... and Satomi...

Our company will rise to the top.

We’ll leave behind the middle-tier competition. We’ll become something global.

A dynasty.

And Haruki...

As long as he stays married to Satomi, Yamashita will keep investing.

He’s a stepping stone. A tool. But a valuable one.

That’s why I asked Kyouko to watch him.

She’s loyal. Quiet. She’ll keep him steady. Keep him from wandering.

He turned his head slightly, glancing at the sleeping girl pressed to his side.

Satomi... she’s perfect for this.

Smart. Calm. Obedient when needed.

Our roles are set.

And when everything falls into place...

We’ll control it all.

As Satomi’s breath softened into sleep beside him, Satoshi remained wide awake, eyes still locked on the ceiling. The gears in his mind never stopped turning.

Always one step higher.

Always another target.

He thought of the Takahashi Group.

Secured.

Yamashita Corporation.

Tied through Haruki.

But there was one more name.

The third pillar.

A conglomerate only slightly smaller than the other two—still powerful enough to shift entire markets with a single signature.

If I could get them to invest...

Then Harusawa Corporation would rise to the top.

He remembered the offer.

A quiet dinner. A private conversation. The owner of the third group had smiled, glass in hand, and said it almost like a joke.

"If you let me have one night with your wife...

Consider my company invested."

At the time, Satoshi had chuckled.

But now, his fingers tapped slowly on the sheets.

He’s still interested in Kyouko.

Even after all these years...

She was still beautiful. Graceful. Impossibly youthful for her age.

The kind of woman who turned heads even in silence.

And the owner had noticed.

But how do I ensure he gets her? Satoshi mused.

She won’t agree. She’s too proud. Too proper.

Unless... I create a situation.

"Unless... I create a situation..."

Satoshi’s eyes narrowed, the ceiling above him nothing but a canvas for calculation.

How?

A thought surfaced.

Perhaps the dinner party with Fujiwara Group in two months...

Yes.

I could bring Kyouko along.

That man would be attending.

Still unmarried. Still powerful. Still clearly interested in her the last time their eyes met across a boardroom.

Satoshi let the idea settle, slow and deliberate.

If I make her come... make her look stunning... subtle... composed...

I can frame it as a business event. A social necessity. A request from Satomi, even.

He turned slightly toward the sleeping Satomi and exhaled.

And once she’s there...

Just a small push...

And I’ll have all three giants in my pocket.

He closed his eyes.

Smiling faintly.

( End Of Chapter )