A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 162: Pain and Passion ( 162 )

Chapter 162: Pain and Passion ( 162 )

As the elevator doors slid shut behind them, the quiet of the hallway wrapped around Kyouko and Haruki like a veil.

They walked side by side, the only sound their soft footsteps on the carpet.

Kyouko held the keycard gently, her thoughts drifting.

Why now...?

Why did my period come early?

They were here.

Alone.

Together.

If not for this...

We would’ve had a real honeymoon.

No guilt.

No rushing.

Just the two of them, all night, in each other’s arms.

She swallowed softly.

He would’ve kissed every inch of me.

Held me. Devoured me.

We would’ve made love until sunrise—again, and again.

Just imagining his touch made her skin feel warm.

We could’ve enjoyed each other’s bodies... completely.

Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the door.

She glanced at Haruki—he hadn’t said a word.

But she knew.

He was thinking the same thing.

The keycard beeped.

With a soft click, the door unlocked and slowly swung open.

The room was spacious and quiet, filled with natural light pouring in through a wide window overlooking the distant ocean.

Inside, two elegant beds stood side by side, separated by a polished wooden nightstand. Neutral tones, a soft rug, and the quiet hum of the air conditioning made the space feel calm.

Kyouko stepped in first, pulling her small suitcase behind her.

She looked at the beds... then turned to Haruki, eyes gently amused.

"So..." she asked softly,

"Do you want the left bed?"

A beat.

She smiled faintly.

"Or the right?"

Her voice was light,teasing.

Haruki raised an eyebrow, stepping in behind her and letting the door close with a soft thunk.

"Which one are you choosing?" he asked quietly.

Haruki smiled.

He stepped closer, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then leaned in and kissed her—deeply, warmly, completely.

His hands found her waist. One slid higher, cupping the soft curve of her breast through the fabric.

Kyouko melted into him, her fingers gently threading through his hair as she kissed him back, just as deeply.

When they finally parted, their foreheads remained close.

"Sorry, darling..." she whispered breathlessly, a touch of regret in her voice.

"I’m on my period right now... I’m really sorry."

He looked at her—calm, affectionate—and smiled again.

"Don’t worry about it."

But Kyouko searched his eyes.

She knew.

His desire for her wasn’t small.

It never had been.

"Really?" she asked again, more softly this time.

"Really. You’re here. That’s enough."

A pause.

She believed him.

But inside her heart, something stirred.

How can I satisfy him...

Even when I can’t give him everything?

She wanted to please him.

To show her love in more than just words.

But Haruki... he never asked. Never pressured.

Inside Kyouko’s mind, as she unpacked beside him, her fingers trembling slightly.

Maybe...

Maybe just tonight...

She glanced at Haruki, who had already begun sorting his things quietly, his body relaxed, his expression calm—but she knew the hunger he always carried for her, just beneath the surface.

Maybe I should let him take me from behind...

It wouldn’t be the first time.

They’d done it before.

She remembered the way he gripped her waist.

The way his body trembled.

The way his voice dropped into that low, broken groan when he came.

That sound...

It stayed in her.

But she also remembered the friction.

The sting.

Her body still wasn’t used to it. It hurt.

And yet—

She loved him.

So much.

Loved how he looked at her when he was buried deep.

Loved how he whispered her name like it was sacred.

Loved knowing she was the only one who ever made him feel that way.

If it means I can see that smile again...

That satisfied face after he holds back all day just for me...

Kyouko smiled quietly to herself.

Maybe just once.

But there’s still one problem...

My period.

She sighed softly.

Even if she allowed Haruki to take her from behind again...

If he saw the blood.

He wouldn’t be able to enjoy it fully if he knew I was still bleeding.

She glanced at the side table, her fingers gently brushing the zipper of her cosmetic pouch.

If I use a pad... it might still show.

But then—

A quiet thought surfaced.

Tampon...

She’d rarely used them.

But it made sense.

If I use one properly...

Then no blood would come out.

Haruki wouldn’t see anything.

Wouldn’t hesitate.

Wouldn’t hold back.

He could just take her—freely.

And she could give herself to him... completely.

Her cheeks grew warm.

She smiled quietly to herself.

She closed the bathroom door behind her, her reflection soft in the mirror.

Her fingers touched her cheek, flushed faintly with warmth.

I can already imagine it...

Haruki’s face when he’s above her—eyes hazy, breath uneven, biting his lip as he moves inside her with aching hunger.

That face... that sound... that trembling groan when he tries to hold back—

She could see it all.

And she wanted it again.

Even if it hurt.

Even if her body wasn’t ready.

"I’ll endure it," she whispered to herself.

"If it means I can see him satisfied... feel him melt against me... just once more."

For Haruki—

She would endure the sting.

She would endure the pressure.

She would give him everything.

Because his pleasure... was now her greatest weakness.

And her greatest joy.

Kyouko stepped out of the bathroom, the soft click of the door muffled by the plush carpet beneath her bare feet.

She was wrapped in a single white towel.

Her damp hair framed her cheeks, and a faint blush lingered along her collarbone.

"Haruki~" she called softly.

He turned his head from where he sat on the bed, halfway through opening his suitcase.

The moment he saw her, he paused.

His breath caught.

She crossed the room slowly and sat down beside him—her towel shifting slightly as she moved, revealing the gentle curve of her thigh.

She tilted her head and smiled.

Eyes soft.

Voice low.

"Wanna do something... before eating~?"

Kyouko leaned forward onto the bed, her towel slipping, as she shifted onto her elbows, her back arching with natural grace.

The soft bedding rustled beneath her.

She glanced back at him—her cheeks faintly pink, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Be gentle, okay...?"

A pause.

Then, with a hint of playful warning and unmistakable tenderness, she added:

"...And don’t shove into the wrong place."

Haruki said nothing at first.

But his eyes darkened with restrained hunger as he watched her—bent forward, towel barely clinging to her hips, her soft skin glowing under the room’s warm light.

His fingers reached for his shirt. He pulled it over his head, slow and quiet.

Then the belt.

The zipper.

The rustle of fabric falling to the floor.

She could feel the air shift behind her—heat coming off his skin.

Then—

A pause.

She felt something.

The tip.

It brushed against her.

Testing. Hovering.

Her breath caught.

She gripped the sheet gently. Bit down on her lower lip.

Then, slowly... painfully slowly, she felt him start to push in.

Her body tensed.

Her thighs quivered.

She felt it—inch by inch, that stretching ache. Her lips parted, breath trembling.

Haruki placed one hand on her waist, the other caressing her back.

And when he leaned forward, she heard his voice—low, tight, trying not to lose control:

"Kyouko..."

She nodded, eyes closed.

"It’s okay..." she whispered.

( End Of Chapter )