A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 163: Passion and Restraint ( 163 )

Chapter 163: Passion and Restraint ( 163 )

She glanced back.

And saw him.

Haruki’s face.

Tensed. Flushed.

His brows furrowed.

Lips parted.

Breathing ragged as he moved—slow, but deeper with each motion.

Even through the sting, even through the pressure that made her bite down on her lip again.

Kyouko smiled.

Because that face—

That was the one she loved.

Not the smile he showed others.

Not the calm he wore at work.

Not even the teasing grin he gave when they kissed.

This.

This raw, unguarded expression.

The face of a man who was completely lost in her.

You like it... don’t you, Haruki?

Do you love it?

Is it good?

Delicious?

Kyouko breathed deeply, exhaled slowly, and relaxed her body even more beneath him.

Shove it as hard as you want, Haruki...

It’s okay.

Because this—this is how much I love you.

Inside Kyouko’s mind, as she felt him move within her—

If this...

If this is the way to make you lose yourself in me—

If this is what drives you crazy, Haruki...

Then I’ll give it.

I’ll offer it all.

Because I want to be unforgettable to you.

I want every time you ache...

Every time you close your eyes...

Every time you need—

I want you to think of me.

Come, Haruki.

Enjoy it. Take everything you want.

Shove it deep. Be rough if that’s what you need.

I can take it.

Because I love you.

Sorry, Satomi.

You lost him the moment you stopped caring.

The moment you looked away.

The moment you left him cold and alone in your marriage.

Now?

He’s mine.

And I’ll make sure of it.

I’ll cook for him.

Care for him.

Hold him when he’s tired.

Stroke his hair when he’s sleeping.

Warm his bed when he comes home.

His desire.

His hunger.

His needs.

All of it.

Everything you couldn’t give him, Satomi—

I will.

Haruki slowly pulled out, careful, controlled.

Kyouko let out a quiet breath, her body trembling from the strain and the pressure.

She turned onto her back, settling into the sheets, chest rising and falling gently.

Haruki leaned over her, eyes half-lidded with need, and kissed her—deeply, tenderly, gratefully.

She returned it, brushing her fingertips against his jaw, her lips warm against his.

When they parted, she smiled through her breath.

"Don’t go for the other hole, that one needs a rest for now." she whispered, teasing.

Haruki let out a breathless chuckle, brushing her hair away from her face.

"Okay~" he murmured, voice low with affection.

He shifted above her again, and Kyouko felt him press forward—slow, steady, slick from before.

The ache.

And the deep, shivering stretch.

She bit her lip.

Endured.

And when she glanced up—

She saw it.

His face.

Eyes half-closed.

Brow knit.

Mouth parted just slightly as he breathed her name under his breath.

That look.

That look of pure pleasure.

That was the face she couldn’t bear to look at for long...

Because it made her heart ache.

Because it made her feel loved.

Because she knew—

He only made that face with her.

"Haruki~"

"Kyouko..."

Their voices tangled as they kissed—hungry, breathless, full of everything they couldn’t say aloud.

Haruki’s movements grew rougher, deeper.

The rhythm no longer slow, no longer careful.

Kyouko clung to him, nails gently brushing down his back, moaning into his mouth as the pleasure twisted with pain and devotion.

She knew what was coming.

And she wanted it.

Needed it.

Then—

Ding dong—

The room’s intercom buzzed sharply, breaking the stillness.

"Kyouko?"

Keiko’s voice, casual and cheerful, floated through the speaker.

"It’s almost lunch, nee-san!"

In that exact moment—

Haruki let out a guttural groan against her neck, his body shuddering as he released everything inside her, burying his face into her shoulder, breath hot, trembling.

Kyouko arched beneath him, eyes fluttering, her arms wrapping tightly around him as if she could shield them both from the outside world.

She could feel the heat inside her.

Feel his heartbeat.

Feel every ounce of him that now filled her.

"Haruki..." she whispered softly, brushing his hair.

"Kyouko-nee-san?"

The voice came again—muffled slightly, but close.

Kyouko smiled softly, still breathless. She gently nudged Haruki’s chest.

He understood immediately.

Quietly, Haruki pulled out, kissing her once before slipping off the bed.

She gave his shoulder a soft push, eyes urging him.

Go. Bathroom. Now.

He nodded and padded quickly across the room, vanishing behind the door with just the faintest sound.

Kyouko reached for the towel, wrapping it around herself quickly.

Her legs still trembled faintly, but she kept her expression composed.

She walked to the door, pressed the intercom button, and leaned forward slightly.

"Yes, Keiko?" she answered, voice warm.

"Why are you late?" her younger sister teased.

"Everyone’s already heading to lunch."

"Ah... I was in the bathroom. Showering," Kyouko said with a calm, practiced smile.

"Why?"

"Oh, nothing. Just wondering."

"But if you were showering... why didn’t Haruki answer instead?"

Kyouko’s lashes lowered slightly, her smile not faltering.

"Hmm? I didn’t see him earlier. Maybe he went downstairs already?"

"Anyway, don’t take too long, okay?"

"I won’t~" Kyouko replied sweetly.

She pressed the button again and stepped back, her body still tingling, heart still racing from both the release... and the cover-up.

Behind her, she heard the bathroom door click open softly.

Kyouko turned, smiling.

"That was close."

"Now go wear something casual," Kyouko said softly, her towel still wrapped neatly around her.

She stepped closer, brushing her fingers along the back of his neck, then leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"You’ve had your release, haven’t you?" she whispered teasingly.

Haruki smiled, his hand sliding around her waist as he leaned down and kissed her again—slower this time, deeper, with a soft warmth that lingered long after their lips parted.

"Mm..." he breathed.

"It was good."

Kyouko tilted her head, playful.

"Delicious?"

He nodded, brushing his nose against hers.

"Mm... yes."

Her fingers curled gently against his chest.

"You like it?"

"Yes,"

"You can have sex with me again... when my period ends."

Kyouko’s voice was soft, almost a whisper—half tease, half vow.

Haruki looked at her with that warm, familiar grin, his eyes still heavy with affection.

"Okay~"

Kyouko chuckled, brushing her fingers over his arm as she turned toward her suitcase.

"Now," she said, tightening her towel, "let’s get ready... before they start thinking something."

Haruki smirked.

"Like what?"

She gave him a look over her shoulder—calm, sweet.

"You know what."

They both moved quietly around the room, slipping back into clothes, slipping back into the world.

( End Of Chapter )