A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 166: Secrets and Lies ( 166 )

Chapter 166: Secrets and Lies ( 166 )

Tokyo – Late Afternoon.

The long, glass-paneled conference room was emptying out.

Satoshi stood, adjusting his tie slightly as he extended a formal bow.

"Thank you for the opportunity, Mister Fujiwara. And thank you again for the exclusive dinner event invitation."

Fujiwara, sharp-eyed and composed in his tailored charcoal suit, smiled faintly.

"Don’t mention it."

He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, his voice low and deliberate.

"Just remember the deal you promised."

Satoshi straightened, his expression firm.

"Of course. Don’t worry, Mister Fujiwara. I’ll make sure I attend the event... with her."

Fujiwara’s lips curved into something colder than a smile.

"Good."

He glanced at the portfolio on the table.

"Then consider our contract... finalized, once I get what I want."

Satoshi bowed once more.

"You will."

But as he turned to leave, his thoughts were already spinning—calculating, scheming.

Everything was riding on that night.

And she was his most valuable piece.

Outside the Fujiwara Corporation building.

The sleek black car was waiting at the curb.

Satomi stood by the door, her posture elegant, eyes scanning calmly as her father approached.

"So, Papa?" she asked softly, without looking at him.

"How did it go?"

Satoshi exhaled lightly.

"Don’t worry about it."

She turned her head, giving him a glance.

"Did you secure the deal?"

"No... not yet."

He opened the car door and motioned for her to get in.

"Not until he gets what he wants."

Satomi stepped inside first, silent, composed.

Satoshi followed and closed the door behind them.

The interior was quiet, isolated.

Then—without a word—he opened his briefcase and pulled out a slim folder.

Inside: the conditional agreement, stamped and signed—but incomplete.

He handed it to her.

"I’ll need your help later, Satomi."

Satomi looked at the papers.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t gasp.

She simply read.

Then closed the folder.

"I see."

A pause.

Then her eyes flicked back to him.

"And what exactly... do you need me to do?"

Satoshi leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly on the folder in Satomi’s lap.

"Knowing your mother... she’ll refuse to attend an event like this."

Satomi nodded.

"Yes. I know. She always says she feels uncomfortable around too many people."

Satoshi’s voice dropped slightly.

"You need to persuade her to go."

Satomi smiled faintly.

A practiced, elegant smile.

Deceptively sweet.

"Don’t worry, Papa~" she said softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Leave it to me."

"And when this deal is secured..."

Satoshi’s voice was low with quiet satisfaction.

"Our company will rise above the rest."

Satomi leaned over slowly.

Her hand slid onto his arm—lightly, deliberately.

She smiled, eyes glowing with ambition.

"Mm... soon we’ll be richer, Papa~"

Her voice was soft, playful, almost seductive.

Satomi leaned closer.

Her hand slowly found Satoshi’s—fingers intertwining in a slow, familiar rhythm.

They said nothing for a moment.

Then, softly, she whispered:

"We’re getting closer, aren’t we?"

Satoshi smiled.

Calm. Assured.

"Yes. We are."

Satomi turned to him fully, her perfume light and clean—her lips barely a breath away.

"I love you, Papa," she said softly, brushing his cheek with the back of her fingers.

Satoshi’s eyes didn’t blink.

"I know."

Their lips met.

His hand slid gently up the back of her neck, cradling her.

Her free hand moved to his chest, fingers resting lightly... the glint of her wedding ring faint in the dim light.

Their kiss deepened.

Mouths parted just slightly.

Breath shared.

Familiarity. Intimacy. Control.

When they finally pulled apart, she smiled—softly. Almost lovingly.

"Soon," she said, brushing invisible lint from his shoulder.

"We’ll have it all."

Satoshi reached up, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, his thumb grazing the corner of her lips.

"We already do."

Satomi broke it with a whisper.

"Papa..."

Satoshi glanced at her, half distracted.

"Hmm?"

She hesitated.

"So I should get an abortion?"

Satoshi turned to her fully now.

His eyes sharpened.

"Are you sure you’re pregnant?"

Satomi nodded slowly.

"Yes. It was during our visit to Grandpa’s house... Haruki and I..."

A heavy pause.

Satoshi’s face twisted—not in concern, but in quiet anger.

"I told you to be careful."

"I didn’t think it would happen," Satomi said, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"We’ll get you a good doctor."

Satoshi’s voice was low, tight.

Satomi smiled faintly.

"Thank you, Papa~"

"I don’t want to be tied down by his child."

"We should take care of it early," Satoshi said, his tone flat.

"Yes, Papa," Satomi replied, her voice calm, almost emotionless.

"It’s only been about a month."

Satoshi gave a small nod, fingers tapping against the edge of the seat.

"Good. Don’t wait until it gets bigger."

"We’ll go tomorrow. Quietly."

Satomi leaned her head gently on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Papa~"

Satoshi reached forward, turned the key in the ignition, and the luxury car purred to life.

He eased it out into the quiet road.

City lights streamed across the windshield, cold and clinical.

As they drove, his voice broke the silence again—low, firm.

"Don’t tell Haruki about your pregnancy."

"I won’t, Papa," Satomi said smoothly, brushing her fingers across her knee.

"He won’t even know I was pregnant with his child."

"Good."

"And make sure he doesn’t leave you."

Satomi’s lips curled into a slight smile.

"I know, Papa. That’s why I asked Mom to keep an eye on him."

"With her around, Haruki wouldn’t dare make a move on another woman."

Satoshi’s tone shifted, sharp with pride.

"With Takahashi Group, Yamashita Corporation, and soon Fujiwara Group under our influence..."

"We’ll rise."

"We’ll be among the top names in Japan."

Satomi smiled, looking out the window, her voice a soft hum.

"We’ll have everything, Papa."

"Everything."

That night – Ishigaki Island.

The moonlight spilled through the curtains, silver and soft, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of two bodies in motion.

The room was filled with heat.

With low gasps.

With the soft slap of skin against skin.

With the creak of the mattress beneath them.

Kyouko was on her knees, leaning forward over the edge of the bed.

Her long hair clung to the nape of her neck.

Her arms trembled as she gripped the sheets, her breathing shallow, her cheeks flushed pink.

Behind her, Haruki moved slowly at first—then with growing hunger.

Her body jolted gently at the first push.

Then again.

And again.

Soft slapping sounds filled the room—wet, rhythmic, echoing with each thrust that met her bare skin.

Kyouko bit down on her lower lip, trying to control the whimpers rising from her throat.

Each movement sent a sharp friction deep through her.

Haruki gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging slightly into her soft skin, guiding her back onto him with every slow, deliberate drive.

She gasped.

A sharp slap of hips against skin echoed again.

Her thighs quivered.

Her whole body trembled with a mix of pain and desire—that strange, raw tension that made her want to cry out, and melt all at once.

Haruki’s breath grew louder, ragged behind her, his hips rolling into her with more urgency.

Kyouko’s eyes fluttered shut.

( End Of Chapter )