A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 167: Too Precious to Lose ( 167 )

Chapter 167: Too Precious to Lose ( 167 )

She could hear everything.

The slick sound of their bodies moving.

The low growl in Haruki’s throat as he fought to control himself.

The wet slap every time he sank deep.

She hissed.Trying to endure the pain feeling.

But she didn’t want him to stop.

She loved the way he lost control with her.

Loved how his body trembled as he moved inside.

Loved the way his hands spread across her waist, possessive, hot—like he couldn’t bear to let her go.

Her breathing came in sharp gasps now, her fingers tightening against the sheets.

Kyouko looked back, just barely, her hair falling over her shoulder.

Haruki’s expression was raw.

His jaw clenched.

Eyes half-lidded.

His chest heaving with each movement.

He was beautiful like that.

Wild.

And for a moment—despite the discomfort—Kyouko felt proud.

She could take him.

She could give him what no one else dared to.

"More..." she whispered shakily, the corners of her lips trembling.

"If you want it... take it..."

The rhythm intensified.

The slaps grew louder.

Her body rocked forward, again and again, with every forceful push.

She held on.

Not just for balance—but to stay grounded, to keep herself from falling deeper into something she knew she couldn’t undo.

And still—she loved it.

Loved that she could make him like this.

Make him crave like this.

Make him lose himself in her.

When his low groan finally broke out, she knew he was close.

Her body trembled, legs shaking, back arching.

Then, finally—

He pushed in deep.

And stayed.

His body shuddered against hers.

His breath caught.

A single, guttural sound escaped his throat as he poured himself into her, every bit of restraint gone.

Kyouko gasped at the sensation—the deep heat, the tight fullness, the trembling grip of his hands on her waist.

She bit her lip to suppress the cry rising in her throat.

Then slowly, she exhaled.

Satisfied.

Shaking.

But smiling.

Inside her mind—one thought remained.

Sorry, Satomi...

Your husband can’t get enough of me.

Kyouko felt it.

The deep, spreading warmth inside her as Haruki finally collapsed over her back, chest heaving, breath hot against the nape of her neck.

The sting of friction still lingered.

But she didn’t care.

Not even a little.

With the way he held her waist tighter when he got closer.

With the way his groans turned into broken whispers of her name.

With the way he lost control—only for her.

Kyouko slowly lowered herself onto the sheets, still trembling, still flushed, her legs struggling to stop shaking.

She felt so full.

Haruki leaned forward, kissing her bare shoulder softly—slowly.

"Honey..." he whispered hoarsely.

Kyouko closed her eyes, a soft smile curling her lips despite the soreness in her voice.

"Mm... did that feel good?"

"Too good," Haruki murmured, brushing her hair aside, laying soft kisses along her neck.

His palm slid across her lower butt, then over her hip, his thumb stroking her skin tenderly.

Kyouko giggled faintly, voice hushed.

"Beast~"

She bit her lip, letting the words settle deep in her heart.

And as she turned slightly, reaching back to touch his cheek—her fingers soft and warm—she whispered one last thought in her mind.

Haruki...

Even if I can’t be your wife...

Let me be the woman who gives you everything you ever needed.

Midnight.

The only sound in the room was the slow rhythm of their breathing.

The sheets were tangled loosely around their bodies.

Kyouko slept deeply, her cheek pressed against Haruki’s bare chest. Her arms were wrapped around him, her grip tight even in slumber, like she never wanted to let go.

Her hair spilled across his shoulder like a dark silk curtain.

Haruki watched her.

Every detail.

The gentle curve of her lips.

The softness of her skin.

The fullness of her breast rising and falling with each breath.

The calm peace in her face—so serene, so trusting.

He swallowed quietly.

This moment...

He wished it could last forever.

Slowly, he reached for the blanket and pulled it higher, carefully covering her shoulder.

Then his fingers brushed along her back—lightly—just to feel her warmth again.

He loved her.

Not just the way her body felt.

But the way she gave herself to him so completely.

The way she smiled through the pain.

The way she whispered his name with a voice trembling from emotion.

But soon...

They would return to Tokyo.

To the house they shared with Satomi. With Satoshi.

Back to pretending.

Back to hiding.

They could still touch each other.

Steal a night in secret.

Claim a stolen kiss in the kitchen.

Slip into each other’s once everyone else slept.

But they wouldn’t get this.

Falling asleep together.

Waking up in each other’s arms.

This... wasn’t something they could have in Tokyo.

Not unless...

Unless Satoshi and Satomi were both away.

On business trips.

Out of town.

Gone.

That was the only time the house would be theirs again.

Quiet.

Private.

Safe.

Haruki’s eyes lingered on Kyouko’s face.

He leaned down slowly and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, careful not to wake her.

She shifted slightly, sighing. Her hand clutched his arm tighter.

He held her.

Because he didn’t know how many more nights like this they would get.

Because he knew, in the morning, they would have to pretend again.

Kyouko was still asleep, curled into him, bare skin against bare skin.

She looked peaceful.

His hand slowly moved along her back.

Inside his mind, the questions came.

Should I leave Satomi...?

Should I marry Kyouko instead...?

I want to.

God, I want to.

He closed his eyes.

He could see it.

A small place outside the city. Just the two of them.

Kyouko waiting by the door when he came home.

Cooking for him. Smiling for him. Sleeping beside him every night—not just once in a while when no one was looking.

Waking up to this face... every morning.

But reality whispered crueler thoughts:

Will Kyouko leave Satoshi too...?

Will she dare? Can she?

And if she does...

What if Satoshi doesn’t let her go?

If he ever found out about this—about them—

Would he threaten her?

Use Satomi to force her back?

Tear her apart from him?

Haruki looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"If I could... I’d take you away right now."

But all he could do—

Was hold her tighter.

And hope that one day...

She’d choose to run with him.

( End Of Chapter )