A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 172: Final Night Together ( 172 )

Chapter 172: Final Night Together ( 172 )

Meanwhile, in the seaside house—

Kyouko stood in the quiet living room, her fingers smoothing down the zipper of the final suitcase.

The sound of the ocean murmured softly beyond the windows.

The breeze lifted the sheer curtains, letting light spill in and dance across the floorboards.

She turned slowly, eyes drifting over the space.

The table.

The kitchen counter.

The small flower vase she kept by the window.

Her gaze paused on the couch.

A quiet smile touched her lips.

So many memories.

So many moments where she stopped being someone’s neglected wife...

And became a woman again.

Touched. Desired. Loved.

Her fingertips brushed the fabric of the couch.

She could still feel it—how her body trembled beneath him here.

How she whispered his name while her phone lit up with a call from the man who hadn’t touched her in decades.

And the bed...

She looked toward the bedroom door, slightly ajar.

That bed wasn’t just where they made love.

It was where she first woke up in someone’s arms and felt safe.

It was where she listened to Haruki’s breathing as the sun rose.

Where she whispered "good night" to someone who actually cared if she was warm, or tired, or loved.

She walked slowly toward the couch, lowered herself onto it, and leaned back.

The cushion gave just the way it always did.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

This place held more than just memories.

It held her laughter.

Her voice.

Her moans.

Her tears.

Her rebirth.

Kyouko closed her eyes for a moment.

Inside her chest, something warm flickered.

"Thank you,"

"For giving me this time."

Tonight would be their last night here.

The last time they’d sleep side by side...

With no one watching.

No walls listening.

No guilt looming just outside the door.

Kyouko knew.

Once they returned to Tokyo, they’d return to pretending.

To whispered footsteps.

To locking doors.

To biting her lips to silence a moan when her body trembled under his touch.

She sighed softly, her hand brushing down the edge of her blouse.

Then—

The familiar hum of an engine.

The low roll of tires on the gravel driveway.

A car door opening.

Closing.

He’s here.

She walked slowly to the front door and opened it gently.

The light of the setting sun wrapped around him.

Haruki stood there with his bag slung over one shoulder, still in his work clothes.

Her lips curved into a smile.

Soft. Serene.

Beautiful.

"Welcome back, darling."

Haruki exhaled slowly.

"I’m home, honey."

Kyouko stepped forward without a word.

Her fingers reached for the strap on his shoulder—slow, delicate—and slid the bag off gently, placing it beside the door.

Then, quietly, she took his hand.

Her palm was warm. Steady.

She guided him inside like it was a ritual—one they both knew was ending tonight.

The door clicked softly shut behind them.

Her hand rose, fingertips brushing the collar of his shirt.

She tugged it lightly... just enough to bring him close.

And then—without hesitation—she leaned in.

Their lips met.

Not rushed.

Not desperate.

Just slow... filled with the ache of everything unsaid.

Haruki let his keys fall to the shelf with a muted clink.

His arms slipped around her waist, drawing her against him as her soft hands slid upward, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

When their mouths finally parted, Kyouko stayed close, resting her forehead gently against his chest.

Eyes closed. Breathing quiet.

She listened to the steady rhythm of his heart.

And beneath it... her own.

Two quiet beats. Aligned.

But inside, they both knew.

This was their last night here.

Their last night to sleep side by side.

Their last night to love without walls... without eyes... without guilt pressed between them.

"...Kyouko," he whispered.

She looked up at him.

"Haruki..."

Her voice was a breath—barely above a whisper.

"I love you."

A beat of silence.

Then his hand gently cupped her cheek.

"Me too."

Her eyes shimmered.

They just stood there for a moment, hands still touching, bodies close, hearts aching with everything that couldn’t be spoken aloud.

"After this..." Haruki murmured, his voice low. "After tonight... tomorrow, we’re going to your parents’ house."

Kyouko gave a small nod, her head brushing against his shoulder.

"Mm... I know," she replied softly.

He looked down at her, eyes searching hers.

"And after that... we’ll go back to Tokyo."

Her lashes fluttered, but she didn’t look away.

"Mm... but we can still do it there," she murmured, a soft blush coloring her cheeks.

"I know," he said with a faint smile.

"But... we won’t be able to sleep together like this."

Her fingers curled gently against his chest.

Not in the same bed.

Not in the same room.

Not with her husband and daughter under the same roof.

Kyouko gave a small nod, her voice barely a breath.

"...I’ll miss this."

Kyouko then smiled—soft and warm, with just a hint of playful mischief behind her calm eyes.

"Wanna take a bath... eat..."

Her fingers traced the front of his shirt, slowly curling around a button.

"...or me?"

Haruki didn’t answer right away.

He just looked at her.

The way her blouse clung gently to her curves.

The soft blush spreading across her cheeks.

The quiet courage it took for her to say that—knowing it was their last night here.

Knowing what she was offering wasn’t just her body... but everything.

He reached up and brushed her hair back from her cheek.

"Do I even need to choose?" he whispered.

Kyouko’s eyes lowered.

Her hand slipped down, fingers grazing his belt now.

A breath caught between them.

"I’ll run the bath," she said softly.

Then she turned—slow, graceful, and walked toward the bathroom, her hips swaying with that quiet elegance he could never look away from.

Haruki stood still for a second, his chest tight, his heart full.

Then he followed her.

That night.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the dimly lit room—sharp, wet, relentless.

Faster.

Rougher.

Kyouko trembled beneath him, legs shaking, breath catching in her throat.

Her back arched with every thrust, the pressure deep and punishing—but her heart... her heart was floating.

Inside her mind, all she could think was—

It feels good...

So good.

Shove it hard, Haruki...

Take me deeper. You know this body. You know this heart. They’re yours.

Her lips parted in a soft cry before she bit down on the lower one, muffling the moan she couldn’t hold back.

Haruki’s grip on her thighs tightened, hips slamming forward without mercy.

Even when he became rough, she didn’t resist.

Even when the ache inside her turned to sharp, overwhelming pulses with every deep stroke, she didn’t care.

Let him break me.

If it’s him... I’ll let him do anything.

Her body was already spent—twitching, sensitive, soaked from too many peaks.

But her heart only beat faster.

Her voice only grew softer.

Because it wasn’t just sex.

It was love.

The kind that left her breathless and undone.

The kind she could never ask for again.

But tonight...

Tonight was still theirs.

( End Of Chapter )