A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 173: Fleeting Bliss ( 173 )

Chapter 173: Fleeting Bliss ( 173 )

A sudden ring broke the rhythm.

Kyouko didn’t move.

The phone buzzed softly on the side table.

She turned her head just slightly... eyes catching the screen.

Satomi.

She didn’t reach for it.

She only watched.

Inside her mind—sharp and quiet—a thought flickered.

Satomi...

Your mother is being fucked hard by your husband right now.

Your handsome husband. The one you pushed away. The one you never touched unless you wanted something.

You starved him, Satomi.

And now he’s devouring me.

Another deep thrust made Kyouko’s breath hitch—her back arching, body jolting.

She bit her lip again, moaning into the sheets.

He doesn’t just satisfy me...

He’s crazy about me.

The way he grabs me, moans my name, clings to me like he’ll lose himself if I let go...

She turned her gaze toward Haruki’s face—hovering above her, damp hair clinging to his temples, mouth parted in a low groan, eyes wild with pleasure.

Just look at his face, Satomi...

Like he’s drowning in something too delicious to stop.

Like I’m the only thing that exists.

Like I’m his drug... and he can’t get enough.

The phone rang once more, then went silent.

Haruki didn’t even notice.

He was too deep inside her.

Kyouko smiled faintly—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, flushed skin glowing under the soft light.

She glanced back over her shoulder.

Haruki’s face was twisted with need, his movements raw now.

Uncontrolled.

Wild.

He was pounding into her like he couldn’t stop.

Her voice came out in breathy moans, broken between the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Mm... ahh... ha... Haruki..."

She shivered under him—then whispered with a teasing breath:

"D-Do you... mm... want me to... pick up... the call?"

Her smile deepened—taunting, sweet, sinful.

She felt him twitch inside her, his grip tightening on her hips.

Haruki didn’t answer.

He just groaned low against her neck—thrusting harder, deeper.

"...Kyouko," Haruki groaned, his voice thick, strained. "C-Can I... come inside?"

But his hips didn’t stop.

They kept moving—deep, rough, relentless.

Kyouko’s body jolted with each thrust, her breath catching.

"You... you can’t..." she gasped softly. "It’s... my fertile day."

Haruki let out a low, frustrated sound against her shoulder.

Still, he didn’t slow down.

She felt him pulsing inside her—close.

So close.

Kyouko smiled faintly.

She knew him.

She knew how much he hated pulling out.

Her lips parted, voice a soft, teasing whisper.

"You can... come inside..."

A pause. Then her eyes flicked back to him.

"...in the other."

Haruki froze for a moment, then groaned low in his throat.

Haruki’s breath grew uneven, chest rising and falling against her back.

His hands slid slowly along her waist, then down—gripping her hips as he pulled out, his length slick and throbbing from how tightly she’d held him.

Kyouko whimpered at the emptiness.

But she didn’t move.

She tilted her hips just slightly, offering herself... completely.

He understood without a word.

Haruki leaned forward, his lips brushing the back of her shoulder.

"You sure?" he asked, voice low, strained.

Kyouko nodded slowly, her cheek pressed against the pillow, eyes fluttering.

He reached down, guiding himself carefully. Gently.

Her breath caught as he pressed against the tight ring.

Kyouko’s fingers curled into the sheets, her body stiff at first, but she didn’t pull away.

A quiet gasp escaped her lips as he pushed deeper, her muscles clenching around him.

Haruki groaned—low, guttural.

She was tight. Warm. Trembling.

He sank into her inch by inch, his fingers digging into her waist as he tried to hold back.

But the way she held him...

The way she whispered his name...

It shattered what little control he had left.

He began to move—slow, deep strokes at first, savoring the way her body welcomed him.

Kyouko bit her lower lip again, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

Haruki leaned forward, pressing his lips to the side of her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

She moaned for him softly, shakily, her fingers reaching back to touch his thigh.

Her voice came out in a whisper—

"Come inside, Haruki..."

He didn’t last long.

With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself fully, his entire body shuddering as he poured into her—trembling, groaning, holding her like he’d never let go.

Kyouko exhaled shakily, her body melting into the sheets as his weight settled gently over her back.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Only the sound of the waves outside... and their hearts, beating in sync.

Still joined—Haruki’s length buried deep inside her—Kyouko’s phone rang again.

The soft vibration buzzed against the table.

She didn’t flinch.

Only smiled... eyes flicking down to the screen.

Satomi. Again.

She glanced back at Haruki, who looked down at her—sweat-slicked, flushed, chest still heaving.

Without pulling out, she reached for the phone and answered.

"Hello?" Her voice was calm, warm. Breathless, but expertly masked.

"Mom! Why didn’t you pick up earlier?"

Kyouko chuckled softly. "I was sleeping~"

Haruki stiffened slightly behind her. Her body clenched.

"Where’s Haruki?" Satomi asked.

Kyouko let her eyes drift toward him, her smile deepening.

"Hm? He’s sleeping in the other room," she said sweetly.

Haruki stayed completely still, still fully inside her, the heat between them radiating.

Kyouko placed her free hand back over his—still gripping her waist—and gave him a slow, gentle tug.

He leaned forward, chest pressing lightly against her back.

With the phone still at her ear, Kyouko turned her head.

And Haruki met her halfway.

Their lips touched in a soft, open kiss.

Slow.

Lingering.

"Why are you calling?" she asked, pulling back from the kiss, voice soft as silk. "It’s already midnight."

"Nothing... just wanted to know," Satomi’s voice said faintly on the other end.

Kyouko’s smile didn’t fade.

"You could’ve called in the morning," she murmured, her voice laced with softness.

At the same time, she began to move her hips—slow, subtle rolls against Haruki, still deep inside her.

Haruki’s fingers tensed around her waist.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?" Kyouko answered sweetly, keeping her tone light even as her body rocked gently beneath Haruki’s hold.

"...What’s that sound?"

Kyouko paused for only half a second—just enough to smile.

"What do you mean?" she replied, blinking slowly. "Maybe it’s the ocean waves. The windows are open."

Satomi hesitated. "Oh... I see."

Kyouko reached back, placing her hand on Haruki’s thigh, giving it a slow stroke as she whispered into the phone.

"If there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up."

"I still need to... rest."

Haruki’s breath hitched quietly, his hips starting to move again in sync with hers.

"...Okay, Mom. Good night."

"Mm. Good night."

She ended the call without waiting for a reply.

The moment the line went dead, she dropped the phone gently to the mattress.

Then Kyouko turned her head back again, voice low, breathy—

"You love it?" she purred, her lips curling into a smile.

Haruki let out a shaky breath, leaning over her slowly and gently pulled out.

Her tight walls clung to him until the very end, unwilling to let go.

And when he finally slipped free—

Pop.

A thick, wet sound filled the silence.

Haruki hovered over her for a second, eyes locked on the way she shivered.

Then he kissed her.

Long.

Deep.

Full of everything they couldn’t say in daylight.

His hand found her breast—full and firm—his fingers kneading her slowly as their mouths stayed locked.

"Mmm..." Kyouko moaned softly into the kiss.

Haruki pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips.

"I like it," he said.

His voice low, rough, reverent.

His mouth brushed her ear, his breath warm.

"You’re perfect."

( End Of Chapter )