A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 193: Risks and Rewards ( )

Kyouko smiled, her fingers softly stroking through Haruki’s hair as he continued to gently savor her breast with his mouth, warm and slow.

She whispered, amused and affectionate.

"Big boy~"

Haruki looked up at her with that familiar, half-lazy, half-mischievous gaze.

She giggled softly.

"Now, now, Haruki... enough of that."

Her hand came to cup his cheek, tender and firm.

"You already ravished me the whole day, remember?"

Haruki gave a small hum of reluctant agreement, pressing one last kiss over her nipple before pulling away slightly, resting his head briefly against her chest.

"Mm... okay~" he mumbled.

She leaned in, kissing the top of his head.

"If you want sex, tomorrow, okay?" she said sweetly, still smiling.

"Mm... okay~" he echoed, softer this time.

She pulled her dress back down, smoothing it with practiced grace, then gently nudged his shoulder.

"Now finish your coffee."

She stood, collecting his empty dinner bowl with hers.

"And head upstairs to rest.

Haruki looked up at her, lips curving.

"Yes, ma’am."

Kyouko turned toward the kitchen with a quiet smile, the hem of her dress swaying gently as she walked—elegant, composed, and in complete control.

And Haruki sat back, lifting the coffee to his lips with a peaceful sigh.

Midnight.

The house was silent, draped in darkness and the soft hush of a sleeping world.

Inside the master bedroom, Kyouko lay beside Satoshi, her body facing away, separated by a long body pillow she had quietly placed earlier. Satoshi was already asleep—breathing deep, unaware.

Kyouko stirred faintly.

Something firm brushed her lips.

Her eyes fluttered open.

And there—in the low sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains—stood Haruki.

Her breath caught. Eyes wide. Just a flicker of panic.

But she didn’t gasp.

She didn’t speak loudly.

She only lifted a hand slightly and whispered—soft, firm.

"Outside...."

Haruki nodded silently and stepped back into the hallway.

Kyouko moved like water. Smooth, quiet. She slipped out from under the sheets, adjusting her thin nightdress, and padded softly toward the door. She didn’t look back.

She closed the door with practiced care.

Haruki turned, ready to head down the stairs.

But her hand reached out, gently catching his wrist.

"Let’s have sex right here," she whispered.

Haruki blinked.

She tilted her head slightly, eyes half-lidded, lips curving in a gentle smile.

"In front of our rooms."

He glanced at the two bedroom doors—his and Satomi’s just opposite hers and Satoshi’s.

"Are you sure?" he asked, voice barely audible.

Kyouko leaned in, her hand now resting lightly on his chest.

"What~ you scared?" she whispered with a quiet tease.

Her voice was low, playful, daring.

Tempting.

"Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little risk, Haruki~"

She stood up on her toes, her eyes locking into his.

"Or is my big, brave boy only bold when the lights are off?"

Her fingers slid down slowly, grazing the waistband of his pants.

Haruki’s breath tightened. freewebnσvel.cøm

She was right.

The thrill of it—the danger of being caught, the raw tension of standing between two doors, between two lies—it only made her more irresistible....

The rhythmic sound of Haruki’s hips meeting Kyouko’s soft curves echoed quietly in the narrow hallway.

Each thrust met her with firm, controlled force—his pace steady, deliberate, yet driven by rising heat.

Between their bodies, the soft, wet slickness of their union filled the air.

Kyouko gripped the wall faintly, her hands bracing as Haruki moved behind her, her body bent slightly, trembling with each deep stroke.

Her breath came in soft, careful gasps.

Her lips parted.

Her eyes fluttered.

She tried to stay silent—but couldn’t hide the tremble in her moan.

It felt too good.

The heat.

The fullness.

The delicious friction that only he could give her.

She didn’t know how many times she had climaxed already.

And yet... even as her legs weakened and her heart pounded, she held her voice back.

She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of hearing her.

Only Haruki could have that.

Only he could see her like this.

Her soft moans were whispered like prayers, caught between pleasure and restraint, her back arching, her fingers curling as her body welcomed every inch of him.

Her cheek rested lightly against the hallway wall.

Her breath hitched again.

And then she smiled faintly, flushed and trembling, her voice a breathy whisper just for him—

"You love this, don’t you...?"

Haruki didn’t answer.

His face overwhelmed with pleasure.

That tight heat surrounding him.

The sound of her breath.

The way her soft body jolted with every thrust.

He was lost in it.

Kyouko bit her lip as he slammed into her again, the stabbing sensation deep inside her drawing out another wave of pleasure that made her back arch.

Her hands pressed against the hallway wall, knees trembling.

She loved it.

The way his thick length filled her.

The pressure.

The deep, perfect friction that only he could give her.

Her walls clenched around him.

His grip on her hips tightened.

His pace grew rougher.

Harder.

Deeper.

Their bodies met again and again—the slapping sounds quickening, their breathing no longer soft, but urgent, desperate.

Her moans came now in broken whispers, the effort to stay silent fading with each stroke.

Kyouko gasped—her whole body shuddered.

Her legs nearly gave out as the climax surged through her—sharp, hot, overwhelming.

Her voice caught in her throat.

Haruki thrust deep and groaned against her shoulder, his release following hers, thick and warm, spilling into her as her inner walls clenched and trembled around him.

Their bodies stilled—locked together, pulsing, shaking, lost in the high they shared.

For a moment... everything was still.

Just their soft breaths.

And the quiet rush of blood in their ears.

No words.

Just the deep, silent truth that passed between them.

They stayed like that for a moment longer—connected, wrapped in the soft haze of pleasure.

Kissing softly.

Mouths open.

Tongues gently teasing.

Breath mingling.

A quiet, sensual rhythm of lips meeting lips.

Then, between kisses, Kyouko whispered, her voice low, breathy, smiling.

"Haruki... you’ve had your fill, right?"

"Mm~ I am." he murmured back, nuzzling her ear.

She giggled quietly.

"Now stop being a naughty boy and pull out. Then go rest."

He smirked, his hand gently caressing her breast as he kissed her neck one last time.

"Okay, honey."

Slowly, he withdrew.

A soft sound echoed between them as his length finally slipped free.

Kyouko let out a quiet sigh, a faint smile touching her lips.

She looked down—his thick release already beginning to leak from her.

Without a word, she reached down and slid her panties back up, not bothering with the mess.

Then she turned, brushing his cheek with her fingers.

"Now go to sleep... and rest well, darling~"

Haruki nodded, eyes still heavy with warmth and satisfaction.

He leaned in for one last kiss.

Then turned and stepped quietly across the hallway, slipping back into his room like nothing had happened.

Kyouko stood alone for a moment in the darkened hallway.

She smiled.

Calm. Serene. Satisfied.

Then, just as gracefully, she opened her door and stepped back inside.

Into the quiet.

Into the bed of a man who didn’t know...

She had just made love to the only one who truly loved her.

( End Of Chapter )

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