A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 231: The True Prize ( )

From that day forward—

Haruki began changing.

He started moving gently, carefully... toward Kyouko.

She was shy.

Soft-spoken.

Graceful in a way that seemed untouched by the filth in that house.

And slowly...

He began to talk to her.

One sentence here.

A glance there.

He started watching how she moved, how she avoided eye contact when flustered.

And she started responding—quietly, but consistently.

A warmth began to grow.

That’s where it started.

He noticed it over time.

How Satomi used her mother—that woman—to keep him controlled.

She was beautiful.

No—the most beautiful girl Haruki had ever seen.

Too perfect to be hidden inside a cold, loveless house.

But Satomi saw it.

And Satomi used it.

She knew Haruki was the kind of man who respected boundaries.

Respected her mother.

So she used that.

"Let my mom take care of you while I’m out."

"She’s always at home anyway."

"She’ll make your meals. She doesn’t mind."

It sounded casual.

Harmless.

But Haruki saw through it.

If Kyouko stayed close—if she was always nearby—it meant Haruki wouldn’t dare to bring any woman from outside.

He was being watched... caged politely.

Satoshi knew too.

And they planned it carefully.

"Why don’t you and Kyouko talk more?"

"Get close."

"She’s quiet, but she’s kind."

Yes... get close.

Satomi’s voice echoed in his mind.

Friends.

Haruki smiled to himself.

Friends, huh...?

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Haruki leaned into the idea.

He played along.

He let Kyouko serve him tea.

Let her fold his laundry.

Let her ask how his work was going.

He responded softly.

Gently.

He looked her in the eyes longer than necessary.

Thanked her with words that carried just a little too much warmth.

He began making her laugh.

Making her open up.

Bit by bit... day by day...

They became close.

Too close.

Until—

She couldn’t resist anymore.

And the day they finally crossed that line...

That first night—

When she trembled beneath him, her body jerking as she climaxed for the first time in her life—

That was when he broke.

That moment burned into him.

She was perfect.

Her body was warm.

Soft.

Tight.

Delicious.

Nothing like Satomi.

Her pussy wrapped around him—wet, pulsing, clinging to him like she never wanted to let go.

That was the moment.

The moment he lost every shred of restraint.

This woman is mine.

She had been abandoned by her husband for over twenty years.

Ignored. Forgotten.

And yet she still smiled.

Still cooked every day.

Still greeted everyone softly.

Still remained beautiful.

More than beautiful.

She looked younger than any woman her age had any right to.

Her skin soft.

Her eyes gentle.

Her waist, her thighs, her soft curves—too perfect to belong to another man.

Well, old man...

You just lost something precious.

And you’ll never get her back.

You’re not taking her anymore.

Because from now on—

She belongs to me.

Now, Haruki smiled.

His gaze lowered to the woman asleep against his shoulder—her breathing soft, steady. Her hand loosely resting on his.

Kyouko...

I was the luckiest man alive.

To find you... and to be allowed to love you.

To be the one you gave yourself to.

He leaned his head gently against hers, careful not to wake her.

A perfect woman.

A perfect girl.

Not just beautiful... not just sexy... not just delicious.

Not just that graceful way you walk... the way your fingers touch my hand... the way your lips tremble when I kiss you.

No—

It was the way she smiled through pain.

The way she loved without speaking it.

The way her eyes softened every time she looked at him, like he was something precious.

You were elegance.

Warmth.

The light that made everything make sense again.

And when she wrapped her arms around him...

When her legs tightened in the middle of climax...

When she whispered his name like she was surrendering completely—

That’s when he knew.

She wasn’t just the woman he wanted.

She was the woman he belonged to.

And thank you, Satomi...

Haruki stared out the window, his smile unchanged, but his thoughts turning sharper.

Yes, I was nearly broken when I found out.

You’d been cheating on me for so long.

He remembered the nights he laid awake next to her—cold, untouched.

Wondering what he was doing wrong.

But your betrayal... it opened my eyes.

It showed me the truth.

That the world didn’t revolve around one flower.

There were others.

Beautiful ones.

Rare ones.

But the perfect one?

She was sleeping on his shoulder right now.

Soft breath against his collar.

Warm... trusting... his.

Kyouko.

Your mother.

Better than you in every possible way.

More graceful.

More elegant.

More sensual.

More real.

You thought you were young? Sexy?

No, Satomi.

You lost.

To your own mother.

And now?

She was his.

And I will make sure she becomes my wife.

I will marry her properly.

And don’t worry...

I truly love her.

He looked down at Kyouko’s face—calm, peaceful in sleep.

You’ll get the wedding invitation, Satomi.

Hand-delivered, if I can manage.

From me.

From Kyouko.

The ones you never suspected.

Because while you were too busy being proud of your little secret—

You didn’t realize what we had done.

You didn’t realize what we had become.

You thought you won?

No.

You lost.

There’s no need for me to say sorry.

Haruki smirked faintly, resting his cheek lightly against Kyouko’s hair.

I wonder what their reaction will be...

When they realize—

That I never even tried to find another woman outside.

Yet they offered me the perfect one themselves.

Satomi...

You gave me your mother.

And she?

She was more beautiful than you.

More woman than you ever were.

She could cook.

Not just food—but meals that made me feel like someone was waiting for me.

She smiled at the front door.

Not like a stranger—but like a wife.

She cleaned.

She worked quietly.

She didn’t demand.

She didn’t pretend.

She didn’t withhold love and expect devotion in return.

And when I compared her to you?

It was never close.

Kyouko was graceful.

Serene.

And when she climaxed beneath me—

Her voice broke.

Her body trembled.

Her legs wrapped around me like she couldn’t bear to let go.

Her body?

Flawless.

That smooth, hairless pussy—warm, wet, tight.

So tight I could barely move.

So perfect it made me lose control.

And her breasts—

Full, firm, soft in my hands.

Not fake.

Not forced.

Just real.

You want to compare, Satomi?

Don’t.

Because your mother is everything you pretended to be.

Go ahead.

Enjoy your twisted little relationship.

Rot in it if you want.

Because now—

I have the perfect girl for me.

Not you.

Never you.

Kyouko.

She became the woman I love.

The woman I worship.

So—goodbye, Satomi.

...Ah.

No.

Not even that.

You don’t deserve "goodbye."

You don’t deserve "sorry."

You don’t even deserve a place in my heart again.

Not now.

Not ever.

And if you ever dare to come crawling back—

Pretending to care.

Pretending to change.

Don’t worry.

I’ll remember.

You will never, ever... deserve a second chance.

( End Of Chapter )

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