A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 237: In Each Other’s Arms ( )

An hour passed.

Kyouko sat at the edge of the bed, quietly changing back into her dress.

Her body was tired... spent...

But her heart felt light.

She smiled faintly.

Haruki... that beast.

He hadn’t stopped.

Not even after she climaxed again and again.

Still, she couldn’t complain.

She stood in front of the mirror —adjusting her hair, then reaching for her small pouch.

She applied her face serum gently, fingertips moving with care.

Then, just a light touch of lip stick—soft pink, nothing dramatic.

That was all.

No foundation. No mascara. No powder.

Haruki, sitting nearby, couldn’t stop watching.

She was glowing.

Her skin smooth and fair, with that natural pale-white tone that always made her seem like she stepped out of a painting.

Not a single blemish.

No dryness.

Not even body hair.

Just... smooth. Silken. Perfect.

And her smile.

So serene. So effortless.

"Haruki?" Kyouko called out, tying her hair up in a high ponytail.

"Hm?"

He blinked, pulled from his trance.

She glanced at him from the mirror, smiling knowingly.

"Stop staring like that."

"How could I stop, Kyouko..."

His voice was low, sincere.

"...When you’re this beautiful?"

"Hmph!"

Kyouko pouted playfully, eyes still on her reflection.

"You’re just saying that because you just finished having sex with me."

She smiled—quiet, teasing.

Haruki stood from the bed and walked toward her without a word.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her gently into his chest.

Then leaned his head on her shoulder, his cheek against hers.

"You’re beautiful, Kyouko..."

His voice was low. Certain.

Kyouko let out a small laugh, shaking her head slightly as she looked into the mirror.

"Stop teasing this old lady~," she whispered with a smile.

"I’m not," Haruki murmured, kissing her cheek softly.

She stayed still, eyes watching their reflection.

His arms around her.

His face beside hers.

Her high ponytail slightly bouncing as she adjusted the last loose strand.

It was quiet.

"Kyouko?"

"Hmm?" she answered, still adjusting the collar of her dress in the mirror.

Haruki rested his chin on her shoulder again, arms loosely around her waist.

"Since we don’t have a car... wanna buy one?"

She turned slightly, surprised.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Something simple, maybe hybrid or compact. Just enough for us to move around."

She smiled softly. "That’d be nice."

Haruki grinned.

"And maybe... get one scooter too?"

SMACK!

Kyouko lightly slapped his arm, spinning in his embrace with a sharp glare.

"No!"

He blinked. "Eh—what?"

"No more scooter!!" she said firmly, hands on her hips.

Her expression was half-scolding, half-worried.

"That thing almost got you killed last time!"

Haruki raised his hands in surrender, laughing.

"Okay, okay! No scooter. Just a car. I swear."

Kyouko sighed, still pouting.

"Good. I’m not losing you over something so reckless again."

Then her voice softened, and she looked away.

"...You scared me that day."

Haruki gently pulled her back into a hug.

"I know. I’m sorry."

Haruki leaned in and kissed her lips.

Gently.

Slowly.

With warmth and quiet passion.

She responded without hesitation, her hands resting lightly against his chest.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads touched—

And Haruki paused.

He saw it.

A slight shimmer in Kyouko’s eyes.

Just a hint of tears.

"Don’t buy a scooter again... please..."

Her voice trembled, barely above a breath.

Haruki’s arms tightened around her gently.

"Mm... I won’t. Don’t worry."

"I’m serious!!!" she said, pulling back slightly, her eyes locking onto his.

"Yes, yes... I know," Haruki nodded quickly, trying to smile. "Don’t get mad like that~"

"You better not buy a scooter!!"

Haruki laughed softly and kissed her forehead.

"I promise."

Kyouko stepped closer and began adjusting Haruki’s shirt collar.

Then, gently, she ran her fingers through his hair—fixing the strands that had gone messy from earlier.

She smiled.

This man...

This handsome, tall, charming man—

The one who once lived silently across the hall—

Was now standing right in front of her.

Fully recovered.

Fully hers.

They had just shared their bodies again.

And now, here they were.

Living.

Breathing.

Happy.

"Haruki..."

"Hmm?" he responded softly, looking into her eyes.

She hesitated for just a moment.

Then she whispered, voice trembling slightly.

"If you ever get bored of me... don’t leave me, okay?"

"Don’t ignore me."

"Don’t abandon me."

Her words were quiet.

But her eyes carried the weight of everything she’d been through.

Haruki didn’t hesitate.

He reached up and cupped her cheek gently, leaning in until their foreheads touched again.

"I won’t."

His voice was steady.

"I never will."

Kyouko closed her eyes, exhaling softly.

And smiled.

"Don’t make promises so easily~"

Kyouko looked up at him, her smile soft—tinged with something fragile, something real.

Haruki didn’t look away.

"I won’t," he said quietly.

"But believe me, Kyouko..."

"You’re the girl I want."

"You’re not just beautiful... not just younger-looking than any woman your age..."

"You’re not just good at cooking... or graceful... or kind..."

He stepped closer, brushing her cheek with his knuckles.

"For me..."

"You’re the perfect woman."

"The one I dreamed about for so long."

"The one I want to be with."

Kyouko lowered her gaze for a moment, biting her lower lip softly—holding back a smile that trembled at the corners.

"...Baka," she whispered, her voice almost a breath.

But she was happy.

So happy, she couldn’t hide it.

Haruki leaned in close, his lips brushing just beside her ear.

His voice dropped to a soft, teasing whisper.

"How about we go out now... buy my phone, check out the car..."

He paused—then smiled.

"And make it a date today?"

Kyouko’s eyes lit up slightly—already smiling.

"...And maybe after that... at night..."

"We’ll have sex again."

"And again."

Kyouko gasped, lightly smacking his chest with the back of her hand.

"Mou~ Haruki! You should at least let me rest for one day once in a while."

Haruki grinned and pulled her back into a hug.

"Nope~ I won’t let you."

She sighed, shaking her head as her cheeks flushed.

"Really... you’re impossible."

"And you’re irresistible," he murmured.

Kyouko chuckled softly—leaning her head against his chest.

"...Let’s go then, Mr. Naughty."

"Okay, beautiful," Haruki said with a grin, reaching for her hand.

"Let’s go and have fun on our date today."

Kyouko laced her fingers with his, her expression glowing with warmth.

"Mm~ okay, Mr. Naughty," she replied with a gentle tease, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

They shared a quiet laugh—

One of those private, cozy laughs that only belonged to two people in love.

No secrets now.

No pretending.

Just the two of them—

Starting fresh.

( End of Chapter )

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