A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 240: A Love Without Secrecy ( )

Haruki and Kyouko walked side by side through the quiet flow of the mall.

The soft hum of background music, the faint chatter of passing couples, and the warm afternoon light from the skylight above made everything feel calm. Peaceful.

Kyouko reached for Haruki’s arm and gently wrapped hands around it, pulling him just a little closer.

She smiled up at him.

Haruki, still chatting softly—pointing toward a small bookstore, then a café—didn’t even hesitate. He leaned closer, whispering something teasing in her ear that made her giggle.

It was ordinary.

Simple.

But to her...

It felt like a miracle.

I’m happy...

Kyouko thought quietly, her eyes soft.

After hiding our relationship for so long...

After sneaking around, whispering in the dark, holding each other only when no one was looking...

After having sex like we were doing something shameful...

And not even daring to walk side by side like this in public...

Now...

She glanced at Haruki.

He was smiling.

Casual.

Warm.

Like this moment was the most natural thing in the world.

He’s with me.

Not hiding.

Not pretending.

Wanting me.

Only me.

She never experienced this.

Not before her marriage.

Not during.

Not after.

Walking through a mall like this—hand in hand, laughing, whispering about silly things, stopping to admire store displays, feeling safe and seen...

With Satoshi?

When?

Kyouko searched her memories.

Never.

Not once.

They never held hands like this in public.

They never strolled together.

No casual dates. No weekend outings.

No shopping for fun.

No soft teasing.

No warmth.

Nothing.

Only silence. Distance. Politeness that grew colder each year.

But with Haruki—

Everything was different.

Her first orgasm.

Her first truly satisfying sex.

Her first time being touched like she mattered.

Her first time crying from pleasure, not pain.

Her first time being seen.

Her first time being desired... deeply.

Her first time being kissed like she was fragile and sacred.

Her first time being held all night, without being pushed away.

Her first time being loved.

And now...walking through a mall on a simple date—

Laughing, holding onto a man who made her feel like she was still young, still special, still... enough.

Kyouko looked up at Haruki beside her.

He said something light—about the smell from the food court up ahead—and nudged her shoulder gently with his.

She smiled.

Eyes soft.

Heart full.

This is the life I never had...

And now that I’ve tasted it...

I’ll never go back.

"Haruki?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure...?"

"About what?" he turned to her, curious.

Kyouko looked up, her voice soft.

"You know... I’m old."

Haruki paused—then smiled.

"So?" he said simply. "Do you look old?"

He leaned in, brushing his lips near her ear.

"Does your pussy taste old?"

Kyouko’s cheeks flushed.

"Does your body feel old?"

His voice was lower now, smooth. Teasing, but real.

Haruki smirked.

"I’m the one who decides if a woman feels old or not..."

He leaned back slightly, watching her expression.

"But, Haruki..."

"Shh."

He touched her lips gently with his finger.

"I know what you want to say. You want to compare yourself to the younger girls outside."

She stayed quiet, eyes slightly downcast.

"But no, Kyouko."

He leaned in again, whispering directly into her ear.

"And I’m sorry..."

"I fell madly in love with you."

"Your body."

"The tightness..."

"The feel."

"The sensation."

"The way you tremble."

"The way you clutch me so perfectly."

"...the smoothness of your skin. That warmth only you have."

His voice turned softer—almost reverent.

"So stop comparing yourself to others."

"Because for me..."

"I want you."

"And only you."

Kyouko’s breath caught. Her chest tightened, Her fingers reached for his hand without thinking.

And she smiled.

"Now..." Haruki grinned, slipping his hand gently around Kyouko’s waist, pulling her close.

"Let’s go find me a phone."

Kyouko leaned into him naturally, her cheek brushing his shoulder as they walked.

She smiled—soft, happy.

Then gave a small nod, her voice light.

"Okay~"

They walked together through the mall corridor, warm lights reflecting off the polished floor, their steps unhurried.

No more secrets.

No more stolen moments.

Just the two of them.

Together.

As they walked slowly through the mall, Haruki leaned in close.

His voice dropped to a whisper, brushing her ear.

"Don’t you dare betray me, Kyouko."

Kyouko blinked, caught off guard.

She felt his hand on her waist tighten.

Possessive.

She smiled.

And without hesitation, she reached up and gripped his arm tighter around her.

"You too..." she whispered back.

"Don’t you dare leave me."

"You’re mine," Haruki whispered firmly, his voice low and sure against her ear.

Kyouko looked up at him, her eyes soft—glowing with that serene warmth only she could carry.

Then, without a word, she gently tugged at his shirt, urging him to lean down closer.

Haruki tilted his head, and she brought her lips near his ear, her voice graceful, quiet, possessive.

"Same goes to you."

She smiled sweetly.

"Your face..."

A gentle pause.

"Your body..."

Then, with a whisper only for him—

"...and your dick and nuts..."

Her smile widened, elegant as ever.

"...they’re mine."

Haruki nearly stumbled, caught between arousal and laughter, heart racing from the contrast of her words and the graceful way she delivered them.

She just kept walking like nothing happened.

Still holding his arm.

Still smiling like a perfect wife.

"So..." Haruki leaned a little closer, his voice teasing.

"We’re going to have sex after this?"

Kyouko glanced up at him with a calm, elegant smile—

Then wiggled her brows just slightly, her tone smooth.

"After we find your phone..."

She leaned in closer, her lips near his ear now.

"Then we can go straight home... if you want~"

Haruki grinned wide, heart thudding at how effortlessly she flipped between graceful and wicked.

"Oh~ that’s what I like about you."

Kyouko chuckled softly, her arm still hooked around his.

"Well... you better pick that phone quick."

They both stopped in front of the phone shop.

Rows of models lined the clean glass display—each with little signs highlighting specs, deals, and features. Bright lighting and the soft hum of digital demo videos filled the air.

Haruki and Kyouko stood close together, discussing the options.

"This one’s good," Haruki said, pointing at a slim, dark-gray model. "Nice specs, fast processor, and I like the screen size. "

Kyouko leaned in, studying the phone thoughtfully.

Then Haruki turned to her with a soft grin.

"How about we buy this one?"

Kyouko blinked, then smiled gently.

"Well... it’s your phone. You should pick whichever model you want."

Haruki shook his head.

"No~ this isn’t my phone."

She tilted her head, a little confused.

"We’re buying this for us."

Kyouko gave a small chuckle. "But Haruki, I still have my phone—"

"I know," he said, cutting in softly. "But this is different."

"A new phone..."

He looked at her, voice a little lower.

"A new life."

He gestured to the display.

"Besides, this model is perfect for couples. Dual profile mode. Shared gallery. You can even link calendars and notes. Privacy settings can be paired. It’s simple, but connected."

Kyouko’s eyes softened.

She didn’t say anything at first.

Then—

She smiled.

"...Mm. Then let’s get it."

( End Of Chapter )

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