Chapter 103: The Beauty of Innocence ( 103 )

Chapter 103: The Beauty of Innocence ( 103 ) Kyouko bit her lip—hard—as she felt Haruki slowly push forward, his thick penis stretching her pussy from within. Her pussy instinctively clenched, welcoming him despite her mind screaming at her to stay quiet. "Don’t..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice barely a breath, "Don’t remove any clothes... okay?" "Mm..." Haruki responded behind her, his lips brushing her ear. They moved under the blanket, bodies hidden beneath layers of soft fabric, but every inch of her pussy could feel him—pressing deeper... slowly. Deliciously. Kyouko’s eyes fluttered shut. That stretch... That fullness... She bit her lower lip again, holding back the moan that threatened to escape. His movements were slow. Every push forward made her body tremble, her hands gripping the edge of the futon. And still... She wanted more. Even in her parents’ house. Even with danger just a wall away. Kyouko’s body wanted more, needed more. She longed for Haruki to move faster, to take her the way he always did. But.... No. Not here. Not in her parents’ house. She gritted her teeth, face flushed, feeling every deep, slow thrust as Haruki moved carefully behind her. There was no loud slapping of skin. No rhythmic noise to betray them. Only. The quiet, wet sound of her pussy. Kyouko’s eyes widened. No... not that sound... That quiet, slick sound echoed faintly under the blanket with each slow thrust, every gentle push of his hips. Haruki noticed too. But instead of stopping, he adjusted, tightening his rhythm, changing the angle of his hips, each stroke deep but controlled, his grip steady on her waist, minimizing every movement that could be heard. Still. Her pussy pulsed around him, wet and sensitive. Too sensitive. Her body trembled with each slow push. And then she did something Haruki hadn’t seen before. She grabbed the pillow and pressed it to her face—burying her moans, her gasps, her everything—as her legs trembled, her body jolted, and her climax hit her without warning. Tight. Fast. Hard. Her back arched as much as she could without making a sound, the muscles of her pussy clenching desperately around him. So fast... Haruki thought, eyes burning with heat as he watched her lose herself silently. She came that easily? He could barely believe it. But the feeling of her soft, soaking heat fluttering around him, gripping his penis like she never wanted to let go. Told him everything. God... she’s so hot. His hands caressed her waist, holding her close as she rode out her silent peak. Haruki continued to move slowly, pulling back, then pressing in, each motion deliberate, restrained. But the sound... That quiet, lewd wet sound of their connection. It only grew louder. Kyouko’s cheeks burned. Her breath hitched against the pillow, and she reached one trembling hand behind her, blindly pressing it against his hip. A signal. A plea. "Haruki..." she whispered, voice shaky. "Let’s stop... it’s too risky..." Haruki leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Because of your wet pussy?" he teased in a low whisper, lips brushing her skin. Kyouko’s face turned crimson. She gave a small nod, unable to deny it. "I’ll make it up to you tomorrow..." she whispered, her voice a soft promise. "In your house... okay?" Haruki slowly exhaled. He kissed the back of her shoulder, and gently pulled out his penis from her pussy, moving carefully so the futon wouldn’t rustle too much. She turned slightly, still on her side, adjusting the blanket over herself again. A few seconds of silence passed. Then Haruki leaned in again, resting his forehead against hers. "Tomorrow," he whispered. "Tomorrow..." Kyouko whispered."You can do it... the whole day, if you want~" Haruki’s eyes glinted in the dark. "Are you sure~?" She gave a quiet breath of laughter. "Depends... if you can handle it~" Haruki grinned softly. "Oh... that’s what I wanted to hear." "Mm..." A moment passed between them, warm, charged, sweet. Then she gave him a gentle push under the blanket. "Now go back to your futon." "Can I hug you while we sleep?" Haruki asked in a low teasing whisper. "No~" she whispered back, just as softly. "If someone sees us... they’ll know." Haruki sighed shifting away but still smiling. "Okay... but tomorrow," he murmured, "I’m not letting you go." Kyouko turned her back to him again, hiding her smile in the pillow. Tomorrow... she thought. And with that warmth still lingering in her chest and his scent still clinging to her skin, Kyouko finally drifted off to sleep. The early morning light crept through the edges of the curtain. Kyouko stirred first. She turned quietly in her futon, and her gaze landed on Haruki, still lying peacefully, his chest rising and falling in the soft rhythm of sleep. A tender smile touched her lips. She leaned in slowly, brushing a gentle kiss onto his cheek. "Good morning," she whispered, even though he didn’t stir. Silently, she rose, gathering her towel and her familiar skincare pouch from the wardrobe before slipping out of the guest room. Inside the bathroom, she undressed with care, folding the kimono neatly over the side. The warm water felt soothing as she washed herself clean, and as always, she took her time with her skincare, light touches, gentle dabs, and the faint scent of rosewater lingering in the air. When she returned, wrapped in her towel, another around her hair, she stepped quietly back into the guest room. Haruki was awake now. Sitting up, his hair tousled, eyes slightly glazed as though still caught between sleep and a lingering hangover. She smiled. Without a word, she turned her back to him and stepped toward the wardrobe. Then. She bent forward, slowly. Gracefully. And deliberately. The towel lifted slightly at the back, revealing just enough of her flawless curves, and the smooth, bare glimpse of her hairless pussy. Haruki blinked. Completely awake now. His breath caught in his throat. Then she glanced back over her shoulder. Eyes soft. A knowing smile. She winked, lips moving soundlessly as if whispering: "Your breakfast..." And then turned away. Kyouko turned toward the door and quietly slid the lock into place. The soft click echoed in the silent room. Haruki watched from the futon, his eyes following her every move. Without a word, she let the towel around her body fall slowly. Gracefully. It slipped down her curves like water, pooling softly at her feet. There she stood, her bare skin glowing in the morning light, smooth, flawless, natural. Not a hint of shame in her posture. Only quiet confidence. She picked up a pair of soft, pale-pink panties and turned slightly, enough for Haruki to see. With a serene, teasing smile, she bent one leg at a time, slipping into them with elegant ease. Her movements were fluid, almost like a dance. Feminine. Perfect. Haruki held his breath. She glanced at him once. Then she reached for her matching bra. She slid her arms through the straps and clasped it behind her back in one smooth motion. The lace framed her full, soft breasts with delicate precision. Finally, she stepped into a simple white dress. She turned to face Haruki once more, adjusting her hair towel with both hands, eyes calm and composed. ( End Of Chapter )