Chapter 148: Complete Submission ( 148 )

Words : 1119 Updated : Sep 27th, 2025

Chapter 148: Complete Submission ( 148 ) The golden afternoon light bathed the seaside living room in warmth. Kyouko was straddling Haruki on the living room couch—her dress hiked up around her thighs, her hands resting lightly on his chest. Her breath was shallow, her cheeks flushed, but her expression—soft, calm, almost serene. Haruki moved beneath her in a slow, controlled rhythm. Not frenzied. Just deep. Just enough. Her fingers curled slightly against his chest as his hips lifted again—pushing inside her, the fullness stretching her in that way she was now addicted to. Her lower back arched, but she didn’t cry out. She smiled. The phone on the coffee table buzzed—Satomi. Haruki hesitated, his breath sharp against her neck. But Kyouko just leaned forward, pressing her lips near his ear. "Don’t stop." Then she picked up the phone. "Hello?" Her voice was soft, perfectly normal. On the other end, Satomi’s voice came clear. "Ah, Mom. Haruki there?" Kyouko bit her lower lip as Haruki rolled his hips again—slow, deep. She swallowed the moan down and smiled. "Ah~ no... mm..." A pause. "Mom?" "Ah... yes?" Haruki’s hands gripped her waist, his thumbs pressing into the curve of her hips. Her body rocked gently with every thrust, but her voice—elegant as ever. "What are you doing?" Another thrust. A soft slap of skin against skin. Kyouko tilted her head slightly, controlling her breath. "Cooking~" "Oh... what’s with the sound?" Another soft, wet slap. Kyouko’s smile widened just slightly. "Ah... I’m tenderizing this... mm... meat." "What meat?" Her breath caught again, but she kept her voice steady. "Huge meat~" she whispered, barely above her breath, her inner muscles tightening around Haruki in perfect rhythm. Haruki bit back a groan, burying his face against her breast as he kept moving. "How’s everything there, Mom?" "Nothing’s happened. Why do you ask?" "No reason. Just..." Satomi’s voice lowered slightly. "Mom, keep an eye on Haruki, okay?" Kyouko’s eyes softened. "Mm~ of course." "Make sure he doesn’t flirt with anyone." Kyouko ran her hand down Haruki’s chest slowly, possessively. "Ah~ don’t worry... he won’t. I’m here to... keep watch." "But Mom—" "I know." A small breath. "I’ll keep... an eye on him." Haruki moved again—deeper this time—and Kyouko’s back arched slightly, though her voice didn’t break. Her body clenched around him. The climax came softly—no scream, no gasp. Just a deep, hidden tremble in her limbs, her lips parting silently. A low groan slipped from Haruki’s throat. Satomi’s voice returned, confused. "Wait... was that Haruki just now?" Kyouko blinked slowly, her smile never fading. "Mm? Ah—he was eating hot noodles." "Hot noodles?" "Yes. Too hot, I think." She gave a faint laugh, smooth and effortless. Satomi hesitated. "...Alright. I’ll call later." "Mm~ take care." The call ended. Kyouko set the phone down gently. She leaned into Haruki’s chest, still breathless but composed, brushing her fingers through his hair. "You’re not very quiet when I let you finish inside..." Haruki could barely respond. She smiled softly, whispering: "Next time... try not to groan over noodles." Kyouko was still catching her breath, her fingers softly tracing Haruki’s collarbone when he leaned in close—his lips brushing against her ear. "How could I not..." he whispered. "The noodle... is delicious~" "But the one who called me..." she murmured, voice quiet but loaded with meaning. "She’s a noodle too, isn’t she? Younger... fresher." Haruki looked into her eyes without hesitation. "Maybe." He leaned in closer, lips nearly touching hers again. "But not as hot as the one that’s with me now." Kyouko’s breath caught. "This one’s perfect." He kissed her again. "Perfectly cooked." She laughed softly, shaking her head as she lightly tapped his chest. "You’re terrible..." "No," Haruki whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I’m just honest." Haruki leaned in again, his hand brushing slowly along Kyouko’s waist. "She may be younger in age..." he whispered near her ear. "But in appearance?" He kissed her temple. "No. You’re younger. Hotter. Tighter." Kyouko’s face turned slightly, half-embarrassed, half-scolding. "Why would you say that~" she murmured. Haruki looked directly into her eyes. "Because it’s true. I’m serious." His voice didn’t waver. There was no teasing now. Only truth. And in that stillness, with her body still warm against his, Kyouko fell silent. Inside her mind... Ah... Satomi... I’m sorry. I really am. I know you asked me to look after him. I know you trusted me. But I think I overdid it... I only meant to keep him company. To make him feel a little warmth. To help him smile again. But now... He’s crazy about me. And from the way he touches me... from the words he says... Ahh... he no longer wants you. Her eyes softened, her fingers lightly tracing Haruki’s jaw. I didn’t mean to take him, Satomi. I didn’t chase him. I didn’t seduce him. I just... let him have sex with me. I let him enjoy it. I enjoyed it too. That’s all it was, in the beginning. A selfish little moment. A quiet escape from everything I’ve been starved of. Nothing more. ...Sorry. A pause. But then, her heart whispered what her lips couldn’t. But now... I don’t think I want to give him back. Haruki wrapped his arms tighter around her, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent—deeply, hungrily. Kyouko shivered. His breath was warm against her skin. His body still tense. Still ready. Even after what they’d just done... he hadn’t softened. Not even a little. She closed her eyes. Ah... Satomi. Did you ever see this side of your husband? Not just the way he touches. Not just how deeply he moves. It’s not just his stamina. Not just his size. It’s everything. The way he holds me like he owns me. The way he craves every part of me like he’s been starving for years. She bit her lip as Haruki’s hand slid up her side, his fingers curving around her breast again—possessive, slow, unhurried. Look, Satomi... Look at him. He’s enjoying all of it—every bit of a real woman’s body. His mouth lowered to her collarbone, lips brushing her skin. She trembled. You’ve never seen him like this, have you? So wild. So alive. She glanced down, her breath catching softly. And look... He’s still inside me. Still firm. Still deep. He didn’t even pull out... Ahh... Satomi... I’m really sorry. But your husband—he’s going to ravish me again. And again. Like a man who hasn’t touched a woman in years. She tilted her head slightly, letting Haruki kiss along her throat, her fingers weaving into his hair. Sorry, Satomi. Mom really didn’t mean to take him... But now? He’s mine. ( End Of Chapter )

Chapter 148: Complete Submission ( 148 )

Comments (0)