Chapter 175: Secret Moments ( 175 )

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Chapter 175: Secret Moments ( 175 ) Haruki reached up and gently pulled her closer, guiding her onto his chest. Kyouko let out a small breath of surprise, but didn’t resist. She settled atop him, her knees on either side, coat still draped over her shoulders, her soft weight pressing lightly against him. Then he leaned in, lips brushing against her neck. Soft. Warm. Familiar. He kissed her skin slowly. Kyouko giggled, her body twitching slightly. "Haruki!" she whispered with a smile. "That’s ticklish..." He smiled against her neck, then inhaled deeply—eyes closed. "You smell good," he murmured, voice low, almost dazed. "Mm?" she tilted her head with a teasing grin. "You’re just saying that because you’re aroused." Haruki chuckled under her. "Well," he said, his hands sliding gently along her waist. "Maybe..." Kyouko rolled her eyes softly, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. She leaned down slowly, letting her forehead touch his. "We can still be like this, right?" Haruki asked, his voice low, eyes searching hers. Kyouko didn’t answer right away. She leaned down slowly, resting her forehead gently against his. Their noses almost touched. Their breaths mingled in the quiet air between them. She looked into his eyes, calm and sure. "Yes," she whispered. "We can." Her gaze flicked briefly toward the front door—still locked. Then she smiled, soft and certain, as her fingers brushed lightly over his collar. Haruki exhaled slowly, his chest rising beneath her. From this close, he could smell her breath. It was faint... delicate. Sweet. His hands slid up her back, slowly. "I love this," he murmured. Kyouko closed her eyes for a moment, her lips still close to his. "...Me too." Kyouko shifted slightly, starting to slide off his lap—but Haruki tightened his arms around her. "Haruki!" she whispered with a playful gasp, wiggling gently to free herself. But he only pulled her closer. And kissed her. Deep. Slow. Hungry. She smiled into it—eyes fluttering shut—as her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him back, happy, warm, content. When their lips parted, she looked into his eyes. She felt his hands again... one resting on her butt, the other roaming gently over her side, brushing the curve of her back, slipping slightly beneath the edge of her coat. Her smile deepened. She leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder, cheek pressed to him, breathing slow. Moments like this... This was happiness for her. Quiet. Secret. But full of love. "...Haruki?" she whispered, smiling softly. "Hmm?" "Do you have anything you want to eat?" Haruki chuckled faintly. "I do." "I can cook it for you," she said, resting her chin on his shoulder now, looking at his face from the side. But Haruki turned slightly, eyes gleaming with mischief. "I don’t think you can help me cook what I want to eat." Kyouko blinked, confused. "Why not?" He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "Because I want to eat you~" "Haruki!!" she gasped, smacking his chest with her palm, blushing hard. "I was serious!" He laughed quietly, pulling her into another hug, lips brushing her temple. "I was too," he whispered. Kyouko covered her face in his shoulder, shaking her head with a soft, embarrassed smile. Kyouko shifted slightly on top of him. And she felt it. The firmness pressing up beneath her—hard, straining against his pants. Her cheeks warmed, but her smile stayed. Of course she noticed. How could she not... When Haruki’s size was nearly the thickness of her wrist. Hot. Heavy. Impossible to ignore. She glanced down at him, eyes narrowing slightly. "Naughty boy~" she whispered, voice soft with amusement. Haruki just grinned up at her—mischievous, smug, unashamed. "Kyouko... let’s have sex," he said, bold and direct, his voice low and eager. Kyouko let out a quiet laugh and shook her head. "Not now... we just got back from Okinawa. Let’s rest first, okay?" "But..." Haruki murmured, arms tightening slightly around her waist. "What if they come home? We won’t get another chance." Kyouko smacked his chest lightly with her palm, still smiling. "You know you can," she said gently. "Like before." She leaned in closer, lips near his ear. "Midnight... or dawn... when they’re both asleep." Her voice dropped lower—almost a whisper. "We’ve done it in the kitchen, haven’t we...?" Her hand traced a slow circle on his chest. "...Or the guest room downstairs..." She pulled back slightly, eyes locked on his. "Even the bathroom..." Haruki’s breath hitched faintly. Kyouko smiled again, sweet. "We’ll find our time." Then Kyouko’s phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at the screen. Satomi. She smiled faintly—half sweet, half amused—as Haruki leaned in and began kissing her neck again. His hand slipped under her blouse, fingers fondling her breast with slow, greedy movements. Kyouko let out the smallest breath... then answered the call. "Hello?" "Mom? Did you arrive in Tokyo yet?" Satomi’s voice came through, light but impatient. "Yes... I just arrived. I’m at home now." "Oh... where’s Haruki?" Kyouko kept her tone smooth, unfazed, even as Haruki’s fingers played with her nipple now, rolling it slowly between his fingers. "Haruki-kun? He’s upstairs," she said softly, glancing down at the man who was clearly not upstairs—his mouth now trailing along her collarbone. "I tried calling him," Satomi sighed. "But he didn’t answer. I don’t know what’s wrong with him lately... he rarely takes my calls." "Maybe because he’s tired, Satomi," Kyouko replied, her voice gentle. But inside her mind— Of course he wouldn’t want to take your calls anymore. All you do is nag him. All you ever ask is if he’s with another woman—which, well... he is. All you care about is work. Deadlines. Image. You don’t even let him touch you. You left him starving, Satomi. And now... he found someone who satisfies that hunger. Someone who gives him what you wouldn’t. His huge desire, his aching need... Her gaze slid down to where Haruki’s hard length pressed up again through his pants—still straining beneath her as he caressed her slowly, possessively. What a waste, Satomi. You let a man go who’s not only rare—tall, handsome, loyal... But one of the few blessed with that size. And more than that... He has time. Freedom. A flexible schedule. The kind of man most women here could only dream of. And you pushed him away. ( End Of Chapter )

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