Chapter 176: Inside Her Secret World ( 176 )

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Chapter 176: Inside Her Secret World ( 176 ) Satomi’s voice kept flowing through the phone. Kyouko listened politely. Or at least—pretended to. Because while Satomi kept talking about schedules and meetings and quarterly returns, Kyouko’s attention was... elsewhere. Haruki’s fingers had already slipped the buttons open on her blouse. His warm palms were now gliding along her bare waist. Her bra loosened. Fallen. Forgotten. Kyouko didn’t stop him. She smiled faintly. And let him do as he pleased. Inside her mind— Look at your husband, Satomi. This man you ignore. This man you keep chained to your name, but never to your heart. While you’re calling me about office meetings and bank statements... Your husband is right here... slowly undressing me. He’s hard. Burning. Starving for me. And I’m not even stopping him. Sorry, Satomi. But I won’t ever give him back. You never cared for him. Never touched him. Never asked if he was lonely. You’re his wife on paper. A name beside his. Not his partner. Not his warmth. Not his home. You sleep beside him... but never let him hold you. You let him starve. He’s crazy about me. He trembles when I moan his name. He looks at me like I’m everything. So Satomi... No. I won’t let him go. Not now. Not ever. Kyouko’s eyes drifted down. Haruki was already naked now—laid out beneath her, chest rising with each breath, his length fully hardened, standing tall and proud. Her gaze lingered on it for a moment. Thick. Long. Heavy with heat. Still glistening from the earlier touch. Still pulsing for her. Without a word, she lifted herself up and reached down, slender fingers wrapping around the base. She aligned it carefully beneath her—guiding it to her entrance. Then, slowly... steadily... she sank down. Her lips parted. The head pushed in with a deep stretch that made her knees tremble slightly, her thighs tightening around his hips. Her breath trembled as they connected. Her thighs gave a small shake from the stretch, and she bit her lower lip to keep her voice in check. Just then, Satomi’s voice continued over the phone, still droning about work, as if nothing were out of place. Kyouko’s head tilted slightly. "Mm..." she hummed softly into the receiver. "That’s good to hear," she added—her tone sweet and steady, even as her body trembled from the slow, intimate rhythm she’d begun without a sound. Still holding the phone, Kyouko looked down at him, breath shallow. "Satomi?" Kyouko said softly, her voice gentle as her hips shifted slightly, adjusting to the thick weight buried deep inside her. "Yes, Mom?" came Satomi’s casual reply. Kyouko glanced down—her eyes trailing over where they were still fully connected. Haruki’s shaft stretched her, thick and firm, pulsing inside her as he tried not to move. Kyouko smiled faintly. "I think I want to rest now," she said, her voice warm and calm. "I’m a bit tired..." Her fingers slid down Haruki’s chest, teasing him as she whispered the next line, still into the phone. "...and I need to cook this meat first." There was a pause on the other end. "Oh? What meat?" Kyouko’s eyes lowered again, lips curving as she looked at the thick length buried inside her. "It’s not much..." she said, her tone smooth, composed. "Just a... big wagyu cut." Haruki let out a shaky breath beneath her, his fingers tightening on her thighs. "I’ll talk to you later, alright?" "Okay. Get some rest, Mom." Kyouko ended the call. And the moment the screen went dark, her hand slid back down to Haruki’s chest—slow, deliberate. Kyouko leaned in, brushing her lips just above his. "...Now," she whispered. "Where were we?" Her hips moved slowly, fluidly. The room was quiet, save for the soft, slick sound that filled the space each time she rocked her body forward. Wet. Rhythmic. Intimate. Kyouko’s breath trembled as her hands rested gently on Haruki’s chest for balance. Her thighs quivered with the slow descent, her body stretched around him in a way that made her feel completely... filled. She looked down at him—her eyes heavy, half-lidded, glowing faintly beneath her lashes. A soft whimper slipped from her lips. Even now, after everything... he was still too much. Too deep. Too wide. Too perfect. Her voice broke into a moan—quiet, breathy, barely above a whisper. Then she leaned in, her lips hovering just above his, her breath sweet against his skin. "You like it?" she whispered. Her eyes locked onto his—shy, loving, and just a little teasing. Haruki’s answer was written all over his face. Even with the slow rhythm, Kyouko felt everything. Every inch of him. Every deep, stretching push inside her. Haruki’s size was more than her body was made to hold. He reached her end... and still, she could feel there was more. Just slightly more he hadn’t given her yet. But the pressure, the fullness, the way he filled her—it was already too much. She whimpered softly, gazing down at him. Haruki’s face was lost in pleasure—eyes half-shut, lips parted, chest rising with uneven breaths. She loved this. The way he looked at her like she was sacred. The way he clenched his jaw just to hold himself back. The way her body, small and soft and real, could still overwhelm him. Her lips curved into a quiet, blushing smile. Despite her trembling legs and fluttering core—she began to move. A little faster. Trying her best. Each movement sent a ripple through her—tight, intense, too much. And then— Her breath caught. Her back arched. Her fingers clutched his chest. A soft cry escaped her lips, barely a whisper. Her whole body shuddered. Haruki didn’t move. He only watched. Above him, Kyouko trembled. Her lips parted in a silent breath, her brows drawn, eyes half-shut as her body jerked softly atop him. She wasn’t loud. She didn’t scream. She just lost herself... beautifully. Her thighs quivered around his waist. Her back arched just slightly as she tried to hold it in. But she couldn’t. Not when he was this deep. Not when he was stretching her this wide. Haruki’s breath caught as he looked down between them—where her small body struggled to take him completely, yet still pulsed around him like she never wanted to let him go. She clutched at his chest as if grounding herself. Every soft squeeze inside her came in waves—tight, warm, trembling. She was trying her best to move, to stay composed, but her climax took over. She was overwhelmed. And he could see it all. The way her body surrendered. The way her mouth stayed open, stunned by the stretch. The way her hips stuttered, no longer under her control. God, she was beautiful. Not just her face—though that alone was enough to ruin him. But the way she reacted to him. Only him. Soft skin. Flushed cheeks. That graceful curve of her waist. She felt like a dream beneath him—tight, smooth, impossibly soft. Inside his mind, a quiet thought stirred. I was hoping... really hoping. That one day... The chance would appear. For me. For me... To have her. To take her. Not in secret. Not in silence. But officially. Not just in hidden rooms... Not just behind locked doors... Not only in the dark hours of night when no one else was home. He wanted to wake beside her. To eat meals with her without hiding. To touch her without looking over his shoulder. To let the world see— That this woman, this perfect, trembling woman, who moaned his name and gave him everything without holding back... Was his. Only his. He looked up at her again—her lashes still fluttering, her body still trembling in aftershocks above him. And his chest ached. Because right now, she was everything. And still, he couldn’t have her. Not yet. But one day... One day... ( End Of Chapter )

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