Chapter 189: Drugged and Desperate ( 189 )

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Chapter 189: Drugged and Desperate ( 189 ) Haruki’s pace shifted again. Harder. Deeper. Every thrust landed with a wet, needy sound—his hips slamming into hers as their bodies met over and over. Kyouko’s breath hitched. Her fingers gripped his back again—tighter this time. She could barely think. The pressure inside her built too fast. Too high. Too sharp. Her legs shook. Her moans grew desperate. And then. She broke. Again. Her climax slammed through her like a wave—fast, raw, unstoppable. Her entire body jolted, eyes flying open, mouth parting as a soft, desperate cry left her lips. Her walls clenched around him hard—fluttering, tight, pulsing, trying to hold onto him. And in that moment. Haruki groaned—deep, low, primal. He felt her come around him. Felt the delicious grip of her soaked, trembling warmth trying to take him in even deeper. And he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hips buried one final time, deep and full. And then. He released. A long, hot pulse that spilled everything inside her—no restraint, no thought, no hesitation. Kyouko felt it. Their lips met in a kiss—fierce, passionate, hungry. Nothing existed but that connection. That fullness. That surrender. She didn’t think about the risk. All that mattered was. This. Her body trembling with pleasure. His warmth spilling deep inside. Their kiss softening only after the last wave passed... And when they finally parted, foreheads pressed together, breathless. Kyouko smiled faintly. Eyes dazed. Skin glowing. Her voice barely a whisper: "...I love you, Haruki..." Their lips remained locked. Slow. Deep. Wanting. Haruki’s hand cupped Kyouko’s breast, fingers caressing gently, then squeezing—firm, loving, as if savoring the feel of her soft warmth molded into his palm. Kyouko moaned softly. Her back arched slightly under his touch, her body still tingling, still recovering—yet craving more. She loved the way his hand moved. Loved how he knew exactly how to touch her, even when her body had already given so much. Her phone buzzed. A sharp vibration against the table. She heard it. Felt the sound break the silence of their breathing. But she didn’t care. Without looking at the screen, she reached out blindly and tapped it to silent. Whoever it was... they could wait. She wasn’t leaving him. Not now. She turned back to Haruki—still above her, still inside her. Her breath caught again when she felt it. He was still hard. Still thick. Still full. Still deep inside her. And now... she felt the slick warmth between them beginning to move. Her eyes fluttered. She looked down, between their bodies—where they were still joined. Their mixed release coated his length, creating a soft, wet sound as he shifted slightly. Just a little. Just enough for her to feel it drag against her walls again. She looked up at him. His hand still on her breast. She didn’t know if it was something in the drink... Or if it was simply the desire they had tried to bury for so long. But her body welcomed him again. "Haruki..." she breathed, barely a whisper. And then—he moved. Slowly. Deliberately. Sliding in and out, coated in their shared heat. And she moaned again, sweet and broken, her legs gently wrapping around him as her body pulled him back in. Kyouko closed her eyes, her head tilting back slightly as she felt Haruki move inside her again. Slow. Deep. Purposeful. Her body, already trembling from the last climax, welcomed him without resistance. Soft slick sounds filled the space between their quiet breaths—the rhythm of their bodies still connected, still needing. And inside her— She felt it. His release. Still warm. Still thick. Still inside her. He came inside me... The thought sent a pulse straight to her chest. Her heart pounded. Her breath caught. Each thrust gentle, but full. His length, already slick from their mingled warmth, slid in and out with delicious friction, drawing a soft whimper from her throat every time. Her eyes fluttered. She knew. She wasn’t on the pill. She hadn’t taken anything. They never stopped. Never paused to think. And now... If I get pregnant... Her lips parted slightly. Then I get pregnant. The thought should’ve scared her. It should’ve brought hesitation. But it didn’t. Not here. Not with him. Not when his touch felt this right. Not when his body was wrapped around hers, moving as if he knew her heartbeat better than his own. Her hand came up, brushing through his hair as she whispered inside her mind So be it. Let the world say what it wants. Let the consequences come later. Right now, all that mattered was: His weight above her. His length inside her. And the way her body responded—clenching, trembling, welcoming. A soft moan escaped her lips again as she wrapped her arms tighter around him. And she smiled. If this is how you give me a child, Haruki... Then give me everything. At dawn, the sky began to shift—dark blue softening into silver above the quiet city skyline. Inside the apartment, the lights were low. And on the large couch, tangled in a mess of discarded clothes and wrinkled blankets. Kyouko lay in Haruki’s arms. Breathless. Exhausted. But truly satisfied. Her skin glowed with a soft sheen, her chest rising and falling slowly against his. They had been making love for hours. Again. And again. Their bodies never truly separating, only slowing, resting... then returning to each other with a hunger that never seemed to fade. And now. Her limbs barely moved. Her body felt weak, spent, and trembling from the inside out. But her heart... It was quiet. Full. Peaceful. She had never felt this alive. The strange heat from earlier—the drug, whatever it was—had long since melted into something deeper. It had started as raw need. But it ended as truth. Kyouko’s hand rested on Haruki’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her fingers. She no longer cared what came next. She no longer feared it. Not Satomi. Not Satoshi. Not judgment. Whatever Satomi had put in that glass— Maybe it was meant to humiliate her. To weaken her. To make her fall. But instead. It gave her clarity. Thank you, Satomi. You set me free. When morning came. When they returned to the house. When Satoshi and Satomi looked at her and asked where she went... She already knew what she’d say. She’d smile. She’d look them in the eye. She’d gladly tell them the truth. "I was with Haruki." And she wouldn’t flinch. Not anymore. ( End Of Chapter )

Chapter 189: Drugged and Desperate ( 189 )

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