Chapter 191: Her Own Path ( 191 )

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Chapter 191: Her Own Path ( 191 ) The sound of skin meeting skin echoed softly through the tiled walls. Haruki’s hips moved hard, deep, driving into her again and again. Kyouko was bent forward, hands pressed to the steamy glass, her hair damp and clinging to her back. Her lips parted with every thrust, soft, breathy moans slipping free. Her body trembled, overwhelmed. But her heart was steady. Inside her mind. Thank you, Satoshi. Thank you, Satomi. Because of you both... I finally know what I want. I’m not scared anymore. I don’t care about your rules. Your silence. Your neglect. I want this man. I want his hands on my body, his breath on my neck, his penis inside me. I want him to fuck me like this—without guilt. Without hiding. And I want him to enjoy every second of it. Her fingers curled against the glass as Haruki moved harder, his grip firm on her hips, his breath hot against her skin. She moaned again—louder this time, no longer holding back. Soon, Satomi. Soon, Satoshi... I will be free. That evening. The soft chime of the alarm clock echoed gently in the quiet guest room. 5:00 PM. Kyouko stirred first, eyes fluttering open to the fading golden light pouring through the window. The warmth of the man beside her remained wrapped around her skin even as she pulled away gently. They hadn’t worn a thing. Their bodies tangled beneath the sheets, skin to skin. She turned her head. Haruki was still asleep, his expression calm, peaceful. Kyouko smiled. She leaned down slowly, brushing her lips against his. A kiss. Soft. Careful. Loving. Without waking him, she slipped quietly. Her body still ached faintly—pleasantly—from the hours they’d spent together. But she didn’t mind. That ache made her feel alive. It reminded her who she belonged to now. She walked across the room, picking up her clothes piece by piece, slipping them on gently, smoothing down the wrinkles. Her hair tied up. She stood by the doorway, eyes still resting on the man sleeping soundly in her bed. I want to see him smile. I want to see him enjoy the food I make... the life we build. She placed her hand softly over her chest. I want him to be healthy. Strong. Happy. Kyouko stepped out of the room and headed toward the kitchen. Graceful, serene. Tonight wasn’t about escape. It was about care. For the man who gave her everything she never knew she needed. The soft simmer of the pot filled the kitchen. Kyouko stood barefoot on the cool tile floor, her sleeves neatly rolled, hair tied loosely at her nape. The gentle rhythm of her wooden spoon stirred the warm, savory mixture before her. The scent of soy and dashi filled the air. It was quiet. Peaceful. But inside her mind, thoughts whispered. Why didn’t he let me say it? Why didn’t Haruki let me just tell them? Tell them that she’d spent the entire night under him. That his body was inside hers until dawn. That she was moaning, trembling, climaxing over and over again, wrapped around the man satomi dismissed and neglected. That I loved it. Every inch of him. His body. His desire. That his thick, delicious length had been buried inside her until she couldn’t breathe—and still, she begged for more. She stirred the pot again, slowly. Is he trying to protect me? Or is he still afraid? Her fingers tightened on the spoon. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She didn’t care what they thought. They could hate her. Call her anything. But what she had with Haruki... no one could take that away. No title. No marriage paper. No cold husband. No daughter who played wife. Just the truth. She stirred once more, then lowered the heat. If he lets me... one day, I’ll tell them everything. Not for revenge. But because I’m done hiding. A soft smile touched her lips as she reached for the seasoning. I’m his. And I’ll never regret it. I would’ve told them already. Yes, I was having sex with Haruki. He ravished me the entire night. Again and again. And I loved it. And you know what? It didn’t start there. It started long before that. We slept together in Okinawa. He fucked me every single day we were there. He touched me like no one ever did. Not in over twenty years of marriage. I gave him everything. I even let him take me in places no one else ever touched—not because he asked, but because I wanted to. To show him how much I was his. How much I needed to be his. She really wanted to face Satoshi. To say the thing she really wanted to say. After waiting for so long. You know what? Let’s divorce. I’m done pretending. Done smiling like a proper wife when you never cared if I was happy. I’m not yours anymore. I’m not anyone’s puppet. Not Satomi’s mother. Not your quiet little shadow. And kyouko really wanted to shout to satomi. Tell her the thing she always wanted to say. Divorce your husband. Why do you still want to keep him if you don’t even care for him? You never let him touch your core. You never let him near your heart. You rejected everything about him—from his affection to his desire. You even turned away from his release like it was something dirty. She placed the lid gently on the pot, her motions quiet and practiced. So let him go, Satomi. Let him come to me. Let me love him the way you never did. Let me be the one to hold him when he’s tired. To listen when he speaks. To give him my body—freely, without shame—because I want him. All of him. Divorce him. So Haruki and I can finally be together—not in secret, not in guilt, but as we truly are. You and Satoshi can marry your company. Cling to your contracts. Love your ambition. Build your future. While I choose mine. A soft smile touched her lips. As Kyouko cooked for the final dish, she felt arms wrap gently around her waist. She smiled softly, leaning back into him, her hands resting on his. "Haruki..." He kissed the back of her neck. Then she turned her head slightly—their lips met, soft and slow, tasting comfort and home in one another. When they parted, Kyouko whispered: "Why didn’t you let me tell them the truth?" Haruki stayed quiet for a moment, his cheek resting against hers. "You think I’m scared?" Kyouko looked into his eyes, searching. He shook his head gently. "No... I’m not." His voice was steady. Low. "But if they knew—right now—do you think he’d just divorce you?" Kyouko’s expression shifted. Haruki’s fingers slid up to brush her arm. "Do you think Satomi would just let me go? Just sign a paper and walk away?" He held her a little tighter. "No. They’d fight. They’d destroy everything on the way out. Because they’re not hurt by love. They’re hurt by pride." Kyouko lowered her gaze, lips pressing together. "So we wait?" Haruki nodded. "Just a little longer. Until they slip. Until they want out." She turned around in his arms and looked at him. "Mm... okay~ I’ll follow your lead." She leaned up and kissed him deeply, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as their mouths met in a slow, passionate rhythm. There was no tension now. Only warmth. Only two hearts that had already decided they belonged to each other. Kyouko suddenly broke away with a gasp, eyes wide, spinning around toward the stove. "Ah! My cooking!!" She rushed forward, snatching the ladle, lowering the flame in one graceful but frantic move. "No no no—don’t burn, don’t burn—" Haruki stepped up beside her, laughing softly. It was the first time he’d seen her like this—flustered, lips pursed in real panic over something so simple. Not from fear. Not from pressure. Just... trying to save a meal. She was adorable. Truly. His calm, graceful Kyouko—always composed, always elegant—now scrambling over a pan of slightly burnt sauce, muttering under her breath. "I was supposed to serve you something special..." she pouted, stirring rapidly. Haruki leaned in and kissed her cheek gently. "You already did." Kyouko glanced at him, slightly flushed, and let out a breathy laugh. "Still... I want it to be perfect." ( End Of Chapter )

Chapter 191: Her Own Path ( 191 )

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