Chapter 235: The First Light of Us ( 235 )

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Chapter 235: The First Light of Us ( 235 ) "Haruki~" Kyouko whispered his name softly, her voice trembling with warmth as she looked up at him. Her cheeks were still flushed, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with the afterglow of everything they just shared. Haruki leaned down without a word and kissed her— Deeply. Lovingly. Possessively. Their lips moved together like instinct. Their bodies still locked. When they parted, she smiled gently, brushing her fingers along his cheek. "You... love it?" Her voice was barely audible, shy and sweet. "Yes... I love it, Kyouko." Her smile softened even more, her arms wrapping gently around his back. "Mm... I’m glad." "I’m able to satisfy you..." Haruki kissed her again. Longer this time. The next morning. Kyouko stirred softly. Her body ached—completely spent. Last night... Haruki hadn’t stopped. The moment he got hard again, he devoured her. Ravished her completely—again and again. He used both of her holes, without waiting. Without mercy. As if he had been starving. She’d lost count of her climaxes. Lost track of time. Her body now felt like warm jelly against his. She lay curled against him, her cheek resting gently on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Her legs tangled with his. Her arms wrapped loosely around his waist. So warm... So full... She smiled faintly, gazing up at his sleeping face. That handsome, calm expression. Even after all that... he still looked peaceful. She moved carefully, trying not to wake him. But the moment she slipped out of the sheets. A hand closed around her wrist. She gasped softly. "Where are you going?" His voice was low. Raspy from sleep. "I... I’m just going to the toilet..." Kyouko whispered with a soft smile. "Oh..." There was a pause. Then—his grip tightened just a little. She blinked. Haruki opened one eye—half-lidded and serious. "Don’t you dare leave me." Kyouko’s breath caught. Her heart skipped. She stared at him—surprised. And then... She smiled again. Softly. Warmly. "Mm... okay." She leaned down... and kissed his forehead. "I won’t." Haruki watched her. Kyouko moved with quiet grace— Uncovered, unbothered, her bare back lit softly by the morning light as she walked toward the restroom. Every step of hers... even now... felt unreal. And inside his mind— No... I didn’t target you because of what I found out about Satomi. I wasn’t some twisted opportunist. But back then... I had doubts. I hesitated. I wasn’t sure if it was right to fall for you... If I was allowed. But the moment he uncovered the truth— Satomi and her father— That unnatural, sickening relationship... All of it vanished. The doubt. The guilt. The hesitation. It was like someone flipped a switch. Like light flooding into a dark room. My eyes opened. My mind cleared. My heart— It made a decision. I no longer hesitated to chase you, Kyouko. To think of you at night. To wonder what your skin would feel like. What your voice would sound like if it broke under pleasure. I needed to know... So he stayed close. Always close. Studying her. Watching her. Learning how to open the door. How to break through her shyness, her silence. How to make you fall for me... Because by then... I had already fallen for you. The moment I saw the chance... I knew it wouldn’t be easy. You were loyal. Too loyal. A woman like you— Kind, reserved, bound by duty... You wouldn’t fall easily. Not for someone like me. So I waited. I stayed near. I watched. I waited for the opportunity. For that one moment where your guard might drop... Where your smile might linger a little longer... Where your loneliness might echo just loud enough for me to hear. And then— I remember that night. So clearly. The night everything changed. The happiest moment of my life. The night I stopped holding back. The night I no longer hesitated. The night I made the first move. And you— You didn’t pull away. You let it happen. You crossed the line with me. Because deep down, I think... You were waiting, too. You just needed someone to be brave enough. And I was. Because I knew— If I didn’t make the first move... You would’ve stayed silent forever. You would’ve buried your heart like you always did. And now? Now you’re mine. Fully. Completely. And I won’t let any other man get you. Not ever. "Haruki?" He blinked—surprised. Kyouko was already beside him, her damp hair gently brushing his shoulder, wrapped in only a towel. "Hmm? Kyouko..." "What are you thinking?" she asked softly, tilting her head, that serene smile playing at her lips. "Hmm? Nothing..." he replied quickly, his eyes lingered on her figure. "Really?" Her tone was teasing—gentle. "Yes," he said— Then reached for her. He pulled her close, cupping her cheek, then kissed her—deeply. Their lips met in heat again. His hand slid to her chest, fondling her breast with slow, hungry fingers. Kyouko gasped softly into the kiss. He broke the kiss, lips barely apart from hers. "...Kyouko..." She smiled, cheeks flushed. Then she tapped his chest lightly, whispering against his lips. "Wake up already... I’ll prepare breakfast." Haruki groaned slightly, resting his forehead against hers. "Can’t I have you for breakfast instead?" Kyouko chuckled softly. "Naughty..." She pulled away gently. Kyouko walked toward the wardrobe, her bare feet silent on the floor. She opened it slowly— All the clothes inside were new. Simple, feminine dresses Haruki had picked out just yesterday. She hadn’t brought anything from the old house. Not a single piece of clothing. Not a trace of the past. Only what Haruki gave her now. "Kyouko?" "Hmm?" She turned her head slightly, still browsing through the dresses. "You... wouldn’t leave me, right?" She paused. Then looked over her shoulder with that same gentle smile—the one that always melted his heart. "Did I ever leave you?" she asked, voice soft. "Hmm?" That smile— So pure. So real. It hit Haruki like a wave. His chest tightened. And... his length twitched beneath the sheets. He groaned softly into his hand. Damn it... not again. Kyouko giggled quietly, already knowing. "No~ no~" she said, wagging her finger as she picked out a light cream-colored dress. "I’ll prepare breakfast first. After that, we eat." "Mm... okay..." Haruki replied, lips twitching into a smile as he watched her graceful silhouette disappear toward the kitchen. Haruki stood up, stretching briefly, then made his way to the bathroom. The water ran warm. He stepped under the stream, eyes closed as he let it wash over him— Cleaning off the traces of last night. Her scent still clinging to his skin. He took his time. Not rushing. Just breathing. Then— A soft knock on the bathroom door. He turned off the water, reached for a towel, then pulled the door open slightly. Kyouko stood there, dressed now in a simple, elegant cream dress. Her hair gently tied up. She was smiling—softly, sweetly. "Towel’s already on the counter," she said. Haruki glanced past her—sure enough, a fresh towel was neatly folded where she’d placed it. "Okay," he said with a grin. "Thanks, honey." She leaned closer, eyes gleaming. "Mm~ You’re welcome, darling~" He watched her as she turned and walked away, the soft sway of her hips under that dress already making his mind blur again. ( End Of Chapter )

Chapter 235: The First Light of Us ( 235 )

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