Chapter 241: In Each Other’s Arms ( 241 )

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Chapter 241: In Each Other’s Arms ( 241 ) "But I’ll still keep my phone," Kyouko said softly, pulling it from her handbag and showing it to him. Haruki blinked. "Why?" Kyouko smiled. A calm, gentle smile... but with something unreadable behind it. Inside her mind: There’s something in here I still need to hold onto. The truth. The evidence. But she didn’t say it out loud. She tapped on the screen and brought up her gallery. Then leaned in and whispered to him—voice soft, warm. "This video here... the one we took." She gave him a knowing look. Haruki raised a brow, and a slow grin spread on his lips when he saw it— The one they recorded in the Okinawa seaside house. That night on the couch— Just the sound of the ocean outside, and the two of them tangled in pleasure and whispered devotion. "And this," she continued, swiping gently, "our first picture together. On our first date. Before we crossed the line." Haruki looked down. The photo popped up— Him and Kyouko, standing awkwardly in front of a small cinema in Okinawa. His smile was shy. Her expression was soft, but unsure. "I still remember that day..." he said quietly. Kyouko nodded. "Me too." She swiped again. Selfies. One of them on the couch, just inches apart—posing like a couple but still hiding what they felt. Another photo—taken without much planning. Then came the ones after everything changed. Their trip to Okinawa. Photos in the seaside house. One of her walking through the garden in light workout clothes, Haruki capturing her silhouette from behind, just bathed in morning light. And another—her crouching in the sand, looking up at the camera with a shy smile. Every image told their story. Not loud. Not showy. Just real. Kyouko looked at him again. "This phone... holds our beginning," she said quietly. Haruki reached for her hand and squeezed it gently. That night. In the soft light of their apartment’s living room, the quiet hum of the city outside faded behind drawn curtains. Kyouko knelt gently between Haruki’s legs, her hair tied loosely, her cheeks slightly flushed. Her fingers grazed along his thighs with a grace only she possessed. Haruki sat back against the couch. "Kyouko..." he murmured. "Don’t force it if you can’t." But Kyouko only shook her head, smiling up at him—serene and quietly determined. Her lips brushed against his length, just the tip at first—soft, hesitant, then bolder. Her lips were small, delicate compared to his size, but she didn’t shy away. She took what she could, just the head—and began to move gently, using her smooth, elegant hand to stroke the rest of his shaft with practiced care. Haruki groaned softly, his hand gently resting on her head. "Kyouko..." The way she moved... the look in her eyes... the effort she gave just to pleasure him... Without a word, Kyouko reached for her phone—her old one. The screen lit dimly in her hand. No SIM. No internet. Just local storage. Private. She adjusted it discreetly on the nearby cushion, framing just enough. Then, gracefully, she leaned forward again. Her lips circled his tip with delicate care. Her movements slow, controlled—just enough to draw another deep groan from Haruki’s chest. He tilted his head back slightly, eyes fluttering closed. Unaware. Unbothered. Just lost in the feeling. Kyouko moved gently, her soft lips working rhythmically, while her smooth hand glided along the base of his shaft. Her fingers wrapped with elegance—never rushed, never rough. She could hear his breathing change. The way his hand clenched softly on the cushion beside him. The way his body responded to every slow stroke, every careful kiss. After a while, Kyouko’s jaw began to ache. Haruki’s size... His endurance... It was too much to keep going like that. She pulled away gently, a soft breath leaving her lips. Her cheeks were warm, flushed. Without a word, she stood. Haruki blinked, eyes half-lidded from pleasure, watching her every move. Kyouko climbed into his lap, her knees pressing softly into the couch cushions, her body facing his. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she leaned in close, their faces just inches apart. Her breath was warm against his cheek. She reached down, fingers wrapping gently around his penis. Still slick from her earlier touch. Still throbbing with need. She guided him carefully, slowly—until the tip brushed against her entrance. Haruki gripped her hips instinctively. "Kyouko..." She bit her lower lip lightly— Then pushed her hips down, slowly, inch by inch. A sharp sting made her breath hitch. Her brows knit slightly as her inner walls stretched around him—tight, wet, warm. She paused once he was halfway in, her fingers curling slightly on his shoulders. Still biting her lip. Still adjusting. Then she looked at him. Her eyes were soft. Shining. She moved again—deeper now. Haruki groaned, head falling back, his hands gripping her waist. Just a few movements— Her hips rising gently, then sinking back down—slow, controlled. And yet... Kyouko could already feel it. That pulse. That heat. The climax... it’s building already. Inside her mind, she tried to steady herself, but the sensation was undeniable. This... This is the reason I can never refuse him. Just a few movements... and I’m already losing it. She pressed her hands against his chest for balance, her breath growing shallower with each slow descent. Haruki’s shaft filled her completely—stretching her too well. Too much. And yet— It’s like his body... His shape... Was made for me. That thickness. That stretch. It was too perfect. Too addicting. Her walls clung to him desperately—like her body didn’t want to let go. Even with the slight sting, the delicious friction made her tremble. Her thighs quivered as she fought to keep control. But deep inside... She already knew. She was going to climax. Hard. Soon. Haruki felt it first. That sudden, tight squeeze around his penis— Hot, wet, pulsing. Her inner walls gripped him so firmly, so desperately, he nearly lost his breath. Then he looked up— And saw her. Kyouko’s breath caught mid-motion. Her back arched faintly. Her fingers clenched against his chest. Her lips parted—no sound came at first, only a quiet gasp— As her eyes fluttered, then shut tightly. And then her body— Jerked. A beautiful, trembling shiver ran through her from head to toe. Her thighs tensed. Her smooth, flat stomach fluttered visibly— That uncontrollable motion, soft but deep—like ripples spreading across the surface of still water. A sign of climax so raw... So feminine. Her chest heaved with breathless moans. Her hair clung to the sides of her face as she clung to him, trembling in his lap. She was still moving. Barely. Just small, helpless lifts of her hips as the waves overtook her. Haruki could feel it. Every squeeze. Every flutter of her pussy. Every quiver that told him she was coming—hard. She was so beautiful in that moment. So elegant, even in the chaos of pleasure. His perfect woman. ( End Of Chapter )

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