Chapter 39: Morning After ( 39 )

Chapter 39 - Morning After ( 39 ) The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the quiet living room. Kyouko stirred gently beneath the blanket, her body slowly waking before her mind caught up. As she shifted, a faint ache between her thighs made her flinch slightly. Her cheeks flushed with heat—not from embarrassment, but from the lingering memory of the night before. Haruki... Kyouko placed a hand over her lower abdomen, the warmth of haruki seed still inside her. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to calm her racing heart.It wasn't just the physical intimacy—it was the surprise of it all. The sensation, the intensity, the overwhelming release... she never knew a woman could feel that way. Her husband never gave her that. She bit her lower lip, a strange mix of guilt and contentment swirling inside her. Haruki's body had felt so different—stronger, bolder. He was gentle, yes, but there was no denying how much larger his penis compared to her husband's, and that realization both startled and thrilled her. That difference had frightened her for a moment. The pain gave way to something she'd never felt in two decades of marriage. That rush—that deep, trembling wave that shook her to her core. Kyouko never thought she could be capable of feeling that. She smiled to herself, brushing a strand of hair from her face. It was a beautiful night. Even if it was wrong, even if she shouldn't have let it happen, it felt right in a way she hadn't experienced in years. Now that she'd given herself to Haruki—completely, without resistance—Kyouko knew there was no turning back. Her body, her heart... even her soul. She belonged to him in a way she never thought possible. She remembered how they both collapsed on the couch afterward, exhausted and tangled together, drifting off in silence. Around midnight, she had gently nudged him awake, whispering for him to go to his room. He kissed her forehead, whispered a soft "good night," and carry her to her room before going to his. Now, alone in her bedroom, Kyouko allowed herself to revel in the memory, savoring the lingering warmth and the new sensations her body had discovered. She rose slowly now, stretching her stiff body, letting the memories wrap around her like silk. A smile tugged at her lips, small and secret. But her heart ached a little too. What happens now? What will they become? Not just a kiss. Not just an embrace. They had crossed that final line. And no matter what happened next, Kyouko knew—nothing would ever be the same again. And she didn't want it to be. Kyouko slowly stood from the bed, wincing slightly as a dull ache throbbed between her thighs—a tender reminder of the night they shared.The pain of stretch of her pussy because she was being fucked by a huge penis. But there was a warmth too—a pleasant heat that spread through her body as she remembered how good it felt to be desired again. To be needed. To be touched like that. She straightened the covers and smoothed them out with gentle hands, her fingers trembling with the memory of his touch. She reached for her robe, slipped it over her shoulders, and stepped out of the room. Just as she turned toward the bathroom, her eyes caught sight of him—Haruki. He stood there,hair messy, eyes still half-lidded from sleep. Shirtless, with only a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips, he looked effortlessly handsome. And when he saw her, he smiled—soft and warm, like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. "Ah... m-morning," Kyouko murmured, her voice a little shy, a little flustered. "Morning~ beautiful," Haruki said as he approached her, eyes glowing with affection. He leaned in, but Kyouko quickly brought a finger to his lips, playfully stopping him. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet," she whispered, embarrassed. Haruki tilted his head slightly, grinning. "Hmm? You still smell sweet." Before she could protest, Haruki gently took her hand away, leaned down, and kissed her. It wasn't a brief peck. It was slow... deliberate. His lips molded softly against hers, coaxing her into the warmth of his mouth. Kyouko's eyes fluttered closed, her breath caught in her chest as he deepened the kiss. Her body instinctively leaned into him, the ache from the night before briefly forgotten as his hand slid to the small of her back. The way he kissed her—it wasn't just lust. It was reverent, cherishing. Like she was something precious. When their lips finally parted, she exhaled slowly, heart racing. "You always do this when I'm off guard..." she whispered. Haruki smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "That's because you're the most beautiful when you're like this." Kyouko looked away, flustered, hiding her smile behind her hand as she stepped past him, whispering, "Let me freshen up first, you silly boy..." And as she walked into the bathroom, she could feel his gaze on her—warm, gentle... and hopelessly in love. "Can I join?" Haruki asked, stepping closer with a hopeful glint in his eyes. Kyouko turned, holding the bathroom door halfway open, her brows rising in playful suspicion. "No~ you'll do naughty things if we shower together." Haruki placed a hand on his chest, feigning innocence. "Who, me?" Kyouko narrowed her eyes. "Yes, you. Don't think I forgot what you did last night on the couch." He chuckled, stepping even closer, voice dropping into a teasing whisper. "But I was gentle..." She pressed a finger to his lips again. "That's not the point. If we get too comfortable doing this every day... we'll slip. And if Satomi or your father-in-law catch us..." Haruki winced, then nodded. "Right... dangerous." "Exactly." She smiled, reaching for the doorknob. "At least today, no." As soon as the door closed, Kyouko leaned against the bathroom wall, a secret smile playing on her lips as she whispered to herself: "If I let you in, we end up doing it again." She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing at the thought. And in the quiet of the bathroom, Kyouko let a soft giggle escape. From inside the steamy bathroom, Kyouko heard a soft knock on the door. She cracked it open slightly, peeking out with damp strands of hair sticking to her cheek. "What?" she asked, feigning impatience. Haruki stood there with a boyish grin, arms leaning on the doorframe. "At least let me watch~" Kyouko narrowed her eyes, lips curling into a smirk. "No~ you wouldn't stop with just watching. Naughty boy~" Haruki leaned a little closer, his voice lower. "I promise I'll be good. Just standing. No touching. Maybe a little admiring—" She rolled her eyes and gently pushed his face back with her fingertips. "Admiring leads to touching, and touching leads to more... and we both know what happened the last time you promised to behave." He chuckled. "You didn't seem to mind then." "Mmm... maybe not," she whispered with a wink, "but if I let you in now,I'll never finish showering. And neither will you." Before he could say another word, she closed the door again with a playful click, leaving Haruki staring at the door with a grin of defeat. ( End Of Chapter )