Chapter 62: In Their Own World ( 62 )

Chapter 62: In Their Own World ( 62 ) Haruki couldn’t hold it anymore. Not after feeling her tight, soaked pussy pulsing around his penis—her body shaking, convulsing, climaxing again with every deep, rough thrust. Her voice was gone. Her body limp and clinging. Her breath ragged. Perfect. Too perfect. The sound of their skin slapping together grew faster, sharper—echoing through the room as Haruki slammed deeper, chasing that final high. And then— It hit him. That rising, uncontrollable wave surging up his spine—his body tightening, his orgasm crashing close. He pulled out in a swift, desperate motion—his body trembling with restraint. Kyouko barely had time to gasp before he moved closer—guiding his penis to her lips. But there was no hesitation in her eyes. Still trembling from her last orgasm, she accepted him, her mouth opening softly. Even now—still sensitive, still breathless—she let him finish inside her, not out of duty... but because she wanted to give him everything. Haruki’s hands tangled in her hair, his head tilting back— A deep groan tearing from his throat as he finally let go. And Kyouko... Still tasting her own moan, still lost in the aftershocks— Her lips wrapped around his penis, soft and warm—her body still trembling, her mind still clouded with pleasure. And then she felt it. The first pulse. A rush of heat spilled into her mouth—thicker, warmer than she’d expected. It caught her off guard. She blinked up at him, eyes wide, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch. She swallowed. Gently. Carefully. Even as the second pulse came, and then a third—more than she thought his body could give. Maybe it was because he was younger. Or maybe... because he wanted her so badly. The taste—not unpleasant, but intense. Warm. Heavy. Like it carried the weight of everything they had just done. And she took it all. Every drop. Not out of duty. Not out of curiosity. But because it was Haruki. Because she wanted to give him everything— Even this. When it was over, she gently licked her lips—cheeks flushed, breath soft, heart still pounding. And when her eyes met his again— There was no shame. Only quiet, beautiful surrender. Kyouko slowly lay back onto the bed, her body limp, breath shallow— tired. Weak. But completely satisfied. Her skin still radiated warmth, her heart fluttering from everything they had just shared. She couldn’t move. She didn’t need to. Because Haruki was already beside her, gently lowering himself onto the bed, his body curling around hers. He slid one arm under her neck, the other wrapping tightly around her waist—holding her close, like he never wanted to let go. He kissed her cheek. Then her neck. Slow, tender pecks—not lustful now, but filled with something deeper. His fingers brushed lightly over her chest, tracing the softness of her skin— then gently cupping her breast, feeling the warmth of her—her heartbeat, so close. "I love you, Kyouko," he whispered against her skin. Soft. Honest. Real. Kyouko didn’t reply immediately. She just smiled. Because she already knew. And in that moment—quiet, wrapped in each other— nothing else mattered. They both lay side by side, tangled in warmth and silence— and eventually, sleep claimed them. Peaceful. Still. Wrapped in each other. When Kyouko stirred, her lashes fluttered open. She turned toward the window, where the soft daylight had shifted. Then she glanced at the clock. 12:38 PM. Her eyes widened slightly. She sat up—her hair slightly messy, her body still sensitive, but her mind already shifting into alert mode. Then she noticed—the mattress beneath them, soaked with evidence of how wild they’d been. Her cheeks flushed as she looked down at Haruki, still sleeping deeply beside her, the sheets half-pulled around his waist. She reached for her dress, slipping it back on quickly, then leaned over him with a playful glare. With a light slap to his arm, she whispered: "Wake up, big boy!" Haruki stirred, eyes blinking open. "Huh...?" Kyouko gestured toward the soaked mattress with a huff. "The mattress is soaked! Aahh—come on, we need to change it before anyone comes home!" Haruki blinked sleepily, then let out a sleepy chuckle. "Guess I left a pretty big impression, huh?" Kyouko rolled her eyes, fighting a smile. "You left more than that. Now help me fix this, or you’re banned from sleeping with me again!" Haruki sat up, still grinning as he reached for her waist and pulled her into a hug. "Then I’ll just make a new mess." "Haruki!" she laughed, smacking his arm again. But inside— She was glowing. After the intense and messy afternoon, the house fell into a quiet lull. The sun hung warm and golden in the sky, and a soft breeze rustled the trees around the backyard pool. Kyouko stepped outside, her slim figure hugged by a tight, fitted exercise outfit—black, sleeveless, and clinging in all the right places. She leaned forward on the edge of the grass, stretching her body gently—arms over her head, back arched slightly, her exposed cleavage catching just a little more light than usual. She knew what she was doing. And who she was doing it for. Behind her, she heard the sliding door open. "Wow..." Haruki’s voice was low, already filled with mischief. She didn’t look back. Just smiled. He approached. Wearing his usual athletic shorts, barefoot, casual—but his eyes were anything but innocent. As Kyouko stretched her arms behind her back, Haruki stepped up close, pressing lightly against her from behind. "Haruki..." she warned softly. But his hands were already moving— Roaming gently over her waist, then up to her sides, tracing the curve of her ribcage through the thin fabric. "Naughty boy~" she whispered, her breath catching slightly as he leaned closer to her ear. "Stretching looks a lot more fun when you do it like this, Kyouko." Kyouko shifted into a deeper stretch, arms raised above her head, spine arched. Haruki stood just behind her, eyes caught between her waist and— She lowered her arms slowly, letting her chest press forward, and as she leaned to one side— Her cleavage hovered right in front of Haruki’s face. She held the pose a little longer than necessary. Then glanced down at him, smiling. "Like it?" Haruki looked up, eyes dazed. "Yeah... more?" he muttered, almost in a trance. Kyouko chuckled softly and turned around, facing away from him. Then she bent over slowly into her next pose—hands to the ground, hips raised, her tight outfit perfectly framing her curves. Haruki didn’t even hesitate. His hands slid up along the sides of her thighs, then over her hips—palming the softness of her butt gently through the fabric. "Haruki, this is exercise, not foreplay~" she teased, her voice playful but breathy. "With you, it’s always both." She looked back over her shoulder with a mock glare. "Just don’t get too excited. We’re outdoors." Haruki leaned in closer, whispering: "You started it." Kyouko just smirked, then shifted into another stretch, this time letting him keep his hands on her. Their "exercise" continued— A little stretching. A little touching. A whole lot of teasing. And beneath it all— A heat that never really cooled. ( End Of Chapter )