Chapter 68: Emptiness and Longing ( 68 )

Chapter 68: Emptiness and Longing ( 68 ) Haruki came downstairs slowly, a travel bag slung over his shoulder. His shirt was neat, his expression calm—too calm. "Haruki? Breakfast?" Satomi asked, glancing up from her tablet. "Oh... okay." He nodded casually, keeping his tone even. Satoshi was already seated at the table, eyes on his phone, barely acknowledging him. "Mom, breakfast for Haruki." Satomi called out. From the kitchen, Kyouko’s voice answered, soft and composed. "Umm... okay." She stepped into view a moment later, wearing her apron, her hair neatly tied. Her eyes briefly met Haruki’s. Just a glance. "Haruki?" Satomi called. "Yes, Satomi?" "I already called the cab for you. It’ll be here soon." "Ah... thanks." Haruki’s voice stayed steady, neutral. But in the kitchen, Kyouko’s heart tightened. A cab? What are you doing, Satomi...? I could’ve driven him if you asked... if you let me... But her face remained calm, serene as always. She stepped over to the table, carrying a bowl of rice. She gently placed it in front of Haruki—not a glance, not a word. Just a quiet nod. "Thank you... Kyouko-san." Haruki spoke the words carefully, politely—like a guest in the home. Satomi and Satoshi exchanged a look, then shook their heads. "Still awkward around each other?" Satoshi muttered. "It’s been almost a year. You two barely talk," Satomi added with a small sigh. Kyouko gave a small smile, brushing her hair behind her ear. "We’re just... quiet people." And Haruki took a small bite of his rice, nodding without a word. "Ah! Father, we should go now." Satomi stood abruptly, glancing at her watch. "We’ll be late for the meeting if we stay too long." Satoshi grabbed his blazer and tablet without a word. Satomi turned to Haruki as she grabbed her bag. "And Haruki?" "Yes?" "Did you bring everything you need?" "Yeah, I’ve got everything." "Good. Don’t forget to call once you arrive, okay? Though if I don’t answer... I’m probably in a meeting." Haruki gave a small nod. "I will." Satomi turned to the entryway. "Alright then—Haruki, Mom, we’re going." Kyouko followed them to the door, her smile gentle. "Be careful." "Okay." Kyouko stood by the window, watching silently as Satomi and Satoshi’s car pulled away from the front gate. The road was empty now. She let out a soft breath. They were finally alone. "Haruki?" "Hmm?" Before he could react, Kyouko turned and rushed toward him, throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. A deep one. Tongue meeting tongue, lips hungry but full of warmth. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just real. When their lips finally parted, she rested her forehead lightly against his. "Be careful... and don’t forget to call me, okay?" Haruki nodded, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "Mm... I will." A beat of silence. Then... "Kyouko?" "Hmm?" He gave her a crooked, boyish smile. "One round?" Kyouko blinked—then narrowed her eyes slightly, smiling. "Naughty boy~" "Your taxi will be here soon," Kyouko said, raising a brow. Haruki leaned in closer, lips brushing against her ear. "Just the tip?" She let out a quiet laugh through her nose. "There’s no way you’re stopping at the tip. I know you. You’ll lose control and go all the way." "Please...?" he whispered again, lips now at her neck. Kyouko glanced at the clock. Then at his eyes. Then she smiled—slow, sly, and deeply affectionate. "Right here?" Haruki didn’t answer. She took his hand and gently led him to the couch. "Fine." Kyouko lifted her skirt slowly—not rushed, not shy. She sat down, leaned back, and spread her legs, just enough to show him her answer. Her voice was soft, serious—but still smiling. "Do it fast, okay? Or your taxi will leave without you." Haruki’s breath hitched as Kyouko spread her legs for him, her skirt hiked just enough, her eyes daring, yet full of warmth.Her pussy was smooth, glistening with her arousal, waiting for his touch. As their mouths moved in sync, he pressed his penis toward her entrance. Not slow this time, not gentle. Just one swift push. Kyouko was surprise by the sudden intrusion, and gasped into the kiss, her hands clutching his shoulders, the impact sharp and overwhelming, but she didn’t stop him. Her body tensed for a second—the initial shock, the sudden stretch of his girth inside her—but then she relaxed, her legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer. Their kiss deepened as his hips began to move. Kyouko gripped the fabric of the couch beneath her, her breath hitching as Haruki moved inside her. Deep, steady, and perfect. That stretch, that sensation of his thick cock filling her so completely—she knew it every time now, yet it still made her toes curl and her chest tighten. He fit her too perfectly, like they were made for each other. Just a few more slow, heated thrusts.. "Mmm... Haruki..." she moaned softly, her voice trembling into his ear, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. And then it hit—all at once. Her body arched sharply, trembling uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched tight around his length, pulsing with waves of pleasure. Her muscles tensed and quivered as climax took over her. Her hips shuddering, her breath ragged and shaky. Soft moans spilled from her lips, muffled by his skin, as her eyes fluttered shut and she surrendered to the overwhelming wave of orgasm. Kyouko’s body arched sharply, trembling uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched tight around his cock, pulsing and spasming with each wave of her explosion. Her muscles tensed and quivered, her hips shuddering as climax overtook her. Overwhelming and complete. And even as her legs trembled around his hips, her smile remained. A sharp honk echoed from outside. The soft rumble of an engine followed. Kyouko froze beneath him, her breath still uneven. She whispered between gasps. "Your cab... it’s here. You’re still far from... release, right?" Haruki exhaled, his forehead brushing hers. "Mm... yeah." Kyouko cupped his cheek gently, then pulled him into a final, deep kiss. Slow. Lingering. And even as they kissed, she felt him begin to withdraw. Slowly, carefully... inch by inch. Her breath caught. Every movement out of her was like a soft, warm ache, a stretching in reverse that left her tingling, trembling, open. Her pussy clenched around his penis instinctively—not wanting to let go, not ready to be empty again. The sensation was too good, too cruel. Like her pussy was pulling him back in, one last plea for him to stay. Kyouko moaned softly into his mouth. Not from pleasure now, but from the aching sweetness of loss. It felt as if every inch that left her was a thread unraveling, a warmth fading, but leaving its burn. And then— a soft pop. That quiet sound as Haruki finally pulled out completely, a wet, subtle sound that echoed loudly in her body. Kyouko gasped softly, her breath trembling. She felt it immediately. The emptiness. That hollow stretch of her pussy, still sensitive and wet, now left wanting. Her pussy, still fluttering from the aftershocks of her climax, ached with the sudden loss. Tight. Warm. Now empty. Her pussy clenched around nothing, instinctively searching, needing. And in her mind... "No... come back... I still want to feel you. I want that thickness again. That fullness. That deep, overwhelming stretch..." Her legs trembled slightly. Even though she was satisfied, fully so..freewebnovel.com this was the kind of emptiness that made her crave him all over again. But she didn’t say it. ( End Of Chapter )