Chapter 93: Claimed and Conquered ( 93 )

Chapter 93: Claimed and Conquered ( 93 ) Kyouko lay beneath him, her body trembling in soft, lingering waves. Her thighs still quivered. Her arms barely had the strength to hold him. Her breath came slow, shaky, and warm against his lips. She felt him, still inside her. Thick. Heavy. Deep. And she could feel his release. The hot fullness deep within her... Pooling... Spreading... Coating every part of her inner walls with a warmth that made her body throb again just remembering how it poured into her. She loved that feeling. That hot, thick sensation that reminded her he had truly claimed her. And though a small part of her mind whispered about risk... She quietly pushed the thought aside. Today... today is safe. And right now, there was only this. Kyouko leaned up, her lips brushing his. Haruki was still breathing hard, still inside her, still holding her like he never wanted to let go. Their lips met again. Slow, deep, tender. A kiss not just of need... But of complete satisfaction. Complete belonging. Kyouko let her hand rest gently on the back of his head, her fingers tangled in his hair. After the kiss, Kyouko looked up at him, her cheeks still flushed, eyes glowing softly. Then came that smile. That smile. Pure, gentle, glowing with quiet joy. "Naughty boy~" she whispered, brushing her fingertips down his jaw. "Do you want me to get pregnant?" Haruki blinked. "Err... sorry, Kyouko..." "You should ask first," she teased, still smiling. "What if today was my fertile day?" Haruki leaned in again, his voice low, a teasing murmur. "How about it, then? Carry my child?" Kyouko giggled, light and graceful. "No~ I’m already too old to bear a child." Haruki rested his forehead against hers, breathing her in, still inside her warmth. "No..." he whispered. "I’m sure you still can." Kyouko smiled again, brushing his hair back gently. "No, no~" she giggled softly. "Satoshi would question me if I got pregnant, when we haven’t had sex in years." Haruki froze slightly, lifting his head. "...Hmm? You haven’t?" She shook her head slowly. "No..." He stared into her eyes. "For how long?" Kyouko’s voice was quiet now, her gaze not sad—but honest. "Since Satomi was born." Haruki’s breath caught. All that time... All those years... "Kyouko?" Haruki whispered. "Hmm?" she replied softly, their noses brushing. They exchanged a quick kiss, light, warm, like a heartbeat. "Did you like it?" he murmured. "Hmm? Like what~?" she teased, her lips grazing his again. Another kiss. This one lingered, just a bit longer. "My cock." Kyouko let out a soft, breathy giggle. "Mmm... don’t know..." "Really?" Their lips touched again, gentle and slow. Kyouko smiled between the kiss. "Don’t ask questions like that~" She squeezed him lightly with her legs. "Especially when yours is still inside" Haruki grinned, resting his forehead against hers, still holding her close. "Kyouko?" Haruki whispered again. "Hmm?" she replied, already leaning in. Their lips met. Soft, slow, and tender. A kiss filled with everything they couldn’t say aloud. "Be mine," he whispered against her lips, breath shaky. Kyouko giggled softly, her body still wrapped around him, still joined with him in the most intimate way. "Why..." she whispered back, her lips brushing his, "...do you say that..." She kissed him again, deeper, slower. "...when your big boy is still inside me?" Her voice was light, teasing, yet filled with affection. Haruki smiled, his heart pounding. Because in that playful answer... He heard the truth she wouldn’t say directly. "Haruki...?" He didn’t answer at first, too busy kissing along her neck, trailing warmth across her skin. His lips brushed over her collarbone, then returned to her lips for another slow kiss. His hands gently cupped her breasts, thumbs grazing her sensitive peaks with tender care. "Hmm?" he murmured against her skin. "Do you..." she whispered, breath catching slightly, "do you like it?" "Mm? Like what?" he asked, still kissing, still exploring every soft curve of her body. "My body..." she said quietly. Haruki smiled. Then leaned back just enough to look into her eyes—his hands still fondling her softly, his hips still resting against hers. "What do you think I’m doing right now, Kyouko?" He pressed his hips slightly, just enough for her to feel him still deep inside. "I haven’t even pulled out yet." Kyouko’s cheeks flushed, her breath hitched and her heart fluttered. Because in his words, in his touch, in the way he still held her... She knew the answer. Riinngg! Kyouko’s phone buzzed on the nearby cushion. She flinched slightly. "Haruki... pull out..." "No~" Haruki whispered, his lips brushing her skin as he kissed along her neck. She reached for her phone and glanced at the screen. Mother. Her eyes widened. "It’s my mother!" She tried to push him gently. But Haruki didn’t budge. Instead, she felt him twitch. His penis already growing hard again inside her. "Haruki!!" she hissed, shooting him a glare. But he only smiled against her neck, his hands fondling her breasts again. Ugh!! she screamed inside her mind. This man...! She pressed the answer button and tried to steady her voice. "Hello, Mom..." "Kyouko? Why so late? You were only dropping him off, right?" "Ah~" she bit her lip as Haruki slowly began to move inside her. "N-no... I’m at his house now." "What are you doing there!?" Kyouko’s breath hitched again as Haruki’s hips rolled deeper. "Just... helping him clean. The house is a mess." "Are you his wife or something?" "No, Mom... maybe it’s just..." she paused, biting her lower lip as Haruki angled just right, making her tremble. "I can’t stand dirty places..." "Where is he now?" "Hmm? He’s... going to work now." She smacked Haruki’s arm lightly as he started moving rougher. "Kyouko? Why do I hear slapping sounds?" "Ah... that’s... a mosquito! A big one!" "...Oh. So are you coming back soon?" "M-maybe after I finish here. It’s a mess, and Satomi said I should help him. Ah—!" "Kyouko?" "Ah, nothing, Mom... just... the cockroach!" "What are you doing right now?" her mother asked on the other end of the line. Kyouko swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady as Haruki kissed just beneath her ear. "Ah! I’m... sweeping..." Haruki’s hips moved slowly again , deliberate, deep. She bit her lower lip. "Oh... looks like you really haven’t changed," her mother said fondly. "Still like cleaning, huh?" Kyouko forced a soft laugh. "Y-Yes, Mom..." "So, he lives in an apartment?" Kyouko tried to breathe evenly. "No... he said the company provides the house. It’s a single home... near the coast." "Oh? That one?" "Yes, Mom... ah—!" "Kyouko?" "Nothing! It’s just... something dropped and I was startled." Haruki glanced up at her, smug smile on his lips. Kyouko glared down at him, her cheeks flushed. This man... if I survive this call, I’ll kill him later! ( End Of Chapter )