Haruki’s grip tightened.
His hands slid forward, wrapping around Kyouko’s wrists. He pulled her arms back toward him, her chest lifting from the sheets, her upper body arching gracefully into the air.
She was barely holding on.
He leaned in—his lips brushing against the curve of her neck, his breath hot, rough.
Each thrust slapped against her soaked core, the wetness loud, slick, obscene. Her body jerked forward with every impact, only to be pulled back again by his grip. Her soft ass met his hips with sharp, delicious contact, again and again.
Tasted the sweat on her skin.
Her entire body tensed.
Her back arched upward, her head tilted back, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her inner walls clamped down violently on his cock.
Her thighs trembled, legs nearly giving out beneath her.
And Haruki—he felt every wave.
Her pussy pulsed around him, soaking him, milking him with such intense, fluttering pressure that it stole the air from his lungs.
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
His body moved on its own, pounding into her one final time, deep, to the base.
Then his lips found hers from behind.
A desperate, trembling kiss over her shoulder, catching her moan as he pushed as deep as he could go.
Everything he had held back since the night before.
He emptied himself inside her—pulse after pulse of hot release flooding her trembling core. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, locking her against him as he buried his face in her neck, shuddering.
Their bodies clung together in the aftermath.
Her knees gave out first, gently lowering them both to the mattress.
All tangled together.
And for that one moment, in that room filled with the scent of sex and love.
They were completely, silently one.
"Haruki~ You beast..." Kyouko whispered with a breathy giggle, her voice muffled by the pillow beneath her cheek.
Haruki didn’t move, his body still draped over her back, chest rising and falling slowly as he caught his breath. His weight pressed against her softly, his arms wrapped around her waist in a loose, possessive hold.
Still buried deep inside her soaked, trembling pussy.
Kyouko let her eyes close, a soft, flushed smile lingering on her lips as she felt the steady warmth spreading within.
The thickness of his release filled her completely. Hot. Heavy. Some of it had already begun to leak out around the base of his length, dripping slowly onto her inner thighs. But most of it stayed deep, held inside her body, sealed by the perfect connection they still shared.
He had released so much.
If it wasn’t my safe day... she thought, body still pulsing with aftershocks, then it’d be guaranteed.
But the thought didn’t scare her.
It warmed her even more.
She loved the feeling of his release inside her.
Loved how full it made her feel... how it clung to her walls, thick and warm, as if he wanted to stay with her even after everything ended.
He gave her everything.
And her body had taken it all.
His cheek rested against her shoulder, their bodies still pressed together, skin sticky with sweat and warmth. His arms were loose around her waist, and his penis remained inside her.
Haruki nuzzled her neck, his voice low and lazy. "Don’t wanna..."
Kyouko giggled softly, her fingers brushing his forearm. "Haruki~ pull out..."
"Why?" he whispered, shifting slightly but not moving away.
"...Nothing," she murmured. "Just want to cuddle..."
Then his arms squeezed her gently.
He lifted himself slightly, hands still resting on her hips.
And then—he slowly began to pull back.
Her soaked pussy clung to him as he slid out, tight and slick around the thick length that had stretched her so deeply.
And just as the tip slipped free.
A soft, wet sound echoed faintly between them.
Kyouko’s body twitched.
A warm, thick trickle began to spill out of her, his release. Heavy. Slow. Too much to stay inside.
"Haruki..." Kyouko murmured softly. "Tissue..."
Without hesitation, he reached toward the nightstand, grabbed a small pack, and sat up just enough to help.
"Here," he said gently, pressing it into her hand.
Kyouko took it, her cheeks warm, her breath still a little uneven. She shifted slowly beneath the sheet and brought the soft tissue to her pussy—holding it in place with a quiet sigh.
Then, after a moment, she carefully sat up.
Her body was still weak from everything they’d done, heat between her thighs, his thick release still leaking slowly from inside. She steadied herself with one hand on the bed and stood slowly, tissue still pressed gently between her legs.
Haruki watched her in silence.
From the bed, his eyes followed her every movement.
She disappeared into the bathroom with the door half open.
The soft click of the bidet. The sound of water.
Inside, Kyouko gently spread her thighs and washed herself slowly, carefully—her fingers moving lightly, her breath calming as the warmth of the water rinsed away the remaining heat and slickness.
But she could still feel it.
The weight of everything he left inside her.
And from the bedroom, she could feel Haruki’s gaze.
She turned off the water with a soft click and reached for the towel.
When Kyouko stepped out of the bathroom, the scent of warm skin and sunlight still lingered in the room.
She walked slowly ,naked, graceful. She saw him.
Haruki was already lying on the bed, half-sitting against the pillows, his eyes on her the moment she appeared.
His gaze traveled from her face to her collarbone... to her breasts, down to the gentle swing of her hips with each step.
And without a word, she crossed the room and slipped into bed beside him.
Her bare skin pressed softly against his.
She wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek on his chest. Haruki’s hand moved immediately, roaming slowly across her back, then downward. Tracing the slope of her waist, the roundness of her hip, the smooth skin along her thigh.
Letting him touch her.
That quiet joy blooming in her chest.
To be wanted this much.
To know that she satisfied him.
To feel the way his fingers caressed her—not just hungry, but reverent.
She looked up at him, her chin resting against his chest, eyes soft.
Their lips met, soft, slow, tasting of comfort and heat.
She returned the kiss, her body melting further into his as she felt the familiar slide of his tongue against her lips. She parted them gently, letting him in, letting the kiss deepen.
She kissed him back with everything she couldn’t say.
And in that quiet space between their bodies, nothing else existed.