What am I doing?
Letting Haruki hug me like this, kissing my neck and shoulder.
Am I expecting something?
Kyouko knew. Sooner or later, if she kept letting Haruki hold her like this—if she kept giving him space this close to her heart and body—they would cross that final line. The one she shouldn't let either of them cross.
And once they did, there would be no going back.
You're being stupid, Kyouko. Letting another man hold you like this. Letting him kiss your neck, hug you, and touch the places another man shouldn't touch. Letting him see this side of you.
Kyouko started to feel too aroused. The tingling sensation grew harder between her legs. She could feel her pussy getting wet.
All while Haruki kept kissing her neck and shoulder.
I should stop this before it goes too far.
But she just turned to face Haruki, slowly leaning in as if inviting a kiss, but stopping just before their lips touched.
Haruki leaned forward instinctively, caught in the moment, only for her to pull away with a soft giggle.
"Heee~ I know you want it~" she teased.
Haruki let out a breathy chuckle. "You're evil, Kyouko-san."
She traced her finger gently along his lips. "Am I? They said we should be friends, just friends. Remember?"
He leaned back slightly, trying to cool the heat rising in his chest. "You're going to drive me crazy."
Kyouko gently pulled Haruki's hand away from the hug, then gracefully stood up and glanced at him.
"Now, now... enough with the naughty things. Be a good boy~"
She walked away, her hips swaying gently, leaving Haruki there, alone in the couch.
"Haruki?"
"Hmm?" he replied looking at kyouko who stop near the stair.
Kyouko glanced back at him over her shoulder, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
Let's see how he reacts~
Without warning, she gave her ass a light slap while caressing her butt softly. "Finish your work and go to sleep," she said teasingly. "I'm sure your wife is already sleeping upstairs."
Haruki froze, his eyes locked on the view as she casually walked away, raising one hand in a soft wave.
"Good night, Haruki~" her voice floated back, sweet and laced with mischief.
Damn... I really want to slap that ass.
Haruki leaned back into the couch, dragging a hand down his face with a sigh.
This is getting harder to hold back. And I could feel my cock throbbing hard now.
He sighed, calmed himself down, and focused on his work.
Meanwhile, Kyouko reached the upstairs landing and paused in front of her room.
She knew that once she let him kiss her, it wouldn't stop there.
And it would lead to only one thing: sex.
What scared her most was what came after they crossed that final line.
What if she changed?
What if she was the one who craved it deeper, hungrier—until she no longer recognized herself?
Over twenty years in this sexless marriage with Satoshi—holding everything back, keeping that fire banked and buried.
What scared her the most was... once it happened, once they crossed that line with Haruki, it wouldn't be gentle anymore. It would be wild. Desperate. Uncontainable.
No matter how properly I try to act... I'm still a woman. A lonely one.
I shouldn't think like this. Kyouko sighed and stepped into her room.
Later that night...
Kyouko tossed and turned in bed. She hugged her pillow tightly, trying to calm the arousal, the tingling sensation between her thighs.
She bit her lower lip, pressing her thighs together. Her body felt warm, aching in ways it hadn't in years.
Is it because Haruki kissed my neck and shoulder?
Why did I let him kiss it, knowing that was my weak spot?
Mou! Now I'm aroused. This is all my fault, letting Haruki kiss my neck and shoulder.
She glanced at her husband, already snoring heavily.
No... even if I wake him, he'll just refuse sex again. This idiot man.
Kyouko stood and quietly slipped out of the bedroom, heading straight for the bathroom next to her room.
Once inside, she closed the door and sat on the toilet, relieving herself.
I think I'll take a shower. Maybe it'll calm this down.
She stood, slowly removed her pajamas, and set them on the counter.
Kyouko stepped under the warm spray, arms wrapped around herself as water cascaded down her body.
Her hand guided the showerhead lower, rinsing her thighs.
The moment the stream touched her there, she flinched.
Her eyes fluttered as the water kissed her pussy.
She jerked the showerhead away, startled by the intensity.
What was that?
She brought it back, telling herself she was just rinsing. Just cleaning.
The water touched her again.
Her breath caught.
Heat built slowly, spreading through her body in unfamiliar waves. Her breathing deepened, lips parting. Her body responded on its own, hips shifting slightly, chest rising and falling. Her thighs squeezed together instinctively, then parted again.
I should stop. This isn't...
Her hand tightened against her chest. Her head tilted back. She bit her lower lip as the tension swelled into something she'd never felt before.
She gasped.
A wave crashed inside her, like light flashing behind her eyelids. Her hips jerked forward, stomach muscles clenching. Her back arched.
The release overwhelmed her.
What is this feeling? It's... good~
Her body jolted once, then again, as the sensation flooded through her. Haruki's face filled her mind—his smile, his eyes, intensifying the sensation.
When the wave finally passed, she sank to her knees, palms pressing against the wet tile, heart pounding. The water continued to run, but she barely noticed.
"Haruki..." she whispered, barely audible over the rush.
( End Of Chapter )