Haruki immediately froze.
"Kyouko…" His voice was soft and gentle. "Do you want me to stop?"
She didn't answer right away, just breathed hard. The burn inside her was like fire.
This wasn't what she remembered—not at all.
It wasn't like her husband.
It wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced.
Haruki's size—it was too much. Far too much.
But even through the pain, even with tears welling in the corners of her eyes, she didn't want him to pull away. Not now.
Kyouko shook her head slowly, biting her lower lip to keep from whimpering. Then she let out a small laugh—trembling but genuine. Her palm lifted, and she gently slapped Haruki's hand in a teasing manner.
"It's already... halfway in," she said between shaky breaths, her voice carrying a bittersweet smile. "Do you really think we can stop now?"
Haruki looked at Kyouko, her face flushed and her eyes shimmering. He leaned closer, brushing her hair away from her face.
