A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 188: Falling Under the Spell ( )

The scooter coasted to a gentle stop outside a towering, high-end apartment complex nestled discreetly in one of Tokyo’s quieter upscale districts.

Haruki climbed down first, his motions calm, controlled.

Kyouko, still flushed and warm, remained seated for a moment, watching him.

The arousal from the drink still pulsed gently through her.

Not wild.

But persistent.

Soft, rhythmic waves that made her chest tighten and her breath catch now and then.

He reached up, took her hand without a word, and helped her down.

She looked at the building, then at him.

"Haruki?" she asked softly, her brows lifting just slightly.

"Where is this place?"

He didn’t answer.

Haruki just smiled faintly and laced his fingers with hers.

Still silent, he led her by the hand toward the glass entrance.

The guard inside, in a clean navy uniform, noticed them immediately and stood up straight.

"Ah, good evening, Mister Haruki."

Haruki nodded politely. "Good evening."

The guard’s eyes flicked briefly toward Kyouko, whose face was partially hidden by the soft shadows of the lobby lights.

"Your wife?" the guard asked, smiling kindly.

Haruki didn’t pause. Didn’t hesitate.

"Yes."

He looked at her with complete calm. "We just got back from an event."

The guard nodded. "Ah—I see. I’ll let you enjoy your evening, then. Have a good night, Mister Haruki."

Haruki smiled again. "Thank you."

The elevator opened with a soft chime.

He guided Kyouko inside, still holding her hand.

She stayed close to him, heart pounding—not from fear, but from the silence... the weight of the moment.

He pressed the button for the top floor.

The doors slid closed.

And they began to rise.

Only the soft hum of the lift surrounded them.

Kyouko turned her face slightly toward him.

"...You never told me you had a place like this."

Haruki looked at her, his voice low, steady.

"Because I was saving it... for us."

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime.

The hallway on the top floor was silent, warmly lit, the carpet absorbing their footsteps.

Haruki walked ahead, still holding her hand—firm but gentle.

They stopped at the door at the very end.

He reached for the keypad.

The code clicked in.

Kyouko’s eyes widened.

Wait...

The numbers he pressed—her birthday.

The door unlocked.

She looked up at him, but before she could ask anything, he pushed the door open and guided her inside.

The apartment was quiet.

Spacious. Minimal. Beautifully clean.

Soft city lights spilled in through the large windows. The Tokyo skyline stretched far below.

The door clicked shut.

And in that silence.

Kyouko’s body gave in.

The arousal that had been simmering through her veins for the past hour surged forward like a wave.

Her breath hitched.

Her fingers trembled.

The heat in her core pulsed harder, deeper. Her body was soaked. Needing. Desperate.

She turned.

Her chest rose and fell—fast.

"Haruki..." she whispered.

She pushed him.

Gently, but with urgency.

He stumbled back onto the couch behind him.

His hands caught the edge, just in time.

He looked up.

And saw her.

Kyouko.

Beautiful. Flushed. Eyes glistening.

Her hands moved to her body.

To the zipper behind her back.

She began to slide it down.

Slow.

Shaky.

That night.

The city outside glittered in silence.

But inside the apartment—

Inside the world that belonged only to Haruki and Kyouko—

There was nothing but sound.

The sharp rhythm of skin against skin.

The wet, slick melody of deep connection.

The soft, rising cries muffled against a chest... or a shoulder.

Haruki moved with no restraint.

Each thrust hard, deep, and desperate, his body driven beyond reason.

Something inside him had snapped the moment he tasted her scent... her warmth... her surrender.

And Kyouko.

She clung to him, her arms around his shoulders, legs wrapped tight around his waist.

Her nails scraped softly down his back, her body arching to meet him again and again.

She couldn’t stop trembling.

Couldn’t stop gasping.

Her breath caught with every sharp movement that pushed deeper, harder.

It wasn’t just desire.

It was need.

Her skin was flushed all the way to her chest.

Her voice shook. Her body jolted with every drive of his hips.

She had never...

never felt like this.

Even the pillow beneath her head was already damp—her hair clinging to her neck, her voice whispering his name again and again like a fevered prayer.

Inside her mind.

I can’t stop.

It feels too good... too full... too hot...

And Haruki, pressing his forehead against hers, gritted his teeth.

He felt it too.

The tight pull in his core.

The uncontrollable need to move faster.

Deeper.

Haruki didn’t stop.

Even as Kyouko’s body began to shake beneath him, even as her fingers clawed gently at his back, her thighs pressing tight around his hips.

He kept moving.

His length slid in and out, slow at first, then deep and steady—

so full she could barely breathe,

so thick she could feel every ridge,

every stretch,

every pulse.

Her lips parted.

Her moans, at first soft, turned sharp and urgent.

not loud, but desperate, breathy.

A sound only he had ever pulled from her.

And her eyes.

They flew wide.

Glistening.

Unfocused.

Her body arched sharply, her back lifting off the couch cushions.

The muscles in her stomach tightened.

Her breath caught in her throat.

And then—

She came.

Hard.

Violently beautiful.

Her core clenched around him,tight. Rhythmic. Pulsing.

Every few seconds, another wave.

Another ripple of pleasure that shook through her from the inside out.

She whimpered as her head tilted back, the tension in her neck visible, her face bathed in a soft flush.

And Haruki—

He felt all of it.

The way she gripped him from within.

The way her walls fluttered, helpless to stop.

The way her moans grew breathier, her legs trembling as they tried to hold him deeper.

It was everything to him.

Her face. Her body. Her climax.

His breath hitched as he watched her break apart—completely lost in him.

Still, he moved inside her.

Slow. Deep. Sliding in and out.

Enjoying every ripple. Every aftershock.

He loved how her lips trembled.

How her body jolted every time he pushed back in.

How her arms, though weak, never stopped holding onto him.

Inside his mind—

This.

This is what only I can see.

No one else.

They didn’t stop.

Even after her body collapsed into trembles...

Even after her breath slowed and her limbs felt weightless...

Haruki stayed inside her—moving.

His thrusts now slower.

Each motion drew another soft gasp from her lips,

another flutter from her still-sensitive core.

Kyouko couldn’t speak.

Her eyes were half-lidded, body slick with sweat. Her hands gripped his back gently, fingers trembling, nails leaving light crescents on his skin.

Inside her mind.

I don’t have any protection...

No pill... nothing...

But the thought didn’t bloom into fear.

I don’t care anymore...

The heat between her legs pulsed again.

The friction of his length dragging against her still-sensitive inner walls made her toes curl.

It feels too good...

The feeling of him—deep, thick, hot inside her, moving without pause—was everything.

She clung to him.

Let him fill me...

She didn’t even care about the risk.

She didn’t care that Satoshi still held her name.

She didn’t care if tomorrow came with consequence.

Because this moment—the way Haruki held her, the way his body felt stretching hers, sliding through her tight, soaked heat.

This was happiness.

The truest, most forbidden kind.

And as he moved inside her.

Again and again, slow but firm, their skin meeting with soft, wet rhythm—

She tilted her head, kissed his ear, and whispered, breathless:

"Don’t stop..."

( End Of Chapter )

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