Chapter 130: Chapter 130

Haruki froze mid-thrust.

Kyouko’s entire body arched beneath him, her spine curving off the bed in a fluid, trembling motion.

Her moan. Soft, breathy, uncontrollable escaped her lips as her head tilted back and her fingers gripped the sheets like she was drowning in pleasure.

Her pussy clenched around him, tight and wet. No, tighter than before.

Her thighs trembled around his hips, and then he felt the rush.

A sweet, wet explosion.

She squirted hard, and this time it was different.

"Damn..." he whispered under his breath, watching her lose herself.

Her body jolted under him, her chest rising and falling fast, her soft breasts bouncing as the spasms took over her completely.

So sensual it made his head spin.

This wasn’t just climax.

Everything about her. Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the glistening sheen between her legs, the way her pussy still spasmed around him—made his heart pound wildly.

Haruki’s hands tightened on her hips, but he didn’t move.

And it made him love her more.

Need her like oxygen.

This was no longer just need, but obsession for her.

As Kyouko slowly came down from her high, her chest rising and falling in soft, fluttering breaths beneath him, Haruki couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He was still inside her, her pussy still gripping him, slick and pulsing gently.

And in that stillness...

He realized something.

She’s... too perfect.

The way her skin glowed, smooth and unblemished.

The elegant slope of her waist, the flatness of her stomach, the gentle dip of her navel.

Her armpits, clean, soft.

Her breasts, firm, natural, beautifully shaped.

And between her legs...

Smooth. Untouched by razors.

No matter how many times they have sex, she always felt tight.

Always like her body wanted him.

The way she climaxed.

Uncontrolled, vulnerable, helpless in the most beautiful way.

She didn’t try to look sexy.

Because she felt everything.

Haruki’s breath caught in his throat.

His mind, unbidden, flickered back to Satomi.

Her reactions—stiff, rehearsed.

A soft belly. Hair where Kyouko had none.

Even her armpits held fine creases he never thought about until now.

And the way she looked at him—cold, distant.

The way she pulled away after.

The way she frowned when he released inside her, as if he’d done something wrong.

She embraced everything.

She let him in, all the way in.

Now he couldn’t lie to himself anymore.

Kyouko wasn’t just a fantasy.

She was the woman he craved.

The one who made him feel alive.

The one whose body and soul fit him so completely it left him breathless.

And as he looked down at her flushed, smiling face.

Still glowing from the aftermath of her release—

Haruki leaned down, lips brushing hers, then deeper, hotter, until they were kissing again.

Kyouko moaned softly beneath him, still trembling, still breathless.

But then, he felt it.

Her pussy clenched—hard.

Her body tensed, shivering with a sudden, raw wave of pleasure.

Haruki froze for a heartbeat, stunned.

Kyouko’s arms wrapped tighter around his shoulders, her fingers digging into his back as her legs lifted, locking him deeper inside.

Her body jerked, once, twice, then arched high, breasts pressing against his chest.

Her soft moan broke into breathy gasps.

Her wetness gushed again, her pussy spasming wildly around his thick penis, pulsing in fast, rhythmic waves that dragged a deep groan from Haruki’s throat.

She came again... and she’s still this tight.

The way her body trembled, the way she clung to him, the way her walls squeezed. Warm, wet, perfect.

And he could feel it.

Every delicious ripple that wrapped around him like a velvet vice, pulling him deeper, locking him there.

His hips bucked reflexively.

Her body was too soft, too warm, too addictive.

Her breasts pressed against him as she trembled, her nipples hard and sensitive.

His hand slid up, cupping one full breast, fingers teasing the small, pink tip as he leaned down and kissed her again.

Kyouko moaned into his mouth, helpless, floating in the pleasure that wouldn’t stop.

Haruki’s hips began to move again. Rougher now, driven by something more than lust.

His body pressed flush against hers, every part of her soft and welcoming.

Her trembling thighs.

Everything about her was made to be held.

And now... now he knew.

He didn’t know how it happened, or why.

But in this moment, deep inside her, kissing her, moving inside her while she climaxed again around him.

Kyouko’s pussy wrapped around him, trembling and slick, clenching with every deep thrust.

Her pussy was beyond anything he could describe.

She held him like her pussy was made to keep him there forever.

He gritted his teeth, groaning as the pressure built.

His thick length twitched deep inside her.

His hips moved rougher, losing rhythm, driven by pure need.

But then the fear hit him.

What if she doesn’t want it?

What if she got mad, like Satomi?

He tried to pull back.

Kyouko’s legs slid around his waist, locking him in place.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

And her lips met his in a kiss.

She wasn’t pushing him away.

She wasn’t saying no.

She was holding him closer.

That was all it took.

His body jerked once, then twice, and the pleasure hit hard.

He groaned deep into her mouth as he released.

His thick penis throbbed hard inside her pussy, pulsing with each wave.

The first shot was hot—strong.

Warmth rushed into her, filling her completely.

And her pussy—still clenching, still fluttering—milked every drop.

His body shuddered as the last spurts pumped inside her, leaving him weak, breathless, and completely wrapped in her arms.

Still feeling the heat of everything they shared.