Chapter 224: Chapter 224

Tokyo General Hospital.

The early afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the bed.

"Hmm?" Kyouko looked up, chopsticks in hand, gently blowing on a piece of simmered sweet potato before holding it up to Haruki’s lips.

He chewed slowly, savoring the flavor, eyes never leaving her face.

"Since you already signed the divorce papers..." he said between bites, "and I signed mine yesterday too... where do you live now?"

Kyouko blinked, then gave a small shrug, her voice light.

"Don’t know~ I just rent a hotel nearby to shower and change. After that, I come here again."

"You know I’m always here."

Haruki frowned slightly.

Kyouko leaned forward, placing another bite of rice in front of him.

Her tone was gentle but firm.

Haruki sighed, but accepted the next bite.

Haruki gave a slow, subtle grin.

He gestured with his finger.

Kyouko raised an eyebrow, but leaned in—her long hair brushing lightly against his shoulder as she brought her ear near his lips.

"Naughty~" she murmured with a small smile.

Then he whispered, low and warm against her skin.

"Hmm?" she whispered back, already knowing that tone.

Haruki winced, rubbing the side of his arm.

Kyouko crossed her arms, trying not to smile.

"You know we’re still in the hospital, and you just woke up several days ago."

"Doesn’t mean I’m not healed here."

He gestured low under the blanket.

"I’m just saying... I’ve been very patient."

"Wait till you’re discharged," she whispered, brushing his bangs back.

"Then we’ll see if your stamina really recovered."

"That sounds like a promise."

"Don’t you want this big boy?"

Haruki grinned, letting his hand slide casually over the blanket to gesture down below, eyebrows wiggling shamelessly.

Kyouko scoffed softly.

"Hmmph. We don’t even know if it works like before the accident."

Haruki leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"It’s been hard every morning..." he whispered.

"Especially when I saw your cleavage earlier."

Kyouko’s cheeks turned slightly pink.

She reached for the chopsticks again, stabbing a piece of carrot with more force than necessary.

"Naughty~" she said, not looking at him.

"Let’s just wait until you’re discharged."

"At least give this big boy a kiss?"

"Can’t you see the CCTV there?" she hissed, nodding toward the corner of the room.

She smiled, already sensing the mischief in his voice.

"What now, naughty boy?" she said with a sigh, gently adjusting his blanket.

Haruki tilted his head, eyes narrowing playfully.

"You said you were pregnant... but how can you be sure?"

Kyouko didn’t answer.

She calmly reached into her purse, pulled out a small object wrapped in tissue—

And placed it gently on his chest.

Then leaned in, lips close to his ear.

"I’m going to the toilet."

She stood, smoothed her dress, and walked gracefully toward the bathroom without another word.

Two clear, red lines.

Haruki’s breath caught.

Haruki stared at the test in his hand.

His breath caught in his throat.

He laughed—soft, disbelieving.

"I’m going to become a father..."

"A real one... Not just in my dreams..."

His eyes were fixed on the little test.

His other hand slowly rose and rested flat on his own chest, as if trying to steady his racing heart.

He closed his eyes for a second.

When he opened them again, he was still smiling.

And the test—still glowing with truth.

He and Kyouko... were going to have a child.

Slowly, carefully, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

His muscles still felt weak, but the excitement in his chest overpowered everything else.

Still gripping the pregnancy test in one hand, he stood—barefoot—and moved quietly toward the door to the private bathroom.

Just slowly turned the handle and stepped inside.

Kyouko had just finished.

She was standing at the sink, adjusting her dress, fixing her hair, her usual grace in every movement.

"Haruki!!" she hissed under her breath, shocked.

"What are you doing!? You’re not supposed to walk yet!"

But before she could stop him, he stepped forward and embraced her tightly, arms wrapping around her waist, face buried in her neck.

"You’re really pregnant..." he whispered.

His voice was trembling.

"You’re carrying my child..."

Kyouko’s body softened in his arms.

And then—without warning—

Pulled his sweatpants lower.

Kyouko’s eyes widened.

"Haruki—!" she hissed again.

"We’re in a hospital!"

He kissed her neck, slow and hot.

His hand cupped her hip, pulling her closer.

"I need to feel it... Just a little."

She should’ve said no.

She really should’ve.

The way he held her...

The way he trembled...

The way his breath hitched when he pressed his penis against her through the fabric...

"...Just the tip," she whispered, barely audible.

"Don’t push all the way in... our baby is there..."

Kyouko whispered, voice trembling against his ear.

Haruki chuckled softly, lips brushing her neck.

But she could already feel it—

the thick heat pressing against her.

Kyouko bit her lower lip hard.

The moment the head slipped in, her breath hitched.

He was always... too much.

Gifted—in size, in thickness—

And her pussy, even after all they’d done together, still reacted the same.

"His length... the way he fills me..."

She gripped his shoulder, trying to hold herself steady.

Her legs trembled, knees nearly giving in.

"Don’t... don’t go all in..." she whispered shakily.

But Haruki’s hips rolled forward, slow and deep.

Just enough to make her gasp.

Kyouko leaned upward, her arms wrapped tight around his neck.

Trembling with held-back emotion.

"Haruki..." she whispered, voice breathless against his lips.

But Haruki didn’t stop.

His hips continued their slow rhythm—deep enough to press her limits, but careful.

That pressure curling deep inside her, rising fast.

Her hands clutched his back.

Her forehead rested against his shoulder.

A soft, helpless gasp escaped her mouth—

followed by a deep, uneven breath.

Her walls tightened, her whole body seized in that wave of bliss—

silent, graceful, and uncontrollable.

He slowly pulled out, careful and smooth.

She nearly collapsed against him, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

"I’ll finish it... when I’m discharged."

Kyouko could only nod faintly, still trembling in his arms.