Chapter 233: Chapter 233

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed faintly through the room.

Kyouko’s breath hitched—her body trembling, bent low for him as the bed rocked gently beneath them.

Her voice broke through the thick air, soft and desperate.

"Haruki... don’t be rough... mmm... ah..."

But it only stirred him more.

She had already climaxed.

He was buried deep again.

Feeling every tight pull of her pussy.

Every squeeze of her soft, drenched walls around him.

His grip tightened on her hips, sweat sliding down his back.

"Don’t push too deep—! Nn~"

Her words melted into a moan, her body shaking again.

Haruki leaned forward, his mouth brushing her shoulder, breath hot against her skin.

You’re too perfect, Kyouko...

This body... this scent... the way you tremble when I take you—

She gripped the sheets, whimpering softly as her knees buckled slightly under the rhythm.

Then—without a word—he gently pulled out.

His voice was low. Breathless.

She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, strands of hair sticking to her face from the heat of their bodies.

Then she smiled—soft, trusting.

And slowly lay back against the mattress, her skin still glowing from the earlier waves of pleasure.

Haruki moved over her, hovering for a breath before lowering himself down—pressing his chest gently against hers.

Her breasts softly cushioned against him.

Her legs welcomed him in again, wrapping lightly around his waist.

A long, lingering kiss—wet, warm, desperate in its softness.

Kyouko moaned quietly into his mouth, her arms sliding up to wrap around his neck.

This closeness—this heat—it was addictive.

He could feel every inch of her body pressed against his.

Her chest rising and falling beneath him.

He loved the way she held him.

How her fingers curled behind his neck.

Those soft moans that spilled from her lips with each movement.

He stared at her face.

The way her lips parted as she whispered his name.

The way her brows arched in pleasure.

The way her eyes looked dazed—glassy from everything he gave her.

This woman... she’s perfect.

Kyouko’s soaked heat echoed through the room with every push and pull.

The sharp slap of skin against skin.

The slick, obscene sound of Haruki sliding in and out of her tight, drenched pussy.

Too tight... yet too slippery.

It wrapped around his penis like a velvet vice.

Too delicious to ignore.

Each thrust felt like drowning in warmth.

Like being swallowed whole by the woman he loved most.

Her hands clutched behind his neck.

Her body arched beneath him.

Her back lifted off the mattress.

Her legs trembled, wrapped tight around his hips.

A raw, uncontrolled climax tore through her—harder than before.

Her mouth opened wide, but no sound came at first. Just pure, helpless sensation.

Then a soft cry escaped—sweet, desperate, real.

Her inner walls squeezing around him, fluttering, pulling, milking his length in waves.

It was Kyouko losing herself.

Her body shivered under him as aftershocks rolled through her, again and again.

Haruki slowly sat up—his chest rising and falling with labored breath.

Kyouko was still climaxing beneath him.

Her body shivered in soft waves, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips parted in a helpless moan.

Her breath caught, stuttering—held in that perfect space between pleasure and release.

The way her breasts rose with each desperate breath.

Her soft curves trembled slightly as her legs relaxed, slowly falling open under him.

And there—between her thighs—

Her pussy still pulsed gently.

Her inner thighs glistened.

Her skin was flawless—almost unreal.

Even the way her hips twitched lightly in the aftermath was beautiful.

Haruki swallowed, eyes moving from her breast... to her stomach... to her perfect, trembling thighs.

This woman... she’s everything.

The kind of body men dream about.

The kind of soul that makes you want to stay forever.

Haruki began to move his hips—slow, deep rolls as he remained upright, still buried fully inside her.

His eyes locked on her chest.

With every motion, her breasts bounced softly.

The delicate pink of her nipples standing out against her flushed skin.

Each gentle thrust sent a ripple through her body—

And her breasts moved in perfect rhythm, catching the light as they swayed.

Kyouko’s eyes fluttered again.

Her lips parted in a quiet moan, voice light and airy—

As if she was floating in warmth.

Every time he moved, she let out the softest sound.

She really loved this.

Her hands curled against the sheets, her hips shifting slightly to receive him better.

At the place where they were joined.

At how her soaked, smooth pussy stretched around him completely.

Wider than her wrist—

And still, she took him in like her body was made just for him.

Her warmth wrapped around him, tight and greedy.

The way her folds stretched, glistening, pulsing slightly with each slow push—it was beautiful. Addictive.

The way her brows pulled together in pleasure, the way her mouth stayed parted, breath shaky—

He could never forget it.

Not from the first time they crossed the line.

Not from the night her body gave in.

The moment her voice cracked as she came for the very first time in her life.

That night marked everything.

Not just because she was under him again—

Her body trembling, her core wrapped tight around him.

Not just because he could see her again—

Flushed, soft, open, perfect.

Not even just because she now carried his child inside her.

It was more than all of that.

Kyouko gave him everything.

He leaned down—his hips still rolling slowly, deeply—and pressed their bodies together.

Their skin met—slick with sweat, warm from heat.

Her breasts pressed softly against his chest, her arms slipping around him.

Full. Deep. Passionate.

Their mouths opened, tongues circling, exploring, tasting.

The way she responded—

The way she kissed back without hesitation, without fear—

It made Haruki’s heart tighten.

He pulled from the kiss slowly, his forehead brushing against hers.

His hips never stopped moving—slow, claiming strokes deep inside her.