Chapter 244: Chapter 244

Kyouko could feel it.

Another climax was building inside her.

Her body, already weak from the relentless waves before, trembled beneath Haruki’s weight.

Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths.

Her pussy was pulsing—hot, swollen, aching for release.

I can’t... I can’t hold it...

The wave came crashing down.

Her mouth opened in a silent moan.

And at that exact moment.

His arms tightened around her waist as his hips pressed in hard.

The warm rush inside her.

Haruki’s release shot deep into her.

And her inner walls reacted instantly.

Her pussy clutched around his penis.

The pulsing from her climax and the surging release inside her collided.

Pressing into his shaft from all sides.

Kyouko let out a cry.

Breathless and broken, her body arching into him as her climax reached its peak.

Her hands trembled against his back.

Her thighs locked around his hips.

He buried his face into her neck.

Still twitching inside her from how tight she was.

And Kyouko could only tremble.

Core still pulsing, still savoring every throb, every drop, every lingering twitch of his shaft inside her.

Soft light filtered through the curtains, brushing gently against the sheets.

His eyes slowly opened...

And the first thing he saw.

Already dressed in a soft home dress, hair tied loosely in a ponytail, her face glowing with that natural, graceful beauty only she had.

"Good morning, darling~"

Her voice was light, spoiled in tone, like a young girl teasing her boyfriend.

Before he could even answer, she kissed his cheek.

Haruki chuckled, still groggy.

But his heart fluttered.

Kyouko giggled, clearly in a good mood.

"Darling~ come on, wake up! Breakfast is ready~"

She handed him a fresh towel.

Then gently pulled his hand.

Pouting playfully as she tried to pull him from the bed, like a shy teenager trying to get her boyfriend up.

Haruki sat up slowly, still smiling.

This wasn’t the composed, serene woman the world saw.

Not the mature woman who carried grace in every step.

She was more than that.

And it wasn’t forced.

One she never showed anyone.

I’m the only one who gets to see her .

He stood up and pulled her close, towel in one hand, lips brushing her forehead.

"I love you, Kyouko..."

She smiled up at him, radiant.

"I know. Now go shower~ before your eggs get cold~"

Haruki stepped out of the bathroom.

Hair still damp, shirt half-buttoned, adjusting his collar as he moved toward the mirror.

Kyouko turned from the kitchen space.

Her eyes fell on him as he slipped into his blazer.

"You’re wearing your office outfit..."

Haruki looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.

"Yeah. I need to stop by the office."

He finished adjusting his sleeves and turned to her.

"After I got the phone yesterday, the company patched me through to my boss. He asked if I could come in today to collect the replacement laptop. Said there are a few project files they need me to review."

Kyouko walked over to him.

Still in her apron, holding a cloth in one hand.

"Mm... okay... but," she said softly, looking up at him, "you eat breakfast first, okay?"

Pressed a warm kiss to her lips.

She smiled in return, then reached up and adjusted his collar—fingertips gentle, smoothing his shirt where it had wrinkled slightly.

Haruki watched her the whole time.

The way her lashes lowered.

The way she bit her lower lip just slightly while focusing.

The way her soft breath tickled his chin as she leaned in close.

When she finished, she looked up again.

He cupped her cheek and smiled.

"Don’t worry. I won’t be late."

He leaned his forehead to hers.

"If anything happens, I’ll call. We already have each other now, right?"

Kyouko smiled—gently, lovingly.

"Yes, yes... I know..."

Then she nudged his side with her elbow playfully.

"Now come, Let’s eat before the breakfast goes cold~"

Haruki chuckled and followed her to the table.

As she served him a warm plate, he looked at her again.

His beautiful kyouko.

Serving him like a proper wife.

Cook, care and love him.

Once Haruki finished eating, he placed his chopsticks down neatly and stood, brushing his blazer and checking his watch.

As he walked toward the door to gather his things, he noticed something.

Kyouko was in front of the mirror by the entryway.

Pulling a light shawl over her shoulders, slipping her feet into soft flats.

"Hmm?" she glanced over her shoulder, smiling.

"Where are you going?"

She adjusted her hair one last time before turning to face him.

"Hmm? Following you down to the lobby," she said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Haruki blinked. "You’re sure?"

"Why not?" she smiled, graceful and calm. "It’s not like I’m walking far, we’ll use the lift anyway."

He tilted his head, amused.

She stepped over to him and gently fixed the lapel of his blazer.

"I just want to see you off," she said softly, looking up at him. "Just for today~"

There was something so sweet, so sincere in her tone.

No drama, no neediness—just affection, quiet and warm.

Haruki’s lips curved into a gentle smile.

Kyouko returned the smile.

They both stepped out the door together, and she gently locked it behind them.

Without a word, she slipped her hand around Haruki’s arm, resting her cheek lightly on his shoulder as they walked down the quiet corridor of the upscale apartment floor.

The polished hallway lights reflected softly off the marble tiles beneath their feet.

Everything about the moment felt peaceful.

When they reached the elevator, the doors opened with a quiet chime.

Haruki leaned against the side rail casually, but Kyouko stayed close, her arm still looped through his.

He looked down at her.

"You’re not annoyed... or embarrassed?" she asked quietly. "With me being ?"

He frowned—surprised.

Kyouko gave a small smile.

"Clingy. Touchy. Following you ."

She looked up at him.

"...I’ve never done this before. Not with anyone."

Haruki’s expression softened.

He reached up and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Then leaned closer, kissed her forehead, and whispered:

That quiet, boyish smile only she ever got to see.

"I would never feel that way," he said gently.

"I don’t mind it at all... in fact, I love it."

Kyouko blinked slowly, her dark blue eyes searching his face.

"Really?" she asked softly.

He nodded without hesitation.

He looked right into her eyes.

"I already fell hard for you."

Kyouko’s breath caught.

Her lips parted... then curved into a soft, glowing smile.

She leaned up on her toes, her voice a whisper near his lips.