Chapter 263: Chapter 263

She’d turned on the loudspeaker.

And the sounds blasted clearly.

Wet. Violent. Shameless.

A deep masculine grunt echoed,raw, hungry.

"Ah~ Darling... don’t mind this old shitty man calling," Kyouko said mockingly, her voice now laced with breathless joy. "Just keep shoving it hard—ahn~!"

Her next words were like knives.

"Oh, Satoshi... my new partner?

He’s so good at sex, it’s ridiculous.

He knows how to touch me... how to use me.

Something you never did."

Kyouko didn’t even try to hide her voice.

"Ahh~ mm... you know... my new partner..."

She moaned again, clearly overwhelmed, but pushed through her breathless words.

"So much bigger than you ever were... ngh~"

Satoshi’s eyes widened.

"Every time he’s inside me... I feel full. Stretched. The way a woman should be."

Her breath hitched, then another loud gasp, sharper, needier.

"And the way he kisses..." she whispered, just before a loud, slick kiss sounded across the line, wet, deep, drawn out.

She was being taken. Loved. Possessed.

And letting the man who abandoned her hear every second of it.

Satoshi stood frozen. The phone to his ear.

And all he could hear.

Were her soft, shameless moans.

The body he once ignored...

Now adored by someone else.

Each sound, each thrust, each breath she let out was no longer his.

And never would be again.

"And don’t ever call me again unless it’s your funeral... or Satomi’s."

Then the line went dead.

Satoshi’s phone slipped from his fingers.

It hit the polished floor with a dull thud.

He didn’t even flinch.

The voice in his ear still echoed.

His wife... no, his ex-wife.

Calling someone "darling" in that trembling voice.

That same voice that used to whisper to him at night.

That used to cry softly into his chest during storms.

That once called his name when she came.

Now she was screaming for someone else.

Another man was inside her.

Slapping against her body.

Filling her. Stretching her.

She didn’t even try to hide it.

She put him on speaker.

Let him hear how she now belonged to someone else.

Satoshi clenched his fists.

A sharp tremor crawled up his spine.

She’s getting married.

No hesitation. No opening.

No chance for him to crawl back.

She said he was bigger.

The one who used to shiver beneath him, whispering she loved him—

Now shattered under another man.

A man with a stronger body.

And she moaned for it.

She was loving it in a way he’d never heard before.

Never once had she made that sound with him.

Not even on their wedding night.

And that truth crushed him.

Back then, he thought she was satisfied.

That voice on the phone?

That was a woman who was finally fulfilled.

And it wasn’t by him.

It never would be again.

Satoshi gritted his teeth.

His manhood humiliated.

The image of Kyouko, pinned under another man, eyes rolled back, moaning as she came again and again.

Would never leave his mind.

Their bodies tangled under the soft wash of yellow light.

"Haruki~! We should stop at one round... ahn... tomorrow..."

Kyouko tried to speak clearly through her moans. "We... we have to wake up early..."

But Haruki didn’t slow down.

If anything, he became rougher. Hungrier.

His grip on her waist tightened.

Kyouko could feel it.

Something had shifted in him.

It was something darker. Deeper.

He hadn’t said a word about the phone call—but she knew.

She saw it in his eyes when he pinned her down.

Felt it in the way he held her.

He wasn’t simply making love anymore.

He was reclaiming her.

Kyouko gasped, legs trembling from the relentless rhythm.

Her fingers brushed over his back, pulling him closer, as her heart whispered.

That man... that old ghost from my past...

He’s nothing now. Just ash in the wind.

You’re the only one who matters.

Even as her muscles burned and her pussy throbbed from exhaustion, she welcomed it.

The heat. The pressure. The overwhelming waves.

Because this was his way of showing it.

And Kyouko loved every moment of it.

How could she ever go back?

How could she even think of leaving.

When her entire body, her very soul, now belonged to this man?

The one who made her feel alive.

Made her feel wanted.

That unbearable heat swelled again inside her.

Her voice cracked in a trembling gasp.

Kyouko’s whole body convulsed, thighs locking around him as her climax crashed violently through her like a wave.

But even in the flood of pleasure, her arms moved instinctively.

She reached up, her trembling fingers finding his face.

Her kiss was wet, shaky...hungry.

A moan escaped into his mouth as her body spasmed beneath him, completely overcome by the intensity.

Inside her mind, her thoughts whispered with clarity only a climax could bring.

This is why I surrendered to you.

This is what made me fall so deep I can’t crawl back out.

Your shaft... it’s too perfect. The way it fills me... stretches me...

My body can’t resist it.

I try...I try to hold it back... to endure it longer...

Hard. Fierce. Without warning.

Like it’s meant for me.

Her fingernails dug softly into his shoulder blades.

You broke me, Haruki.

And now I never want to be whole again.

Kyouko’s body was trembling.

She couldn’t even count how many times she had climaxed.

She had lost track...maybe the third... or fifth?

Her thighs were trembling violently.

Her back arched in exhaustion.

Her hands were gripping the sheets, no longer kissing, no longer calling out—only gasping, whimpering softly as her breath caught with every thrust.

Her whole core throbbed, slick, soaked, far too sensitive.

Haruki still didn’t stop.

Still moving inside her.

Still thick. Still wide.

And yet, somewhere inside her... she wanted it.

This is just... the first round?

She could feel his pace.

Still steady. Still firm.

Her fingers curled into the pillow.

Eyes dazed, flushed with sweat and pink blush.

My body... it can’t keep up... and yet... I want more.

Even if it breaks me.

Haruki leaned down and kissed her temple.

Then whispered against her skin.

"Don’t faint yet... I haven’t even truly started."