CHAPTER 287: THE NIGHT WE BECAME US ( 287 )

That night.

In the quiet of the seaside house.

The sound of waves outside was drowned out by the sharp, rhythmic slaps of skin meeting skin.

"Haruki! Ah—be gentle!" Kyouko’s voice broke between gasps, her body bent over the edge of the bed, white knuckles gripping the sheets.

The stretch was overwhelming.

That familiar, delicious fullness deep inside her, each thrust pushing her further, making her toes curl. The friction was hot, relentless, wild. Haruki’s movements were fast, hungry, rough, and yet perfectly in tune with her body’s need.

She could feel it building again. That uncontrollable swell deep in her core, the one she had no power to stop.

She bit her lower lip, trying desperately to muffle her moans and whimpers, but her body refused to stay quiet. Every nerve was alight, her skin tingling from the intensity, her hips trembling under his grip.

The sensation, that huge, intoxicating stretch, the deep, powerful movements.

It was everything her body craved. She had been yearning for this even before the wedding, and now she had him... her husband.

She turned her head just enough to glance over her shoulder, catching sight of his face,jaw tight, eyes locked on her, a look of pure satisfaction and unrestrained hunger.

"Mm—Nghh!" Her breath hitched, and then it hit.

Her body convulsed, trembling violently as the climax ripped through her. Her legs shook, her inner walls tightening around him in uncontrollable spasms, drawing him deeper with every pulse.

Her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as the wave hit her.

Her walls clenched hard around him, pulsing in a helpless rhythm, her legs shaking beneath her as heat flooded through her. A sharp cry escaped despite her teeth pressing into her lower lip, her voice breaking into a whimper as her body arched instinctively back toward him.

The tremors wouldn’t stop.

Each powerful thrust seemed to ignite another ripple, making her knees weaken until her fingers clawed at the sheets for support.

She could feel every inch of him.

Every deep, stretching drive, her pussy fluttering uncontrollably around his impossible size.

This... this is the feeling I love.

Of him... who is now officially my husband. No longer an affair. No longer hidden.

Is this why Haruki is such a beast tonight?

She had wanted her shiromuku removed, but Haruki had refused.

Loosening it just enough so her bra and panties could be taken aside, allowing him to see the beauty of her youthful, flawless body beneath the ceremonial white. The gentle curve of her hips. The soft swell of her breasts. The smooth perfection of her skin.

Now, with his hands gripping her firmly, Haruki kept driving into her with relentless force.

Kyouko pressed her face into the pillow, muffling the desperate sounds that escaped her lips, her body quivering from the delicious torment inside her.

So big... so hard... so long... so strong...

Kyouko loved it.

She knew her body had been waiting too long for his huge penis to stretch it again, the way only he could.

Nights before the wedding had been restless, her sleep broken by the aching emptiness between her thighs, her mind replaying every memory of his touch.

And now...

She could feel it.

The sweet, overwhelming fullness, the friction that sent delicious shivers racing through her. Her body wouldn’t have enough of this, not tonight, not ever.

The sensation she loved was here again.

That addictive pleasure that made her melt, that made her lose herself in him completely.

Her gaze found him over her shoulder.

he handsome face of her now-husband, wild with desire, his eyes locked solely on her, entirely focused on the tight heat of her core wrapped around him.

She followed his gaze downward, catching a glimpse of where they were joined... watching in helpless fascination as his big shaft slid in and out of her with maddening slowness between each hard drive, the tightness making every movement perfect.

Kyouko’s thoughts flowed between her soft, breathless moans.

Do you like my core, Haruki?

I know by the way you look at me... you love it, don’t you?

This smooth... hairless pussy.

Is this the body you’ve been searching for? The body you’ve been craving all this time?

She tried to glance back again between thrusts, and what she saw made her inner walls pulse even tighter.

Yes... I can see it in your face. Every bit of your expression tells me how much you want me.

And not once... not even once... has your shaft softened.

If anything, it felt even harder now.

Adeep, throbbing rigidity that told her exactly how much he was enjoying her. She knew enough to understand: the harder he became, the more his body was telling her he was lost in pleasure... lost in her.

Her lips parted in another soft moan, her body trembling as that knowledge sent another shiver of heat straight to her core.

Kyouko felt him slowly pull out, the motion deliberate... until a faint, wet pop echoed in the quiet room — undeniable proof of her tightness wrapped around Haruki’s huge, wide shaft.

She sank back onto the bed, her body tingling from the loss of him for even a moment. Haruki’s hands moved to her shiromuku, carefully opening it to reveal the body he adored.

Smooth skin, perfect curves, and the soft swell of her breasts rising with each breath.

Kyouko smiled up at him, warmth in her eyes.

Haruki leaned down, his chest pressing against the fabric of her top, heat radiating between them. His lips captured hers in a deep, consuming kiss.

Slow at first, then hungry, claiming her fully.

While they kissed, she felt it, that unmistakable pressure, his huge shaft brushing against her entrance again, poised and searching. A moment later, the familiar stretch began, even though she was already impossibly wet from earlier.

Mm~! Stretch me all you want, Haruki.

Her mind whispered as her lips stayed locked with his. I’m your wife now... push it deeper... ravish me all you want.

This body belongs to you... and I love it.

Another climax was building.

Fast, hard, unstoppable.

Kyouko’s eyes widened for a split second before fluttering shut, her breath catching as her entire body began to tremble. Deep inside, her most sensitive spot pulsed with electric heat, every thrust sending shockwaves straight through her core.

A long, soft moan escaped her lips, sweet and drawn out, the sound dripping with pleasure she couldn’t hide.

Haruki’s gaze locked on her.

The way her head tilted back, the slight arch of her back, the faint flush blooming across her cheeks. He was watching the most beautiful sight he had ever seen... Kyouko in climax.

Even now, as her body convulsed around him, she remained what she had always been.

Elegant, serene, graceful... breathtakingly beautiful.

( End Of Chapter )