CHAPTER 288: UNDER THE SEAL OF NIGHT ( 288 )

Haruki’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes locked on the woman beneath him.

Despite being over forty, Kyouko’s beauty defied time.

Her skin smooth and flawless, her face radiant and youthful, her armpits and the delicate pussy, completely bare, showing the kind of perfection men could only dream of. Every inch of her was soft, elegant, and alluring.

But it wasn’t just her looks.

It was the way she reacted to him. The gentle flutter of her lashes, the serene yet heated expression, the way her breath trembled with each movement he made.

As he thrust into her again, his eyes caught the hypnotic sight of her full, firm breasts bouncing with his rhythm.

The delicate sway in perfect time with his deep, powerful drives. The movement was almost too much to take in, each bounce a reminder of the woman who was now completely his.

Her moans, her trembling, the tightening of her pussy around his penis.

It all fueled the raw hunger in his body. Haruki felt his grip on her hips tighten instinctively, his desire for her only growing with every second, every bounce, every perfect reaction she gave him.

Haruki’s hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into the smoothness of her skin before sliding lower.

Slow, deliberate.

Until his palms cupped the perfect curve of her butt. Round, soft, and impossibly smooth, it sent a rush of hunger straight through him.

Even after countless nights together, even after months of knowing every inch of her, he still couldn’t get enough.

The craving never dulled.

His gaze dropped, and there it was.

he sight that always pushed him over the edge. His huge penis sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy, her skin stretching and pulling with each deep thrust. It was hypnotic, addictive, the kind of view no man could ever get tired of.

Leaning down, he caught her lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all his hunger into it. She responded immediately, her lips warm and sweet, her tongue meeting his in the way he loved most.

Playful, eager, and inviting.

Kyouko was perfect.

When he pulled away from the kiss, his hips never stopped moving, still driving deep into her wet heat. He lowered his lips to her shoulder, pressing slow, heated kisses along her skin, then moving to her neck.

The place he knew made her melt.

He felt her shiver beneath him, her breathing quickening, her body arching.

The more his lips trailed along her skin, the more her eyes softened into that delicate squint.

Haruki loved this side of her. The way her body surrendered without a trace of resistance, as if every inch of her wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He remembered everything.

The first day he crossed the line, the first time his penis was enveloped by her tight pussy, the first touch of her silky skin beneath his hands, the first time their chests pressed together, feeling her heartbeat race against his.

Since then, that feeling had only grown deeper, sharper, more addictive. And he knew, from a man’s truth, this was something that could never fade.

Inside his mind, the thoughts burned hot.

Her wet core is wrapped around me perfectly. I can feel every curve, every squeeze on my shaft... I love it.

Each slow withdrawal and deep return sent that slick, liquid heat gliding along his length, the wetness coating him until the sound became undeniable.

The slick, wet sound of her pussy welcoming him with every push and pull only drove Haruki deeper into his hunger. His hips began to move with a rougher rhythm.

Kyouko’s face told him everything.

That mix of shyness and pure, unhidden pleasure. Her soft moans spilled out in gentle waves, her lips parting only to close again when she bit down on her lower lip at the exact moment he drove deep inside.

Her fingers clutched at the futon, gripping tighter every time his huge shaft slid in to the hilt, as if she needed something to hold onto to withstand the pleasure.

Her breasts bounced in perfect time with his movements, full and firm, the sight stealing his breath. Her thighs quivered around him, framing him with that delicate tremor that told him her body was on the edge again.

And beneath him.

The sensation of her skin. Smooth, flawless, impossibly soft against his chest and arms as he covered her, the warmth of her body seeping into his own.

She never spoke to break the moment, never ruined the rhythm with needless words.

Kyouko knew how to surrender to pleasure.

How to let him take it, give it, and share it without anything to pull them away from it.

Haruki’s gaze stayed fixed on her face as his hips moved, each slow drive and deep return making her features shift in the most beautiful ways.

That face...

The gentle flush spreading across her cheeks.

The slight parting of her lips with every breath.

The soft furrow in her brow when the pleasure swelled too high.

The way her lashes trembled when her eyes half-closed, yet still found him through the haze.

Haruki could feel it building — that point where control no longer existed. His hips kept moving, deep and steady, until the moment came. With a final thrust, he released everything inside Kyouko.

And at that exact moment... she climaxed.

Her body tightened around him in perfect rhythm with his release, their voices mixing in a shared breathless sound. The timing, the sensation, the way she arched beneath him — it was flawless.

This was the reason Haruki could never stop wanting her.

And now... she wasn’t just the woman he loved in secret. She was his wife. No longer an affair, no longer hidden. A real wife — one who gave him not only the best sex, the most overwhelming pleasure, but the best life he could imagine.

And now, she carried his child.

Haruki pressed his forehead to hers, his voice low, steady, and full of truth.

"Kyouko... I love you."

Kyouko, her body still trembling from the countless climaxes he had given her, gazed up into Haruki’s eyes.

Her handsome, young husband.

A man blessed with that irresistible gift.

His huge, perfect shaft.

Charming in every way.

A well-built body that spoke of quiet strength.

She could feel the firmness of his muscles pressing against her, the heat of him wrapping her in safety and desire all at once.

Her eyes lingered on his, soft yet unwavering, and she lifted herself just enough to close the space between them.

"I love you too... Haruki~"

Their lips met, melting into a deep, passionate kiss.

One that carried the weight of everything they had been through and the promise of everything yet to come.

( End Of Chapter )