A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 131: Between Love and Fear ( )

Haruki lay breathless on top of her, his body still trembling faintly from release.

His chin rested gently on her forehead, their skin damp with sweat, their breaths syncing as they slowly calmed.

His thick penis remained deep inside her, surrounded by her soft, wet warmth.

Still connected.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her.

Kyouko was breathless too. Her cheeks flushed, her body still twitching softly under him.

But she was smiling.

Soft.

Gentle.

Beautiful.

God...

Haruki swallowed hard.

"Kyouko..." he murmured, voice low and hoarse. "I’m sorry."

She blinked up at him, her arms still loosely around his shoulders.

"...For what?" she whispered, smiling faintly between slow breaths.

"For coming inside..."

She stared at him a moment longer, then leaned up, brushing her lips softly against his.

"I don’t mind..." she whispered against his mouth.

Her voice was soft. Warm.

"I... love it..."

Haruki’s chest ached with how much he loved her in that moment.

Kyouko smiled again, a little breathier now, her fingers running along his back.

"Besides..." she whispered. "It’s my safe day."

She kissed him again.

Slowly. Tenderly.

And when their lips parted, she added softly:

"If it was my fertile day... I’d tell you not to..."

Her smile lingered, eyes half-lidded and glowing.

Haruki could only stare at her, heart pounding.

She wasn’t angry.

She wasn’t cold.

"Why do you say sorry for coming inside me?" Kyouko whispered, her voice warm and calm, even as her fingers softly caressed his chest.

Haruki was silent.

Still nestled between her legs, his lips kept brushing over her neck, her cheek, her lips.

Kyouko smiled, kissed him again, and asked quietly,

"Is that the reason Satomi was mad at you before?"

She kissed his lips, soft and slow. Waiting.

Haruki’s movements paused.

Then.

He nodded slowly, his breath shaky.

"...How... do you... know...?"

Kyouko’s fingers ran gently through his hair. "I overheard," she said, voice light. "I was outside the room."

Haruki didn’t respond.

He just kept his forehead against hers, eyes half-closed, like he didn’t know what to feel.

Then her hands cupped his cheeks, guiding him to look at her.

Her smile, calm, affectionate held nothing but quiet reassurance.

"Don’t worry, Haruki," she whispered. "If it’s my fertile day... I’ll tell you to release outside before we start."

He stared at her.

Eyes searching.

Needing to be sure.

She smiled again.

"If I don’t say anything..." she whispered, brushing his lips with her own, "...then you can come inside."

"R-really...?"

"Mm... don’t worry, Haruki~" she breathed gently, wrapping her arms tighter around him. "You don’t have to hold back with me."

Haruki kissed her lips again, then her cheek, nuzzling into her softness with lingering warmth.

"...If I insist on releasing inside you even on your fertile day?"

Kyouko let out a soft laugh, brushing her fingers along his jaw.

"No way~ It’s too risky," she teased, lips curling playfully. "Besides... I’m too old for pregnancy now~"

She kissed his lips gently, then added with a hint of amusement, "And my husband hasn’t touched me in years. If I suddenly got pregnant, wouldn’t he question why? When he never even sleeps with me anymore?"

Haruki blinked, then let out a breath. "That’s... true..."

Kyouko smiled again and ran her fingers through his hair, calming his thoughts.

"Sorry, Haruki~ I can’t," she said softly, kissing his temple.

But inside.

She didn’t smile.

It’s not like I don’t want to...

I know what he wants.

He’s been married to Satomi for over four years now, hasn’t he? And still no child...

She traced slow circles on his bare shoulder, keeping her thoughts buried beneath her serene expression.

I know... he wants a child.

Someone who carries his name, his blood.

And maybe... part of him wonders if I could give it to him.

Her heart ached—quietly.

But she said nothing more.

She just held him gently, feeling the heat of his body over hers, his length still softening inside her, and let herself stay in that moment.

I don’t know, Haruki...

Her eyes stayed closed as he kissed her softly, her fingers brushing along his back.

Part of me doesn’t mind...

If I got pregnant with your child.

Part of me...

Wants that.

To carry something born from him.

To feel it grow inside her.

To give him something Satomi never could.

But then—

Part of me is scared.

Not of pregnancy.

Not of the changes to her body.

Not of the risk.

But of what comes after.

What if Satoshi notices?

What if he questions how I could possibly carry a child, when he hasn’t touched me in years?

And if that happened...

I’d be divorced.

Tossed aside for betraying a marriage that was already cold.

And you... you’d still be with Satomi.

Because I’d never say it.

I’d never tell them.

Never admit that the child growing inside me belongs to you.

If that happens...

If I lose everything...

Then I’d never see you again.

Never feel your arms around me...

Never feel your lips on my skin...

Never let you ravish me like you do—hungry, loving, wild...

Never feel you deep inside me, claiming me with every thrust...

Never again hear your breath grow ragged while your body moves over mine.

No more kisses.

No more whispered "I love you."

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No more us.

That’s what I’m afraid of, Haruki.

Not the child.

But losing you.

"...Kyouko?" Haruki whispered, his lips brushing against her cheek.

"Hmm?" she replied softly, eyes still half-lidded beneath him.

"What are you thinking about?"

Kyouko smiled gently, raising one hand to stroke his damp hair.

"Nothing~" she said sweetly. "How could I think of anything... if you keep kissing me like this?"

He chuckled softly, nuzzling her.

"And besides," she added, her tone playful now, "your big boy’s still inside me."

Haruki blinked, caught off guard for a moment.

Kyouko smiled again, leaning up to whisper teasingly against his lips.

"Pull out now~"

He let out a low laugh, still breathless.

"...Do I have to?"

"Yes~" she sang with a mock pout. "Unless you want me walking around leaking you for the rest of the day."

Haruki laughed quietly, then kissed her one more time before slowly pull out.

A soft pop echoed as he pulled free.

Kyouko flinched slightly, her pussy still sensitive, still clenching at the empty space.

She exhaled softly, closing her legs and lifting her hand.

"...Tissue~"

Haruki reached over the side of the bed and pulled a tissue from the box.

He handed it to her gently, still catching his breath.

Kyouko took it with a small smile, folding it and placing it gently between her thighs , just to keep the warmth from dripping as she moved.

She simply rested it there with her usual elegance.

Then she slowly rose from the bed, her body still sensitive, her bare skin glowing faintly in the light. Her legs trembled slightly.

He watched in silence as she walked toward the bathroom.

Each step was unhurried, her posture straight, her movements fluid.

Her back, the elegant curve of her waist, the soft sway of her hips... everything about her was too beautiful to look away from.

She entered the bathroom and sat gracefully on the edge of the tub.

She turned on the bidet.

Warm water streamed gently beneath her, and she closed her eyes for a moment, letting it soothe her.

She cleaned herself slowly, carefully, her hands graceful and composed.

No complaint.

No fuss.

Just calm.

Delicate.

Beautiful.

Haruki remained on the bed, leaning up on one elbow, watching quietly.

Even in the most private, raw moments... she moved like a dream.

( End Of Chapter )