A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 65: Secrets Behind a Smile ( )

"Really?" Kyouko whispered, her breath shallow, her voice almost trembling.

Haruki paused—just for a second—then leaned to the side, his chest against her back, his lips brushing her cheek.

"Yes."

He kissed her softly, then again, slower—a kiss filled with emotion, not just heat.

Kyouko’s fingers curled tighter into the couch cushions, her face flushed.

"I’ve never felt like this before..."

She closed her eyes as he kissed down her neck.

"You’re the first one..."

Haruki stilled for a heartbeat, his throat tight.

"I’m glad I became the first one."

Kyouko turned slightly, her lips finding his again—a deep, drawn-out kiss that melted into silence.

But Haruki couldn’t hold back much longer.

His hips started to move again—a little faster now, a little deeper.

Rhythmic. Slow, but powerful.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, soft at first, then sharper.

And Kyouko—

Her moans came again, muffled into the cushions.

Each sound from her pushed Haruki further—his body, his heart, his obsession burning hotter.

She was everything to him in this moment.

Warm.

Tight.

Perfect.

His.

And he didn’t want to stop.

Just as Haruki was about to thrust again—

A car engine sounded outside.

Kyouko froze.

Her eyes widened as she glanced toward the window.

"A car—!"

Her voice dropped to a whisper, panic rising.

"They’re early! Haruki—pull out!"

"But I didn’t release yet—"

"I’ll let you finish later!"

She twisted slightly, trying to push herself up while still catching her breath.

"When they’re asleep—midnight!"

Haruki hesitated for half a second—his body trembling, aching—but then...

"Promise?"

"Yes! Now pull out! Now, Haruki!"

With a strained breath and a frustrated groan, Haruki withdrew—just in time.

His body still pulsed with need, but he obeyed, breath ragged.

He stood up, about to head upstairs, when Kyouko leaned in and kissed him—hard and deep, her lips still trembling from everything.

"Go shower," she whispered against his mouth.

"And pretend nothing happened. Okay?"

Haruki smile. "Okay~"

But before he turned, his hand slipped up her chest, gently fondling one breast.

Kyouko gasped softly, swatting his hand. "Naughty boy. Now go."

He winked, then disappeared upstairs.

Left alone, Kyouko inhaled deeply, grounding herself.

She moved quickly to the mirror in the hallway—tying her hair up into a neat high ponytail, smoothing her flushed face with practiced hands. Then she adjusted her exercise outfit, tightening the waistband and pulling her top down just enough to cover.

Now she looked like any other housewife finishing an evening workout.

She stepped over to the front window—just in time to see Satoshi’s car pull up outside the gate.

A few seconds later, the horn beeped sharply.

Kyouko placed one hand over her chest, calming her breath.

Then she called out toward the door in a calm, clear voice—

"Wait! I’m going to open the gate."

She grabbed the remote and stepped outside, serene and composed.

As if nothing had happened at all.

Once Satomi and Satoshi stepped out of the car, Satoshi glanced at the house, then at Kyouko.

"Why so late opening the gate?"

Kyouko kept her voice light, her tone casual.

"Hmm? I was in the backyard exercising. Didn’t even notice you two until you honked. You know how far the backyard is from the front gate."

Satoshi scratched his head.

"Ah... yeah. Forgot. Sorry."

Satomi stretched with a yawn.

"You’re looking really fit lately, Mom. That tight outfit’s working pretty well."

"You two are early today. It’s rare to see you this early."

Kyouko turned and walked them toward the door.

"We were both tired, so we decided to head home early," Satomi said, waving off the thought.

"Don’t worry about food—besides, it’s still early."

Kyouko gave a small nod, her smile serene.

"Oh well... if you both say that, I’ll go shower first. Then I’ll cook something, okay?"

"Sure. Thanks, Kyouko." Satoshi stepped inside, already loosening his tie.

Kyouko turned toward the hallway, her footsteps soft.

No rush.

No signs of the chaos from just minutes ago.

Only the cool, composed grace of the woman they all thought they knew.

Inside, the cool air greeted her as she stepped out of her shoes.

She was tired.

Her body still humming from earlier—satisfied from multiple orgasms when Haruki had taken her on the couch, near the window.

He hadn’t even finished.

And now these two came home early...

"Mom?" Satomi’s voice pulled her back to the present.

"Hmm?" Kyouko turned with a gentle smile.

"Where’s Haruki?"

"I don’t know. Maybe upstairs?"

"He didn’t come down?"

"He did. When he ate lunch earlier."

Her tone remained calm, effortless.

"And... snacks in the evening,"

Satomi raised an eyebrow.

"You two don’t talk much, do you?"

Kyouko tilted her head slightly.

"We do. But rarely."

And touching.

That part she kept to herself—buried behind her soft voice and composed face.

Kyouko stepped upstairs, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor.

Satomi trailed behind her, then turned into her own room.

Kyouko opened the door to the master bedroom and stepped inside.

Satoshi was near the closet, still wrapped in a towel, droplets of water clinging to his shoulders as he scrolled through his tablet—already back to work.

"Dear?" she said softly.

"Hmm?" He didn’t look up.

She moved closer—her still-slightly-damp body, the tight exercise outfit hugging every curve. She leaned slightly forward, her voice a little playful.

"What do you think?"

Her neckline dipped just enough to reveal the gentle line of her cleavage.

Satoshi glanced at her once, barely.

"I’m not in the mood for that."

He waved the tablet slightly.

"Besides, we’re already old. I’ve got work to finish."

Kyouko straightened slowly, brushing her hair over one shoulder, a soft smile on her lips.

"Oh... okay~"

Her voice was calm.

But inside her mind—

If you don’t want this body...

You should know your son-in-law loves it.

Touches it.

Worships it.

Kyouko picked up her towel from the dresser—the soft cotton still warm from the air.

She turned slightly—just enough to glance over her shoulder, toward the man who once made her feel beautiful.

Satoshi sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in a towel, completely absorbed in his tablet. His eyes didn’t even flicker toward her.

Kyouko said nothing.

She just watched him silently—composed, unmoving.

And in her mind—

Do you know... that Haruki and I just had sex before you both came home?

Her fingers curled around the towel a little tighter.

He ravished me.

He couldn’t stop.

He devoured me.

Compared to you—he’s young, strong, and big.

Too big.

While you were in traffic...

I was bent over the couch, trembling.

While you were checking numbers...

He was deep inside me, again and again.

If only you knew, Satoshi...

Your wife, Satoshi.

Not some other woman.

Your wife.

The one who waited for you, begged for your touch, and gave up trying after over twenty years of patience.

She smiled to herself—small, secret.

And now... I’m the one crazy for him.

For his size.

His strength.

And his love.

Without a word, she turned into the bathroom and closed the door behind her—silent, elegant, untouchable.

( End Of Chapter )