A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 67: Trust in the Silence ( )

Her body still trembled from the last wave when she leaned in, breathless and flushed.

"Go... harder..."

Her whisper cracked at the edges—shaky, needy, unstoppable.

Haruki gripped her hips tighter, his rhythm shifting.

Faster.

Deeper.

Harder.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room—louder now, wet and raw.

But Kyouko didn’t care.

"Mmm... ahh... Haruki... mmm..."

Her voice was no longer steady—just broken fragments of pleasure.

And inside her mind—

"Yes!!

This... this is what real sex is, Satoshi!!

This young man... he makes me come—again and again—without—"

Her thoughts shattered.

A white-hot burst exploded inside her.

Her G-spot flared.

Her walls clenched down.

And then—

She squirted.

The sudden release made her whole body jolt.

A wet rush, uncontrolled, overwhelming.

Her mouth opened in a silent moan—her voice lost to the storm tearing through her.

She slumped forward slightly, her breath ragged, completely undone.

And Haruki—

He was still inside her.

Still moving.

Haruki’s breath grew heavier, chest rising and falling against her back.

The sensation of Kyouko tightening around him—warm, wet, pulsing—was maddening.

But his eyes darted toward the stairs—still silent.

He couldn’t finish inside her.

No matter how much his body screamed for it.

His hips moved faster now—deeper, more urgent, each thrust sending small ripples of sound through the quiet kitchen.

He was close.

Too close.

And then...

His gaze shifted.

Her asshole.—the pink entrance just above her hips, unclaimed, untouched—became his focus once more.

Her lips parted slightly, trembling as her body was bent over, spent from climax after climax... open.

Haruki hesitated.

Could he...?

His finger slid along her asshole—gently.

Testing.

Waiting.

Feeling the tension beneath her skin.

Still moving inside her—but slower now.

Asking with touch, not words.

"Haruki...?"

Her voice was barely audible, breathless, still quivering from the force of another climax.

Her knees trembled beneath her as she bent over the counter, legs weak, her body soaked with sweat and release.

She could feel it—his thick penis wasn’t at her core anymore.

It was higher.

Different.

Her eyes widened slightly.

A flush rose to her cheeks.

No one had ever touched her anus before.

And then—

She felt it.

The pressure.

Firm.

Slow.

Unmistakable.

"Nnngh...!"

She bit her lip—hard.

A sharp jolt of pain, new and foreign.

Her hands gripped the counter tighter.

But she didn’t stop him.

She didn’t push him away.

Her body stiffened... but her breath stayed soft.

Her heart pounded with fear, shock... and something darker.

She whispered again, trembling—

"G-gentle... please..."

And Haruki stilled, his hand moving to her hip with care, his hot breath against her back.

Inside her mind—it hurt.

A dull, stretching ache.

Unfamiliar.

Uncomfortable.

Even though Haruki’s thick cock wasn’t fully inside her, her body protested.

Her breath hitched.

Her fingers dug into the counter.

A soft whimper escaped her lips.

"Haruki... it hurts..."

She whispered it—not in rejection, but in truth.

Honest. Vulnerable. Real.

And yet—

She didn’t stop him.

She didn’t pull away.

Because deep inside, through the fog of pleasure and pain—

She had already given herself to him.

Completely.

And in her mind—

"Look at him, Satoshi.

He’s exploring my asshole with his big, thick penis.

The place you never even touched.

Never even looked at."

"My body—every inch of it—is his now."

Her legs trembled again.

"This pain...

this surrender...

it’s for him.

Not for you.

Never again for you."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Haruki’s voice was low, breathless—gentle despite the hunger in his movements.

He was still easing in, slow and careful.

Kyouko bit her lip harder, her eyes stinging from the burn she felt inside.

And when she sensed Haruki starting to pull back—

hesitant, worried—

She moved.

She pushed her hips back—deep, fast.

Forcing him deeper.

All the way in.

"Ah—!!"

Her eyes flew wide.

Her breath caught painfully in her throat.

It was too much.

Too full.

Too deep.

Too raw.

Her whole body tightened, frozen between pain and surrender.

But she didn’t back away.

Inside, her thoughts raced—

"It hurts.

So much.

But... I don’t want you to stop.

I don’t want you to feel like I couldn’t give you all of me."

"Finish... fast... Haruki..."

Her voice trembled, barely a whisper.

She braced herself, hands gripping the counter, sweat on her brow, heart racing.

And even in pain... she stayed.

Haruki held still—torn between desire and concern.

But then—

Kyouko moved.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Despite the pain.

Her hips shifted against his, drawing him deeper.

Her breath shook.

Her fingers clutched the counter harder, knuckles pale.

"If you don’t want to move..." she whispered, voice trembling,

"...then I will."

She rocked her hips again—sharper this time.

A wince.

A gasp.

But she didn’t stop.

"No one ever... did it there before..."

Her voice was breathy, cracking under strain.

"...so it’s only for you... Haruki..."

"Nnghh..."

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes from the intensity of it all.

Pain. Love. Willingness.

The kind of surrender no words could ever explain.

And Haruki—

He stood there behind her, motionless for a moment,

his hands slowly, gently wrapping around her waist...

Because he knew what she had just given him

was more than pleasure.

It was trust.

Haruki could barely breathe.

She was too tight.

Too warm.

Too perfect.

As she moved for him—slow, trembling, obedient to her own will—he felt her fully wrap around him, holding him in a way no one ever had.

And he couldn’t stop anymore.

His hips began to move—first slow, then deeper, faster, controlled but urgent.

Each thrust made Kyouko wince—but she didn’t push him away.

She let him.

For him.

Because she knew.

She knew how much he loved this.

How much he needed it.

Her body shook again, her fingers trembling at the counter’s edge.

"Mmm... Haruki..." she whispered, eyes half-closed, lips parted.

And then—

Haruki grunted softly, deep in his throat.

He moved harder—shallow, fast, nearing the edge.

He pressed deeper one last time—

and let go.

His whole body tensed.

The release was thick, hot, full—pulsing deep inside her.

Too much.

A flood.

Kyouko’s breath caught as she felt every surge inside her—filling her, warming her, claiming her.

She gasped softly, her legs unsteady, her body fully spent.

But her lips still curved into a soft, tired smile.

Because he was satisfied.

And that was all she wanted.

"Do you like it, Haruki?"

Kyouko’s voice was soft, her breath still shaky.

Haruki rested his forehead against her shoulder, still inside her, barely moving.

"Yes... I love it."

Kyouko smiled.

A quiet, tired smile.

"Glad you like it."

They stayed like that for a moment—their bodies still connected, her breathing slowing, his arms wrapping gently around her waist.

Kyouko shifted just enough to turn in his arms, his length still inside, and pressed her lips softly to his.

Haruki kissed her back—deep, slow, filled with everything words couldn’t say.

One hand slid up—cupping her breast, kneading gently, his thumb brushing over her sensitive skin.

Kyouko let out a quiet hum.

She leaned into the kiss, her body still trembling slightly, still sore, but her heart soft and open.

Haruki held her like she was fragile, precious.

And for once, she didn’t feel old.

She felt wanted.

Worshipped.

Loved.

( End Of Chapter )