Wrong Script, Right Love-Chapter 179: CEO Takes the Day Off

[Kurosawa Mansion—Continuation—Renji’s POV]

"Ahhh... ahhh... ha... ahhh..."

I lay draped over Hayato’s chest, slick with sweat and our sperm, every nerve still alive, every inch of me screaming from the relentless pounding of his impossibly large cock. My back pressed into the mattress, hips trembling uncontrollably as he continued to thrust, each movement a perfect, cruel rhythm of pleasure.

I’d lost count—how many times had he gone in and out? How many times did he put on a new condom? All I knew was the wet heat inside me, mingled with the slick outside, the scent of him heavy in the room, and the way my body had completely betrayed me.

Then—THRUST!

"Aghhhh...!!"

I cried, legs quivering as another wave of bliss ripped through me. He moaned low, deep, and possessive, and I felt him shudder inside me, wetting me again from inside.

When it was finally over, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close, chest pressing warmly against mine. His hands stroked my hair and rubbed my back soothingly, grounding me as I tried to catch my ragged breath.

"Are you tired, my love?" His voice was low, roughened with desire but gentle, almost tender.

I slumped against him, heat and exhaustion melting together. "Y...yes... I’m tired."

He chuckled softly, a deep, satisfied sound that made my stomach twist. Carefully, he guided me to lie across his lap properly, his hands lingering possessively on my hips and buttocks.

"Alright... We can stop here for today," he murmured, thumb brushing over the reddened skin of my ass. "Though... look at you... Your poor round squishy butt has become too red. Let’s wash you up properly, hm?"

I nodded, eyelids heavy, surrendering completely to the warmth of his care. "...Thank you...I have no energy to wash myself."

Hayato’s fingers traced gentle, soothing circles along my reddened flesh, his touch soft but deliberate, his heat pressing close as he leaned down, lips grazing my temple.

"Good, rest in my arms. I’ll take care of you."

I blinked and tried to form a reply, but my body and mind were too exhausted, too overwhelmed. Just like that, I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his chest and the steady beat of his heart lull me.

Within moments, I drifted into sleep, utterly spent, utterly his.

***

[Bathroom—Continuation—Hayato’s POV]

I stroked his hair gently, watching his chest rise and fall in soft, uneven breaths. He lay in my arms like a child, utterly vulnerable, completely... mine.

"So cute..." I mumbled.

I pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, muttering against them and controlled, "...Control Hayato... You cannot kiss a sleeping person...he’s too worn out."

His warmth seeped into me, making my chest tighten in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I never knew loving him could feel like this—intoxicating, maddening... breathtaking. It feels like...whatever I fought for...maybe I don’t recall...is finally worth it.

Then my gaze softened, lingering on him—Renji, sleeping peacefully, cheeks flushed, chest still trembling from the intensity of our night.

My heart thudded in a strange mix of possession, awe, and something I refused to name out loud.

I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and held him tighter against my chest. Every inch of me ached to protect him, to claim him, to never let him go.

With a quiet, controlled sigh, I rose, still cradling him. His warmth against me was addictive, grounding, and impossible to leave behind. I stepped down from the bed, careful not to disturb his sleep, and made my way toward the bathtub.

***

[Hayato’s Bedroom—Aftermath—The Next Day—Morning—Renji’s POV]

"...mmmm..."

My eyes fluttered open... and immediately—I regretted everything.

AAGHHHHHH—PAIN. PAIN EVERYWHERE. My poor, poor ass... my back... my thighs... my dignity... Aghhh...my back. RIP...to my back.

I groaned, curling slightly, trying to remember why, exactly, I had thought last night was a good idea. But of course, Hayato. That monstrous, impossible, beautiful man... Aka...my boss. And his...big equipment.

I opened one eye slowly. Mistake number one. My vision registered... the aftermath. My body was literally in panic. Sheets sticky, rumpled, soaked... well...and messed up.

"Ohhh... it hurts... it hurts... damn it," I whimpered, tiny, pitiful noises that would have earned me the best employee of the year for serving a CEO.

I tried to sit up. Big mistake. Every nerve in my body screamed in protest.

"AHHH—GODDAMN IT! WHAT DID I DO TO MYSELF?" I flopped back onto the mattress, letting out a groan so theatrical it could have broken the sound barrier.

Then I looked around. "Where is Hayato?"

. . .

. . .

"Oh... My love, you woke up?"

My head snapped to the source. My body wanted to move, but... of course... no single muscle was cooperating. I was stuck like a flopping fish.

And there he was.

Standing in front of me like some goddamn divine blessing I had prayed for—and somehow deserved more. Perfectly dressed, suit immaculate, a cup of coffee in his hand... glowing. Absolutely glowing, like the morning itself had decided to orbit him.

I stared before my brain caught up.

"Are you... going to the office?" I asked.

He smiled and walked closer, unhurried, confident.

"Of course, my love," he said gently. "I’m a CEO. Responsibilities don’t disappear just because the night was... memorable."

Heat crept up my neck.

"Give me five minutes," I said quickly. "I’ll be ready too—"

He pushed me back onto the mattress before I could finish, carefully and controlled, the bed dipping beneath me.

"No," he said softly. "Not today."

I blinked up at him.

"You’re not in any condition to handle an assistant’s workload today," he added, eyes dark with amusement. "And...after yesterday...I don’t think I can get less horny seeing you now."

My face burned.

He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to my forehead, lingering there just a second longer than necessary.

"You look beautiful like this," he murmured. "Do you know that?"

I frowned, confused. "Huh? What do you—"

His gaze drifted downward, unashamed, lingering on my skin where the sheets barely covered me. I followed his eyes and froze.

Red marks. Everywhere. I looked back at him, mortified—and then stopped.

He looked... proud.

"Why are you smiling like that?" I asked, incredulous. "What are you so proud of?"

His smirk deepened. One hand slid beneath the blanket, warm and familiar, circling around my swollen nipples, just enough to make my breath catch—not demanding, just claiming.

"Because," he said quietly, "I marked what’s mine." His thumb brushed lightly, possessively. "And yes... I’m very proud."

I stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

He straightened and handed me the coffee. "Here. I made this for you. It’ll help you relax."

I reached for the mug—but he pulled it back gently.

"No, my love," he said, voice dropping. "Not like that."

"Huh?"

He took a slow sip instead, eyes never leaving mine. Then he leaned down, close enough that I could smell the coffee and feel the warmth of his breath.

"Open," he whispered.

Before I could protest, his lips brushed mine—soft at first, teasing—sharing the warmth, the bitterness, and the intimacy of it. The kiss deepened just enough to make my heart stumble, slow and hungry, as if he had nowhere else to be.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine.

"Romantic Morning Coffee," he murmured. "CEO style."

I couldn’t tell if my heart was racing from the coffee... or from him. A single drop escaped my lips as he finally pulled away, sliding slowly down my throat.

His eyes followed it.

Dark. Focused.

Hungry.

Before I could react, he leaned in and—LICK—licked it away.

My breath shattered.

I gripped the sheets instinctively, fingers curling into the fabric as heat rushed through me, sharp and sudden. When he looked back up, his expression had shifted—amused, pleased, utterly dangerous.

"God," he murmured. "You’re really good at seducing."

"What?" I protested weakly. "When did I—?"

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he straightened, shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping his pants with maddening calm, eyes never leaving mine.

"You don’t even try," he said quietly. "That’s the problem." A slow smile curved his lips. "You drive me insane just by existing."

My heart hammered.

"H-Hayato—wait," I said, panic mixing with want. "You have to leave for the office—"

"I’m taking the day off."

I stared. "But..."

"I’m a CEO," he added smoothly. "I decide when I work."

Before I could argue, he caught my wrist and gently—but decisively—pulled me back onto the mattress. The bed dipped beneath us, familiar and dangerous all over again.

He hovered above me, eyes warm with intent. His big, large hands reached towards my dick, rubbing gently.

"One round," he said lightly. "I will not go more than that."

I didn’t believe him for a second. That smile—slow, knowing—said everything.

This wasn’t going to be quick. This wasn’t going to be gentle.

And he definitely wasn’t leaving me alone today.

He spread my legs, saying, "It’ll slide in," and....

THRUST!!!!!

"Aghhhh...hah...Hayato..."

And just like that...the day started with another thrust...of his monstrous dick inside me. But...I didn’t mind.

I wrapped my arms around myself, saying, "Go...harder...harder..."

"As my love says," he whispered in my ear, andI suppose I’ll have no choice but to take a one-week leave.