A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 256: Waiting for His Touch ( 256 )

Chapter 256: Waiting for His Touch ( 256 )

The warm water ran over her shoulders, down her back, and across her chest.

Steam slowly filled the room, curling around her bare skin like a soft veil.

Kyouko stood still beneath the showerhead, eyes distant, her hands slowly moving over her arms, her stomach.

She wasn’t really washing.

Just... thinking.

Staring at the tiled wall.

Did he get bored of me...?

The thought lingered.

She bit her lower lip.

He’s never... rejected me before.

Not once.

Not even when they were being reckless.

When the guilt was fresh.

When they still lived in the same house with Satoshi and Satomi.

Even then.

He was the one who always reached for her first.

He would pull her close.

Sometimes slowly, tenderly, whispering her name like she was precious.

Other times.

Rough. Wild.

Hands on her waist.

Mouth on her neck.

Tearing off her clothes like he couldn’t breathe without her.

Even when she was still fully dressed, he would press her against the wall or sofa, panting into her ear, claiming her.

But today...

Nothing.

No wandering hands.

No soft growl in her ear.

No kiss trailing down her neck.

Just.

A peck on the cheek.

A smile.

Then silence.

She tilted her head back and let the water run through her hair, trying to clear her thoughts.

Why...?

Was I too forward?

Too obvious?

Did my body... become too familiar to him?

She looked down at herself.

At the soft curves he used to adore.

At the skin he used to praise, whispering that she looked like a goddess.

Her hand rested over her belly.

Is that it...?

Is he just being careful because of the baby?

Or... is he losing interest?

Kyouko stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a soft towel.

The mirror by the vanity was already slightly fogged.

She took her time.

Applying her daily skincare, tapping lightly against her cheeks with graceful fingers.

Her skin, smooth and glowing.

Still youthful.

Still radiant.

She began drying her hair.

The soft hum of the hair dryer filled the room.

Strand by strand, she brushed it gently.

Until it fell smooth and silky around her shoulders.

She reached for the yukata.

Unwrapping it slowly.

The fabric was light, slightly translucent under the room’s warm light.

She pulled it around her body.

Tied the obi with a gentle pull.

Perfectly adjusted.

Neat. Serene.

She sat down in front of the mirror.

Fixing her hair with quiet care.

And picked up a small flower hairpin.

A soft shade of lipstick.

Barely tinted, just enough to bring out the fullness of her lips.

The look was natural.

Feminine.

Effortless.

Exactly how Haruki always liked her.

She glanced at her legs.

A pair of stockings waited beside the mirror.

She picked them up.

Slipped them on slowly over her smooth legs.

The soft stretch of fabric hugged her calves, her thighs.

Neat. Subtle.

Her eyes drifted toward the pair of geta sandals beside the wall.

She smiled to herself.

Then softly smirked.

"If Haruki isn’t interested anymore..."

She adjusted a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"...maybe he’s just tired. Or distracted."

She picked up her purse.

"Well—"

Her gaze met her reflection in the mirror.

Still elegant.

Still graceful.

Still breathtaking.

"I’ll just have to use my body..."

Her smile curved slightly.

"...and keep seducing him."

Knock knock.

From the other side of the sliding door, Haruki’s voice called out.

"Kyouko? You done?"

Her voice, soft and melodic, replied from within.

"Nearly. Just come in, darling."

A short pause.

"Ah... the car is waiting."

Kyouko smirked faintly, glancing at her reflection one last time.

"Just come in for a moment~"

"Okay."

The door slid open gently.

Haruki stepped inside.

And then stopped.

There she was.

Kyouko.

Standing in the quiet glow of the room.

Her floral yukata hugged her curves delicately.

Her hair was loosely tied, one strand falling gently beside her cheek.

A single white flower pin nestled against the dark silk of her hair.

She turned slightly toward him.

Hands placed gracefully at the front.

And smiled.

Softly.

Serenely.

"How do I look?"

Haruki didn’t answer immediately.

He couldn’t.

His throat felt dry.

His heart slammed once in his chest.

His eyes took her in.

That calm expression. That breathtaking beauty.

That body he knew so well, now wrapped in something far more dangerous than lingerie.

Elegance.

Innocence.

And unspoken invitation.

He swallowed.

Inside..

He was already burning.

Damn.

He wanted to throw her down.

Right there on the tatami.

Rip open that yukata.

Bury himself inside her until she couldn’t even speak.

His penis ached under the restraint of his sash.

He kept his voice flat. Calm.

Barely.

"Looks good on you," he said, avoiding her eyes.

Then turned toward the door.

"Now let’s go."

Kyouko blinked.

Then smiled again.

"Mm..." she nodded gently, stepping toward him.

Haruki didn’t dare look back.

Because if he did.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop.

Inside Haruki’s mind.

Shit.

His jaw clenched slightly as he stepped ahead, eyes fixed forward.

I really want to fuck her.

Right now.

Pin her down. Tear that yukata open.

Shove my hard big penis deep inside her pussy and make her scream. Moan. Shake.

The image hit him again.

That floral pattern brushing over her soft curves.

Her bare legs peeking beneath the hem.

That soft look she gave him when she said, "How do I look?"

Damn it.

He was already rock hard beneath his own yukata.

The fabric did nothing to hide it.

But no.

Not yet.

Not now.

Not until tonight.

Not until the fireworks.

The moment he’d been planning.

This was the moment.

That Haruki been waiting for so long.

He wouldn’t mess it up by giving in too early.

He needed to hold it in.

Just you wait kyouko.

How dare you seduce me like that.

That smile.

That body.

That gentle elegance that hid everything raw underneath.

He bit the inside of his cheek.

Just you wait.

Tonight... I won’t be gentle.

I’ll go wild. Rough. Uncontrolled.

I’ll show you just how crazy I am for you.

Once inside the rented car, the driver politely greeted them and began the drive.

Haruki and Kyouko sat quietly in the back seat, the cool hum of the air conditioning still slowly building up.

The sunlight poured gently through the side window, golden and soft.

Beside him, Kyouko leaned in slightly.

Her voice was a gentle whisper.

"It’s a little warm in here..."

She adjusted her yukata.

Haruki saw it.

Her slender fingers tugged the fabric down along her collarbone.

Not too obvious.

Not vulgar.

Just enough to reveal the delicate slope and the soft, natural cleavage of her full, firm breasts.

She leaned in gently.

Resting her head on his shoulder.

Her hair brushed his neck.

Her scent—clean, floral, faintly sweet—drifted into his senses.

Haruki’s eyes dropped—

Locked on the smooth line of skin now visible beneath her yukata.

His jaw tensed.

Ugh...

She really wants to break me early.

He smiled.

Calm.

But inside.

I want to bury my face in that soft valley.

Inhale her scent. Lick her skin.

Let my hands cup and squeeze every inch of her breast —until she gasps. Until she begs.

His penis hard twitched under the thin fabric of his yukata.

He shifted slightly.

Beside him, Kyouko remained quiet, resting gently, her expression innocent.

As if she wasn’t doing anything at all.

But she was.

And Haruki knew it.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Her lashes lowered.

Her lips softly curved.

You little devil...

You really want me to lose control before we even get there.

( End Of Chapter )