A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 258: A Promise and a Passion ( 258 )

Chapter 258: A Promise and a Passion ( 258 )

Kyouko stood gently, brushing off her yukata and stepping toward the edge.

The breeze lifted a few strands of her hair as she gazed at the water’s slow ripple, waiting with the same quiet stillness as the sky above.

She could feel it.

The firework moment was near.

Haruki stepped up behind her, close.

And without a word, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

Kyouko smiled.

Softly.

She reached up, taking Haruki’s hand, guiding it slowly across her chest.

All around them, excitement began to rise.

Children’s voices.

Laughter.

The distant hum of music.

And then.

The first firework burst into the sky.

A streak of gold trailing up, then exploding into a bloom of light.

A dazzling flower of red and white against the night sky.

Kyouko’s eyes widened softly, her lips parting.

More followed.

Each one lighting her delicate face.

Green.

Blue.

Silver trails raining down like stars.

He just watched her eyes, how they lit up, how they sparkled beneath the burst of lights.

Slowly, carefully.

His hand slipped into the pocket of his yukata.

He made sure she didn’t notice.

His fingers closed around the small velvet box.

He drew it out in silence.

No rush.

He held it in his hand, keeping it hidden behind her back as he continued holding her close.

Still hugging her from behind.

Still listening to the fireworks.

Still breathing in the scent of her hair.

Waiting.

Waiting for just the right moment.

The sky burst open with gold and silver.

A massive chrysanthemum firework bloomed across the heavens, reflecting in the river below like stars falling into water.

The crowd around them gasped, clapped, cheered.

But Haruki saw none of it.

Because in front of him, wrapped in his arms, was everything.

Her.

Kyouko.

He leaned down, lips brushing softly against her cheek.

His voice quiet, meant only for her, even amidst the noise and celebration.

"Kyouko?"

She turned her head slightly, still watching the sky.

"Hmm?"

He tightened his arms around her waist, holding her gently yet firmly.

With one hand, he reached around.

Held out the open box beside her chest.

A single, delicate ring inside.

Catching the firework’s light.

"Will you marry me?"

Kyouko froze.

For a moment, time stopped.

The firework above them faded, only the echo remained.

Her eyes slowly lowered, catching the glint of the ring.

And her breath caught.

She turned her head, finally facing him just enough to see the look in his eyes.

Her lips trembled.

Tears welled softly.

Her fingers brushed the velvet box, lightly trembling.

"...Yes."

Kyouko’s breath hitched as she looked down.

At her hand.

At the delicate velvet box Haruki held open beside her chest.

A single diamond ring.

Simple. Elegant.

Just like her.

The next firework exploded in a bloom of soft lavender overhead, casting a faint glow over her skin.

Haruki slowly reached in.

His fingers were steady, despite the way his heart raced.

He took the ring.

Then gently lifted her left hand from where it rested at her chest.

Kyouko didn’t move.

She couldn’t.

Tears blurred her vision.

Her lips trembled.

Not from fear.

Not from surprise.

But from the sheer, overwhelming emotion rising from her chest.

She watched silently as Haruki slid the ring onto her finger.

Carefully.

Lovingly.

It fit perfectly.

Kyouko’s chest rose, her breath uneven.

She blinked.

And the tears fell, soft and quiet.

Trailing down her cheeks.

Her free hand rose to wipe them, but Haruki leaned down and kissed them away before she could.

"Kyouko..." he whispered.

His voice low, tender.

So full of love it made her heart ache.

"I love you."

She turned in his arms.

Faced him.

Looked up into those eyes.

Eyes that always gazed at her like she was the only woman in the world.

She smiled through the tears.

"Mm... Haruki...I love you too."

Her voice soft. Shaky.

But real.

Full of everything she could not put into words.

Their foreheads touched.

And above them.

One final firework burst into the sky.

A slow bloom of gold and white, lingering long enough for them to kiss beneath it.

That night.

Inside the quiet ryokan room, the soft sound of water from the private open-air bath still lingered outside.

But inside.

The room was filled with something else.

Hard, rhythmic slaps of skin.

Wet, slick sounds.

The low, rough sound of Haruki’s breath.

And Kyouko’s voice.

"Haruki—! S-slow down! Slow down!"

Her voice cracked, delicate and high, caught between gasping moans and soft, trembling pleas.

But Haruki didn’t stop.

His voice growled against her ear, arms locked around her waist as he thrust from behind.

"No way."

"You’re mine now. Officially."

His grip tightened, his shaft sliding so deep into her soaked core it made her body jolt with each movement.

"You wore that yukata..."

"Looked at me with those eyes..."

"Smiled like that—"

His hips slammed forward again.

"How dare you seduce me with this beautiful... delicious... body!"

Kyouko’s body trembled under him.

Her legs already weak.

Her back arched, hands clutching the futon beneath her, face pressed against the blanket to muffle the helpless cries escaping her lips.

Her mind blurred.

It was too much.

Too full.

Too good.

And her pussy.

Soaked.

"Haruki... don’t—don’t leave a mark on my neck... aahn~"

Her soft moan broke mid-sentence, trembling.

But Haruki didn’t answer.

His mouth remained against the curve of her shoulder, lips grazing her sensitive skin, his breath hot and uneven.

Inside Kyouko’s mind.

He was wild tonight.

Completely different.

After the proposal... after she said yes... something in him broke free.

She could feel it.

His hunger.

His possessiveness.

His need to claim her over and over again.

Her fingers trembled against the futon, gripping the sheets.

Her body bent low, hips high, helpless beneath the rhythm of his relentless thrusts.

The ring on her finger gleamed faintly under the dim paper lantern light.

A symbol of what just happened.

A symbol of her surrender.

And yet.

Each time he shoved himself deep into her,

She felt it.

"Uhh~ H-Haruki... nn..."

Her moans grew softer, broken by the sound of her body meeting his again and again.

Her hair spilled forward, damp with sweat.

Her cheeks flushed.

Her body trembling.

Ah... this is perfect.

The moment he pushed in again, slowly grinding his hips.

Haruki let out a low, guttural breath through clenched teeth.

Her walls squeezed him.

Still tight. Still wet. Still incredible.

Even after everything.

Even after countless nights buried inside her,

Even after he came home to her body every night like a starving man.

Kyouko was still too tight.

Too hot.

Too soft.

Her smooth skin slid against his hips as he moved.

The soft bounce of her ass meeting his thighs.

The feel of her flushed back under his hands, warm and slightly damp.

The sound of her breath hitching every time he bottomed out.

It was all too much.

The moment her skin touched mine...

I lost it.

That curve of her waist.

That arch in her back.

That little whimper when I thrust just right.

It was heaven.

And that tight, soaked pussy.

Wrapped around him like it was made for him.

Not just tight.

But pulsing.

Gripping.

Like her body didn’t want to let him go.

( End Of Chapter )