A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 263: Raging Passions ( 263 )

Chapter 263: Raging Passions ( 263 )

She’d turned on the loudspeaker.

And the sounds blasted clearly.

Wet. Violent. Shameless.

A deep masculine grunt echoed,raw, hungry.

"Ah~ Darling... don’t mind this old shitty man calling," Kyouko said mockingly, her voice now laced with breathless joy. "Just keep shoving it hard—ahn~!"

Satoshi froze.

His hand trembled.

"Kyouko..."

Her next words were like knives.

Icy. Merciless.

"Oh, Satoshi... my new partner?

He’s so good at sex, it’s ridiculous.

He knows how to touch me... how to use me.

Something you never did."

Kyouko didn’t even try to hide her voice.

"Ahh~ mm... you know... my new partner..."

She moaned again, clearly overwhelmed, but pushed through her breathless words.

"So much bigger than you ever were... ngh~"

Satoshi’s eyes widened.

"Every time he’s inside me... I feel full. Stretched. The way a woman should be."

Her breath hitched, then another loud gasp, sharper, needier.

"And the way he kisses..." she whispered, just before a loud, slick kiss sounded across the line, wet, deep, drawn out.

She was being taken. Loved. Possessed.

And letting the man who abandoned her hear every second of it.

Satoshi stood frozen. The phone to his ear.

And all he could hear.

Were her soft, shameless moans.

The body he once ignored...

Now adored by someone else.

Each sound, each thrust, each breath she let out was no longer his.

And never would be again.

"And don’t ever call me again unless it’s your funeral... or Satomi’s."

She panted. Gasped.

Then the line went dead.

Satoshi’s phone slipped from his fingers.

It hit the polished floor with a dull thud.

He didn’t even flinch.

He just sat there.

On the office sofa.

Frozen.

Staring at nothing.

The voice in his ear still echoed.

Kyouko’s voice.

His wife... no, his ex-wife.

Moaning.

Breathless.

Calling someone "darling" in that trembling voice.

That same voice that used to whisper to him at night.

That used to cry softly into his chest during storms.

That once called his name when she came.

And now...

Now she was screaming for someone else.

Another man was inside her.

Slapping against her body.

Filling her. Stretching her.

And she loved it.

She didn’t even try to hide it.

She put him on speaker.

Let him hear it.

Let him hear how she now belonged to someone else.

Satoshi clenched his fists.

A sharp tremor crawled up his spine.

She said wedding.

She’s getting married.

No hesitation. No opening.

No chance for him to crawl back.

No hope left.

And worse...

She said he was bigger.

Not just better.

Bigger.

His Kyouko..

The one who used to shiver beneath him, whispering she loved him—

Now shattered under another man.

A man with a stronger body.

A deeper thrust.

A thicker shaft.

And she moaned for it.

She gasped for it.

She was loving it in a way he’d never heard before.

Never once had she made that sound with him.

Not even on their wedding night.

And that truth crushed him.

Because he knew

Back then, he thought she was satisfied.

But now?

Now he knew better.

That voice on the phone?

That was a woman who was finally fulfilled.

Finally claimed.

And it wasn’t by him.

It never would be again.

Satoshi gritted his teeth.

His pride shattered.

His manhood humiliated.

His heart hollowed.

And worst of all.

The image of Kyouko, pinned under another man, eyes rolled back, moaning as she came again and again.

Would never leave his mind.

Ever.

In Haruki apartment.

Their bodies tangled under the soft wash of yellow light.

"Haruki~! We should stop at one round... ahn... tomorrow..."

Kyouko tried to speak clearly through her moans. "We... we have to wake up early..."

But Haruki didn’t slow down.

If anything, he became rougher. Hungrier.

His grip on her waist tightened.

His thrusts deeper.

More deliberate.

Kyouko could feel it.

Something had shifted in him.

It wasn’t just lust.

It was something darker. Deeper.

Possessive.

He hadn’t said a word about the phone call—but she knew.

She saw it in his eyes when he pinned her down.

Felt it in the way he held her.

He wasn’t simply making love anymore.

He was reclaiming her.

Devouring her.

Kyouko gasped, legs trembling from the relentless rhythm.

Yet she smiled.

Softly.

Faintly.

Her fingers brushed over his back, pulling him closer, as her heart whispered.

Don’t worry, Haruki.

That man... that old ghost from my past...

He’s nothing now. Just ash in the wind.

You’re the only one who matters.

Even as her muscles burned and her pussy throbbed from exhaustion, she welcomed it.

The heat. The pressure. The overwhelming waves.

Because this was his way of showing it.

His jealousy.

His obsession.

His love.

And Kyouko loved every moment of it.

How could she ever go back?

How could she even think of leaving.

When her entire body, her very soul, now belonged to this man?

Her Haruki.

The one who made her feel alive.

Made her feel wanted.

Beautiful.

Her body tensed.

Trembled.

That unbearable heat swelled again inside her.

It was too much.

Too deep.

Too good.

"Ah—Haruki...!"

Her voice cracked in a trembling gasp.

And then..it hit.

Kyouko’s whole body convulsed, thighs locking around him as her climax crashed violently through her like a wave.

But even in the flood of pleasure, her arms moved instinctively.

She reached up, her trembling fingers finding his face.

And pulled him down.

Their lips met.

Desperate.

Passionate.

Her kiss was wet, shaky...hungry.

A moan escaped into his mouth as her body spasmed beneath him, completely overcome by the intensity.

Inside her mind, her thoughts whispered with clarity only a climax could bring.

This is why I surrendered to you.

This is what made me fall so deep I can’t crawl back out.

Your shaft... it’s too perfect. The way it fills me... stretches me...

My body can’t resist it.

I try...I try to hold it back... to endure it longer...

But it just comes.

Hard. Fierce. Without warning.

Without mercy.

Like it’s meant for me.

Her toes curled.

Her fingernails dug softly into his shoulder blades.

You broke me, Haruki.

And now I never want to be whole again.

Kyouko’s body was trembling.

She couldn’t even count how many times she had climaxed.

She had lost track...maybe the third... or fifth?

Her thighs were trembling violently.

Her back arched in exhaustion.

Her hands were gripping the sheets, no longer kissing, no longer calling out—only gasping, whimpering softly as her breath caught with every thrust.

Her whole core throbbed, slick, soaked, far too sensitive.

And yet.

Haruki still didn’t stop.

Still moving inside her.

Still thick. Still wide.

Still deep.

He’s still going...?

Her head spun.

And yet, somewhere inside her... she wanted it.

This is just... the first round?

She could feel his pace.

Still steady. Still firm.

Her fingers curled into the pillow.

Eyes dazed, flushed with sweat and pink blush.

Inside her mind.

My body... it can’t keep up... and yet... I want more.

Even if it breaks me.

Haruki leaned down and kissed her temple.

Then whispered against her skin.

"Don’t faint yet... I haven’t even truly started."

( End Of Chapter )