A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 46: Silent Surrender ( )

Meanwhile, as he walked a few steps behind his mother, Hiroshi's mind wasn't on the street. It was still on her.

Kyouko...

That body... that skin... those curves hiding under that soft green dress... Damn.

He clicked his tongue softly, his eyes unfocused, already picturing things he shouldn't.

She's gotta be one of those lonely housewives. Quiet. Gentle. That type always folds the fastest once you press the right buttons. Probably hasn't had a real man touch her in years.

His smirk deepened.

I'll swing by tomorrow. Maybe drop a little charm, talk smooth. Make her laugh, let her feel seen. The moment she looks at me like I'm different—bam.

He chuckled to himself under his breath.

I'll have her wet before she even realizes it.

Once I get her alone... all it takes is one whisper, a light touch. Then it's over. She'll melt. They always do.

And when she begs for more... ohh, I'll show her what it means to really scream.

His eyes narrowed, gleaming with predatory confidence.

Can't wait to hear her moan my name. I'll make her forget her own husband exists.

For Hiroshi, seducing lonely women like Kyouko wasn't just easy—it was routine.

He could spot the signs from a mile away. The soft voice. The absent husband. The tired smile that masked emotional hunger. Too easy.

Just as he lit a cigarette outside, a familiar voice called out from behind.

"Hiroshi~"

He turned lazily, already smirking.

"Ah... Akane."

She walked up with that familiar sway in her hips, arms crossed, clearly annoyed.

"You didn't call me after that night."

Hiroshi shrugged, shameless. "Aw, come on... you know I've been busy. Work and all."

Akane scowled, but he just chuckled.

"Besides..." he leaned in closer, his voice dropping conspiratorially, "we didn't want your husband finding out, right?"

Her expression wavered for a second, lips parting as if she wanted to argue. Then she looked away.

"Still... you could've at least said something."

Hiroshi grinned, pulling out his phone and tapping the screen lazily. "I'll text you next time. Promise."

But his mind was already drifting back to Kyouko.

She'll be more fun anyway. That sweet, untouched type always tries to resist at first...

That's what makes it even better when they break.

That night.

Haruki sat on the couch, one arm resting over the back, his other hand lazily scrolling through his phone. The house was quiet now, no gossiping guests, no awkward tension. Just the calm hum of late-night peace.

Of course, he wanted to do more with Kyouko.

But forcing anything... wasn't his way.

She meant more to him than just touch.

"Haruki?"

He looked up.

"Yes, Kyouko?"

She stood in the hallway, dressed in a soft, light pajama , her hair loosely tied back. Her voice was low and casual... but her eyes held something warmer.

"No more 'san'?" she asked teasingly.

"Err..." Haruki smiled sheepishly.

She smirked. "Well, doesn't matter."

She walked toward him, her steps light.

"Can't scoot a bit?"

Haruki smiled and shifted to the side, extending one arm out. His other hand still holding his smartphone, inviting her into his space.

But Kyouko shook her head, grinning slightly.

"No~ no~... if we do that, what if we fall asleep?" she said playfully, lowering herself to the floor beside the couch. Close enough for his hand to rest on her shoulder or gently run through her hair.

"What if Satomi or my husband comes home?"

Haruki said nothing. Just smiled as his fingers brushed against her shoulder, soft and affectionate.

Kyouko leaned back against the side of the couch and let out a soft sigh. Her body relaxed. Her heart felt quietly full.

"Kyouko?"

"Hmm?"

Haruki's voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

"Do you... regret everything?"

She glanced up at him, her expression unreadable.

"You mean... us? Having sex before?"

"...Yes."

A quiet pause filled the room.

Kyouko looked down at her hands resting in her lap. "I... don't know."

The silence between them grew.

Haruki slowly leaned down and placed a gentle kiss against the curve of her neck. His lips lingered just a moment, as if hoping to erase some of the doubt she might be holding.

"I'm sorry... if you feel that way."

Kyouko shook her head lightly.

"No, no~" she said softly, almost with a smile. "I don't think it's something we can just... undo."

She looked ahead, her voice gentle. "And besides... I surrendered that time too."

Haruki looked at her. Calm, quiet, listening.

"And even if I wanted to take it back..." she continued, "...I don't think I'd be able to."

Her cheeks colored slightly.

She didn't look at him, but her hand reached up and lightly touched his arm.

"Anyway... naughty boy~" Kyouko murmured, her tone light but teasing.

Haruki leaned in and kissed her cheek, a soft press of lips that made her close her eyes for a second.

She didn't move. Just sat there with the smallest smile, enjoying it more than she would ever admit out loud.

"Don't go for sex all the time with me, okay?" she said, half-serious, half-laughing.

"Why?" Haruki asked innocently, his lips grazing down to her neck, placing another kiss there, slow and tender.

Kyouko let out a quiet breath, her body lightly tensing under the sensation. She leaned her head away slightly and gave him a sideways look.

"What do you think would happen," she whispered, "if you keep going all out with me... and then Satomi suddenly asks for sex with you?"

Haruki blinked, a little caught off guard.

"You won't have any stamina left," Kyouko added with a smirk, "...because of me."

Haruki chuckled softly. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."

Kyouko raised a brow. "Oh~? Confident, aren't you?"

He kissed her collarbone. "I'd rather burn everything I have... on you."

Kyouko bit her lip to suppress a smile, unable to hide her delight.

"...Smooth talker."

"So, Kyouko..." Haruki whispered near her ear, his voice low and teasing.

"Hmm?" she replied, eyes still half-closed, leaning lightly against the couch.

"Let's have sex."

Kyouko turned her head slightly, giving him a pointed look. Half amused, half exasperated. "Naughty boy~" she whispered back. "We already did that in the morning. So no~"

But Haruki didn't stop. He only smiled.

"You sure?" he murmured as he leaned in again, kissing her neck slowly and deliberately. Right at the spot he already knew made her breath hitch.

Kyouko gasped softly, her hand tightening on her lap.

"Haruki..." she warned, her voice faint.

But his lips kept moving. Trailing along her skin, his warm breath sending tiny shivers down her spine. One of his hands slid gently along her side, fingertips barely grazing through the fabric of her shirt.

Her body betrayed her before her words could resist again.

Kyouko's eyes fluttered, her chest rising and falling with slow, shallow breaths as she tilted her head slightly, unconsciously giving him more.

She sighed. Long, soft, and helpless.

( End Of Chapter )