A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 192: Breaking the Chains ( )

Haruki smiled, stepping closer and wrapping his arms gently around her waist from behind. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, his lips soft against her skin.

"Don’t worry too much about it. I can eat it."

"No..." she pouted slightly. "I’ll cook it again. It’s not right. I wanted to make it special for you."

He chuckled, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder.

"No need. I’ll eat it. Burnt or not."

Kyouko turned her head to glance at him, her brow slightly raised.

"Are you sure?"

"Mm. I’ll eat."

Before she could say anything else, Haruki leaned forward and kissed her lips.

And she melted into it—returning the kiss slowly, gently.

When they pulled apart, Kyouko smiled, brushing her fingers across his cheek.

"Thank you~" she whispered.

Haruki rested his forehead lightly against hers.

"As long as you made it... I’ll eat anything."

As she stirred the pot again, Haruki didn’t step away.

Hleaned in—his lips brushing softly against her shoulder.

A kiss.

Then another.

Kyouko giggled, biting her lower lip.

"Haruki! S-stop doing that..."

He kissed her again, near the base of her ear.

Her body reacted instantly.

Her breath caught.

Her hand faltered slightly in its stirring.

That spot. He knew it too well.

"You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you~?" she whispered, half-scolding, half-aroused.

Haruki smirked, his lips hovering close to her skin.

She turned her head slightly, eyes narrowing playfully.

"So you can ravished me again~?"

Her words were light, whispered like a secret only lovers could share.

She smiled, half embarrassed and half thrilled by her own boldness.

Haruki leaned forward, his voice low in her ear.

"Only if the patient is ready for another injection."

Kyouko laughed—soft, full, and warm.

Her heart fluttered.

She gently nudged him back with her elbow.

"Let me feed you first. Then... you can do whatever you want with me."

They sat together at the dining table, the simple warmth of home wrapping gently around them.

Kyouko placed the last dish down, then carefully scooped a steaming portion of rice into Haruki’s bowl—her movements graceful, practiced. The way she served him first, even the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear—it all felt so natural.

"Here. Eat before it gets cold~" she said with a soft smile, sitting down beside him.

Haruki looked at her for a moment.

He was happy. Truly happy.

Watching her smile like this.

Hearing her gentle voice beside him.

Feeling her care in the food she prepared.

This...

This was what he’d been missing.

Not just passion.

Not just touch.

But this quiet peace.

This closeness.

The kind that made him feel wanted.

The kind that made him feel loved.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a bite—and smiled.

Delicious.

Of course it was.

She was beautiful.

Young-looking.

Sexy. Soft. Hot.

But more than that—she could cook like this. She could make a man feel like the center of the world without even trying.

In his heart, one word whispered itself again and again:

Wife.

Haruki looked at her, still smiling beside him, pouring him tea.

I want her.

Not for a night. Not in secret.

I want her to be mine.

Completely.

After dinner, Haruki sat in the living room, his laptop open across his lap as he scrolled through a set of documents and project files. The soft click of the trackpad filled the otherwise quiet space.

Beside him, a fresh cup of coffee sat on the side table—exactly how he liked it.

He didn’t need to ask.

She already knew.

Kyouko’s care had become instinct.

Then came the distant hum of a car engine, followed by the sound of tires rolling across the gravel outside the gate.

Haruki glanced up from his screen.

Kyouko, still barefoot, stood and walked to the door with her phone in hand. With a soft beep, she pressed the gate remote and opened the entrance.

Then, quietly, she returned and sat beside him.

Her shoulder touched his.

She began casually checking her phone—scrolling, reading, watching short clips with small, serene reactions on her face.

Satoshi and Satomi entered the house a moment later, setting down their bags and slipping off their shoes.

Satomi glanced toward the living room.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

There was her husband. On the couch.

And beside him—too close—was her mother.

"Mom?" Satomi called.

"Hmm?" Kyouko replied without looking up.

"You both look... close."

Kyouko turned her head slightly, smiling.

"Hmm? Kinda."

Satomi raised an eyebrow. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Kyouko turned to her, her tone light, calm, even playful.

"Nothing. Didn’t you both ask me to be a bit closer to him?"

Satomi blinked.

"Oh... that’s right."

She forced a laugh. "I guess we did."

There was a pause.

Then Kyouko continued in the same gentle tone.

"Do you both need food? I already cooked. It’s still warm on the table."

Satoshi, already loosening his tie, shook his head.

"No. We already ate outside."

"Mm. Okay." Kyouko smiled, then turned back to her phone.

A moment later, she nudged Haruki’s arm and held up the screen.

"Look at this~" she whispered, showing him a short reel.

"Mom, I’m going upstairs." Satomi said casually, slipping off her heels.

"Mm... okay." Kyouko responded without looking up, her voice gentle.

Satoshi didn’t say a word. He passed through the living room without even glancing at her—just walked straight toward the stairs, loosened tie dragging slightly over his shirt collar.

And then... the house grew quiet again.

Just the sound of Haruki’s laptop fan.

The quiet tap of Kyouko’s finger on her phone.

And the slow rhythm of their breathing.

Still watching the screen in her hand, Kyouko subtly shifted her body. Her arm brushed against Haruki’s. Then she reached over, her fingers sliding beneath his laptop, gently moving it off his lap.

Haruki blinked.

Before he could ask, Kyouko took his right hand... and guided it slowly.

Up the side of her thigh... beneath the hem of her dress.

Her skin was soft. Warm. Her breath was steady.

She didn’t look at him.

She just kept her eyes forward—still pretending to scroll.

And then—she slid his hand higher.

Higher.

Until his palm slipped gently against the soft curve of her breast, hidden beneath the fabric.

No bra.

He glanced at her.

She still didn’t meet his eyes. But the corners of her mouth lifted.

Not a word.

Not a sound.

And none of them upstairs noticed a thing.

From upstairs, Satomi’s voice drifted down.

"Mom, tell Haruki not to stay up too late."

Kyouko didn’t miss a beat.

"Okay, Satomi. He won’t."

She glanced at Haruki beside her, her voice light.

"Besides... he’s a little busy touching me right now~"

A brief silence.

Then Satomi’s voice again, flat and dismissive.

"Don’t joke like that, Mom. Do you think Haruki is the kind of man who’d do something like that?"

From farther down the hall, Satoshi’s voice chimed in—bored and cold.

"Don’t listen to your mother. She’s crazy."

Kyouko didn’t respond.

She just smiled.

Because at that moment—

She had lifted the hem of her dress, baring herself softly to the man beside her.

And Haruki’s mouth was there, lips wrapped gently around one breast, tongue slowly circling her nipple, warm and deliberate.

Kyouko’s fingers threaded softly through his hair, keeping her eyes on the hallway just in case.

But she didn’t feel fear.

Only thrill.

Only joy.

Only him.

She giggled softly.

Her body shifted, subtly urging him to continue as his hand moved slowly beneath her dress, and her breath hitched quietly—a sound so delicate, it barely disturbed the stillness of the room.

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