A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 234: Hidden Obsession ( )

Kyouko lay beneath Haruki—held close, locked tight.

His weight over her felt safe... warm.

His hips moved slowly, deeply.

Every stroke sent heat blooming through her.

Inside her mind—

Haruki’s Penis... it’s too big.

She bit her lip, barely keeping her moan in.

Such a waste, Satomi...

You let go of the rarest kind of man... someone you’ll never find again.

All for that disgusting relationship... with your own father.

She exhaled shakily as Haruki’s hips pressed forward again, stretching her in a way she couldn’t resist.

And he’s not just bigger than that old man...

He’s everything more.

Masculine.

Even a little thinner now—still recovering—

But strong.

Handsome.

Her arms tightened around his back as he kissed her neck, moving in slow, firm strokes.

Look at him, Satomi...

The man you abandoned.

The one you ignored.

The one who now—

Ravishes your mother.

Kyouko’s lips parted, breath catching again as another deep thrust made her toes curl.

Mm... I love him.

I love his body...

I love his Size.

The way it fills me. The way it stretches me so much I can’t think straight.

The friction...

The pressure...

It makes my mind go crazy, Satomi.

She clung tighter to Haruki—her breath warm against his ear.

Inside her, the ache built again.

Her body tensed.

Kyouko clung to Haruki tightly—arms wrapped around his back, legs locking around his hips as her body arched once more beneath him.

The climax hit her.

Hard.

Her back lifted from the mattress, a sharp moan breaking free from her lips.

Her body jerked.

Her inner walls clutched down on Haruki’s thick penis, pulsing uncontrollably.

A wave of heat surged through her spine, stealing her breath.

She couldn’t stop trembling.

She couldn’t stop clenching.

Inside her mind.

Look, Satomi...

This is the man you threw away.

Young. Handsome. Strong.

A rare gift.

He’s not just beautiful—he’s filled with stamina... with endurance... with raw desire.

He could easily make any woman climax.

And now?

He’s making your mother—

Climax again.

And again.

She moaned softly into his shoulder, her fingers tightening behind his neck.

You see how I hold him?

You see how he moves inside me like he’s addicted?

He loves my pussy, Satomi.

He craves it.

And unlike you...

I took care of my body.

I stayed beautiful—feminine—graceful.

So this man could enjoy everything.

You didn’t even want him to make you pregnant.

Well, now you don’t have to worry.

You already divorced him.

He’s mine now.

Officially.

Her hips bucked again, breath broken as her climax stretched out longer than she expected.

Ahh... mmm...

So big... so full...

His gifted length is perfect...

Look at us, Satomi.

Look at our connection.

You couldn’t handle him.

But I can.

I love it.

More than you ever knew.

Look at his face...

Haruki’s brows were furrowed—his lips parted, his breath shallow.

He wants to be rough.

Wild.

She could see it in his eyes—the restraint, the hunger just beneath the surface.

Ah... if only I weren’t pregnant with his child...

His child, Satomi.

She moaned softly as her hips shifted again, feeling every inch he did give her—

And imagining the part he was still holding back.

You don’t know, do you?

If he pushed all the way in—fully—his length still has more to give.

More that won’t even fit inside.

I already feel too full... yet he still has more to shove...

Her fingers dug lightly into his back.

Look at him, Satomi...

Look at how hard he’s trying not to lose control.

And don’t worry.

Thank you, actually...

For giving me this chance.

For asking me to care for him, to keep him company.

You never realized, did you? You opened the door. You let him get close.

And when that first night came—

When we crossed the final line—

Regret? What is that?

Shame? For what?

Taboo? He and I aren’t even related.

Without those old titles... we were just two strangers.

Two lonely people who found each other in the silence of that house.

And now?

Now he was free.

He officially divorced.

And me?

I won’t let him go.

Ever.

You want to see a more daring move, Satomi?

Kyouko opened her eyes slowly, her breath still trembling from the last climax.

"Haruki..."

He looked down at her, sweat sliding down his temple, chest rising and falling.

Kyouko smiled—soft, knowing.

Haruki pulled out slowly.

Then—without a word—he shifted lower.

Positioned himself.

Toward her other entrance. Her asshole.

Look, Satomi...

Yes, it hurts.

Yes, there’s discomfort.

But he can shove all the way in here.

And look at his face—

There’s no restraint now.

Only hunger.

Only that deep, intense pleasure in his eyes.

The way he groaned softly.

The way his fingers gripped her hips tighter.

The way his brows twitched with each inch he sank in.

He loves it, Satomi.

The tightness.

The pressure.

The way my body takes him completely.

It’s not hard to make a man like Haruki obsessed with me.

Just cook for him.

Care for him.

Smile—purely.

Chat with him.

Accompany him quietly.

Be there.

But the most important thing?

All holes...

Available.

Anytime he wants.

Kyouko bit her lower lip.

The sensation was strange—deep, foreign, overwhelming.

Her body tensed as he pushed in slowly, carefully.

A sting at first...

But then warmth.

Fullness.

Stretch.

Her eyes fluttered half-shut.

And then—

She heard it.

Haruki’s low groan.

That sound—deep and rough in his throat—sent a shiver down her spine.

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That knowledge made the discomfort worth everything.

She let out a soft gasp and wrapped her legs around his waist—pulling him closer, guiding him deeper.

Inside her mind—

Yes, Haruki...

Shove it in however you want.

Be rough. Lose control. Break me if you have to.

My love...

My body is yours.

Every part of it.

Always.

Kyouko pulled Haruki closer—her arms around his neck, her legs tight around his waist.

Their lips met again.

A deep, passionate kiss.

Their tongues tangled.

Their breath mixed.

And all the while—Haruki began to move.

Harder.

Rougher.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the apartment—quick, wet, raw.

But to Kyouko, it was beautiful.

See, Satomi?

He’s crazy about me.

And you know what?

I don’t think he wants you back.

Her moans spilled between their kisses as Haruki pounded deeper into her, his groans growing rougher with each thrust.

Because I understand something simple, Satomi...

If a man is satisfied—completely—he won’t stray.

That’s how men are.

They need...

Respect.

A woman who supports them.

Who cares for them.

Who loves them—and only them.

Kyouko’s eyes fluttered half-open, meeting Haruki’s desperate gaze as he drove into her again.

Well... your father was different, Satomi.

Weird. Cold. Disgusting.

Even though I was loyal to him... even though I gave him twenty years... he never wanted me.

But Haruki...?

She shivered as he groaned—deep and raw against her neck.

She could feel it.

The sharp heat.

The pulsing thickness.

The way he buried himself as far as he could.

And released everything.

Look, Satomi...

Your ex-husband...

Truly happy. Truly satisfied.

Because of your beautiful mother.

Me.

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