A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 244: Love in the Small Moments ( )

Kyouko could feel it.

Again...

Another climax was building inside her.

Her body, already weak from the relentless waves before, trembled beneath Haruki’s weight.

Her thighs shook.

Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths.

Her pussy was pulsing—hot, swollen, aching for release.

I can’t... I can’t hold it...

Her mind was gone.

No more thoughts.

No more control.

Only need.

And then.

It hit her.

The wave came crashing down.

Her body spasmed.

Her breath hitched.

Her mouth opened in a silent moan.

And at that exact moment.

Haruki groaned.

Low. Deep. Raw.

His arms tightened around her waist as his hips pressed in hard.

She felt it.

The warm rush inside her.

Haruki’s release shot deep into her.

And her inner walls reacted instantly.

Her pussy clutched around his penis.

The pulsing from her climax and the surging release inside her collided.

Pressing into his shaft from all sides.

Kyouko let out a cry.

Breathless and broken, her body arching into him as her climax reached its peak.

Her hands trembled against his back.

Her thighs locked around his hips.

And Haruki.

He buried his face into her neck.

Breathing hard.

Still twitching inside her from how tight she was.

And Kyouko could only tremble.

Eyes half-closed.

Lips parted.

Core still pulsing, still savoring every throb, every drop, every lingering twitch of his shaft inside her.

The next morning.

Soft light filtered through the curtains, brushing gently against the sheets.

Haruki stirred.

His eyes slowly opened...

And the first thing he saw.

Was her.

Kyouko.

Already dressed in a soft home dress, hair tied loosely in a ponytail, her face glowing with that natural, graceful beauty only she had.

She leaned in.

Smiling sweetly.

"Good morning, darling~"

Her voice was light, spoiled in tone, like a young girl teasing her boyfriend.

Before he could even answer, she kissed his cheek.

Then his lips.

Again.

And again.

Haruki chuckled, still groggy.

But his heart fluttered.

"Morning, honey~"

Kyouko giggled, clearly in a good mood.

"Darling~ come on, wake up! Breakfast is ready~"

"Mmm... okay..."

She handed him a fresh towel.

Then gently pulled his hand.

Pouting playfully as she tried to pull him from the bed, like a shy teenager trying to get her boyfriend up.

"Wake up, wake up~"

Haruki sat up slowly, still smiling.

There it was again.

That side of her.

This wasn’t the composed, serene woman the world saw.

Not the mature woman who carried grace in every step.

No...

This was his Kyouko.

Soft.

Sweet.

Slightly spoiled.

Lovingly clingy.

Beautiful.

But today.

She was more than that.

She was cute.

And it wasn’t forced.

It wasn’t an act.

It was natural.

A rare side of her.

One she never showed anyone.

I’m the only one who gets to see her like this.

He stood up and pulled her close, towel in one hand, lips brushing her forehead.

"I love you, Kyouko..."

She smiled up at him, radiant.

"I know. Now go shower~ before your eggs get cold~"

He laughed.

"Yes, ma’am~"

After shower.

Haruki stepped out of the bathroom.

Hair still damp, shirt half-buttoned, adjusting his collar as he moved toward the mirror.

Kyouko turned from the kitchen space.

Her eyes fell on him as he slipped into his blazer.

She blinked.

"You’re wearing your office outfit..."

Haruki looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.

"Yeah. I need to stop by the office."

He finished adjusting his sleeves and turned to her.

"After I got the phone yesterday, the company patched me through to my boss. He asked if I could come in today to collect the replacement laptop. Said there are a few project files they need me to review."

Kyouko walked over to him.

Still in her apron, holding a cloth in one hand.

"Mm... okay... but," she said softly, looking up at him, "you eat breakfast first, okay?"

Haruki smiled.

Leaned down.

Pressed a warm kiss to her lips.

"I will."

She smiled in return, then reached up and adjusted his collar—fingertips gentle, smoothing his shirt where it had wrinkled slightly.

Haruki watched her the whole time.

The way her lashes lowered.

The way she bit her lower lip just slightly while focusing.

The way her soft breath tickled his chin as she leaned in close.

When she finished, she looked up again.

He cupped her cheek and smiled.

"Don’t worry. I won’t be late."

He leaned his forehead to hers.

"If anything happens, I’ll call. We already have each other now, right?"

Kyouko smiled—gently, lovingly.

"Yes, yes... I know..."

Then she nudged his side with her elbow playfully.

"Now come, Let’s eat before the breakfast goes cold~"

Haruki chuckled and followed her to the table.

As she served him a warm plate, he looked at her again.

His beautiful kyouko.

Serving him like a proper wife.

The one who smile.

Cook, care and love him.

Once Haruki finished eating, he placed his chopsticks down neatly and stood, brushing his blazer and checking his watch.

As he walked toward the door to gather his things, he noticed something.

Kyouko was in front of the mirror by the entryway.

Pulling a light shawl over her shoulders, slipping her feet into soft flats.

"Kyouko?"

"Hmm?" she glanced over her shoulder, smiling.

"Where are you going?"

She adjusted her hair one last time before turning to face him.

"Hmm? Following you down to the lobby," she said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Haruki blinked. "You’re sure?"

"Why not?" she smiled, graceful and calm. "It’s not like I’m walking far, we’ll use the lift anyway."

He tilted his head, amused.

"But..."

She stepped over to him and gently fixed the lapel of his blazer.

"I just want to see you off," she said softly, looking up at him. "Just for today~"

There was something so sweet, so sincere in her tone.

No drama, no neediness—just affection, quiet and warm.

Haruki’s lips curved into a gentle smile.

"...Okay."

Kyouko returned the smile.

They both stepped out the door together, and she gently locked it behind them.

Without a word, she slipped her hand around Haruki’s arm, resting her cheek lightly on his shoulder as they walked down the quiet corridor of the upscale apartment floor.

The polished hallway lights reflected softly off the marble tiles beneath their feet.

Everything about the moment felt peaceful.

Normal.

Right.

When they reached the elevator, the doors opened with a quiet chime.

They stepped inside.

Haruki leaned against the side rail casually, but Kyouko stayed close, her arm still looped through his.

"Haruki?"

He looked down at her.

"Yeah?"

"You’re not annoyed... or embarrassed?" she asked quietly. "With me being like this?"

He frowned—surprised.

"Like what?"

Kyouko gave a small smile.

"Clingy. Touchy. Following you like this."

She looked up at him.

"...I’ve never done this before. Not with anyone."

Haruki’s expression softened.

He reached up and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Then leaned closer, kissed her forehead, and whispered:

"Kyouko..."

Haruki smiled...

That quiet, boyish smile only she ever got to see.

"I would never feel that way," he said gently.

"I don’t mind it at all... in fact, I love it."

Kyouko blinked slowly, her dark blue eyes searching his face.

"Really?" she asked softly.

He nodded without hesitation.

"Yeah... because..."

He looked right into her eyes.

Steady. Sincere.

"I already fell hard for you."

Kyouko’s breath caught.

Her lips parted... then curved into a soft, glowing smile.

"Mm..."

She leaned up on her toes, her voice a whisper near his lips.

"Me too, Haruki."

( End Of Chapter )

Foll𝑜w current novels on fre(e)w𝒆bnovel