A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 95: Hold Me Close ( )

The sky outside was already dipping into soft amber.

The gentle quiet of early evening settled over the room like a warm blanket.

Kyouko’s eyes fluttered open slowly.

She was wrapped in warmth.

Haruki’s warmth.

He lay beside her, one arm draped around her waist, their legs tangled, his bare chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of sleep.

They were still holding each other.

Skin to skin.

So close.

She could feel the soft weight of him against her... and the faint, unmistakable warmth between her thighs.

Haruki’s release had already begun to leak from her pussy.

She couldn’t believe it.

They had made love not once—but twice.

In just a few hours.

And both times...

She had lost count of how many times her body had climaxed.

Her thighs still ached.

Her hips were sore.

Her pussy felt... tender. Sore.

And yet, when she looked at his sleeping face.

Peaceful. Handsome.

She knew.

The moment he woke up...

He wouldn’t stop.

He’d devour her again.

Like a man possessed.

And I...

She bit her lip gently, closing her eyes for a moment.

I don’t know if my body can take more...

But the quiet truth hummed deep inside her—

I want it.

I want more of him.

Even if her body was weak.

Even if she could barely move.

Because every touch...

Every time...

Was real.

Kyouko shifted slightly, trying to slide out from beneath the heavy warmth of his arm.

But the moment she moved—

Haruki’s grip tightened around her waist.

"Haruki..." she whispered softly.

"Mm...?" he mumbled against her shoulder, still half-asleep, his voice low and husky.

"Let me go..."

"No," he murmured, pulling her even closer.

Kyouko let out a quiet sigh, lips curling into a gentle smile.

"I’m not going anywhere... I just need to go to the toilet."

Haruki buried his face against her neck, arms refusing to release her.

"Just a moment."

"No."

She wriggled slightly.

"Haruki... I’m going to pee~"

He groaned softly, finally loosening his hold—reluctantly.

"Fine... but come back right after."

"I will," Kyouko whispered with a giggle, brushing his hair back before slipping out.

Kyouko stepped softly through the hallway, still completely bare, the warm air brushing her skin.

Hmm... where’s the toilet...?

She checked door to door—until finally, she found it.

Ah... there it is.

Simple, clean, and well-kept.

She sat, relieved herself quietly, and once done.

She cleaned herself thoroughly.

Everywhere.

Especially there.

Because to her, staying clean was part of being who she was.

Proper. Gentle. Feminine.

Once finished, she peeked through the hallway—thankfully, most of the windows were shut.

She walked back to the living room with her usual grace, her long hair falling down her bare back.

Her clothes, bra, and panties still lay scattered on the floor where they had fallen earlier.

She picked them up quietly, one by one.

She began to dress again.

Haruki, still lying bare on the futon, propped himself up on one elbow, watching her.

His gaze traced every movement.

From the curve of her back as she hooked her bra...

To the slow slide of her panties up those long, smooth legs...

To the way her breasts settled gently into the fabric before she pulled her dress over them.

He couldn’t look away.

"What’s with the rush?" he asked, his voice still heavy from sleep and desire.

Kyouko glanced back at him over her shoulder.

"Hmm? I’m not rushing."

She smoothed her dress gently.

"I was thinking of cooking."

Then she turned, smiling softly.

"And I’m not going to cook naked."

Haruki blinked once, then grinned.

"Oh..."

Kyouko tilted her head.

"Now... wear your pants, big boy~"

Kyouko walked softly into the kitchen, her dress swaying with each step.

She opened the refrigerator.

Then stared.

...

Silence.

Nothing.

Just a half bottle of water, a packet of soy sauce, and some leftover takeout container that had clearly seen better days.

Her brow twitched.

"Haruki!!!!"

A muffled voice replied from the living room, half-asleep.

"Wha!? What?"

She turned toward him, hands on her hips.

"You’re not eating properly!?"

Haruki peeked around the corner, rubbing the back of his head.

"Err... I usually just grab something outside... or order takeout..."

"Haruki!!!"

He flinched a little. "What? I’m busy!"

Kyouko let out a sigh, shaking her head.

"Now wake up!"

"Hey~ don’t be that rough," he said, smiling. "Someone... help me... this fierce woman is attacking me..."

Kyouko narrowed her eyes.

"Haruki! Wake up!"

He laughed, still not moving.

"Wear your pants!" she said firmly.

"Eh? What for?" he mumbled.

"We’re going out!"

Haruki blinked, sitting up slowly.

"...Where?"

Kyouko folded her arms.

"To buy food, you reckless man!"

Haruki let out a sheepish grin.

"...So bossy~"

Kyouko turned on her heel, heading back toward the door.

"And don’t make me wait," she said over her shoulder

Haruki smiled.

She’s perfect.

Even when scolding him.

Especially when scolding him.

Kyouko picked up her purse from the floor, adjusting the strap on her shoulder.

As she did, something small fell out.

Haruki’s eyes followed the sound.

His scooter key.

He blinked.

"My~ naughty girl..." he said, picking it up. "So that’s why I couldn’t find my key."

He turned toward her with a grin. "You were that desperate to keep me home, huh?"

Kyouko just smiled, unfazed.

"Who’s to blame?" she replied, arching an elegant brow.

Haruki smirked. "Yourself?"

She looked at him over her shoulder.

"My~ I’m sure you can handle your needs even without me around... right~?"

He paused.

"...Ah..."

She turned away, still smiling.

And then—

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms gently around her waist from behind.

His chin rested near her shoulder, his voice lower now.

"Can you find a way..." he whispered, "to stay with me? Until this outstation ends?"

Kyouko didn’t reply immediately.

Her fingers gently touched his.

Her smile softened.

"I... don’t know, Haruki..." Kyouko said softly, her voice almost a whisper.

He didn’t loosen his arms.

"Please?" he murmured, his lips brushing her shoulder.

She exhaled slowly, her fingers gently resting on his hand.

"What do you think my parents would say," she asked, "if I told them I’m going to live with you here?"

Haruki rested his forehead lightly against the side of her head.

"I know..." he said quietly. "It’s not simple."

Kyouko nodded slowly, eyes still forward.

"But I want to be with you," he continued. "Even if it’s just for a little while."

She smiled, bittersweet.

"...You’re bad, Haruki."

"Why?"

"Because you make me want to say yes."

( End Of Chapter )