How could I ever forget this sensation?
How could I forget the way he stretches me—so wide, so deep—until my body can’t take it?
That mix of pain and pleasure... that burning, throbbing fullness...
How can I forget what it feels like when something that big slides into somewhere this tight?
Because it’s not just the feeling I love.
It’s not just the stretch.
Not just the wet sound when he thrusts into me again.
Not just the way my thighs tremble uncontrollably, or the way my back arches before I even know I’m climax.
Everything about him.
His voice when he growls my name behind me.
The way his hands grip my hips like I’m the only woman he’ll ever touch.
The way he looks at me, wild, obsessed—as if I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
I try to glance back, my body bent over, my palms digging into the sheets... and I see his face.
Eyes locked on where we’re joined... cheeks flushed... lips parted.
Crazy about how tight I am.
Or maybe because... he’s just too big?
This lover who ruined me.
Gentle when I need him.
Wicked when I want him.
And cursedly gifted between his legs.
That thought barely settled before I felt it.
I blinked, confused—my walls still pulsing from the stretch, from the weight of him.
That wasn’t his shaft.
I gasped, twisting to look behind me.
Holding my thighs apart.
His face buried in my pussy.
His tongue... licking, stroking, sucking.
Kyouko’s breath hitched, eyes wide in shock.
She had been touched. Taken.
But never... worshipped .
"N-no... H-Haruki, that’s— t-that’s dirty...!"
Her voice trembled, but her body betrayed her again.
Her fingers clutched the sheets.
Her back arched helplessly as that sinful tongue danced over her entrance.
"Aah... aahh~! N-not there... it’s too... it’s too much...!"
But Haruki didn’t stop.
If anything, he groaned lowly like a man starved, and pulled her hips closer.
Kyouko’s eyes widened.
Her body froze—then shuddered violently.
Something tightening inside her... then snapping all at once.
Her thighs clamped around his head before she could stop them.
"A-aah—! Haruki... I’m... I’m...!"
Her climax hit her like nothing before.
Not like when he shoved that thick penis deep inside her.
Not like the stretch, the friction, the pounding she’d come to crave.
She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
Her back arched. Her fingers fisted the sheets. Her pussy pulsed wildly.
It’s... it’s delicious.
Was it because her body had become too sensitive...?
Because she was already so used to Haruki...?
Was it simply because...
He’s... too good at this...?
She bit her lower lip, trying not to cry from the overwhelming pleasure.
That familiar pressure against her entrance.
Her body jolted slightly—still trembling, still pulsing from the climax that just tore through her. But now... now she realized something else.
Not just from that delicious, overwhelming climax on her clit.
No—her pussy was too wet, throbbing from the countless times he made her cum.
From the deep, slow strokes that reached her g-spot again and again.
From the way his wide, thick shape had ruined her for anything else.
And now... he was aiming again.
Positioned right at her opening.
That blunt, heavy tip pressing against her softness. Teasing her. Testing her.
"H-Haruki...?" she whispered, voice faint.
But her hips shifted back—on their own.
Because she knew exactly what was coming.
The slow, thick slide that would make her toes curl and her back arch.
The sensation she’d been waiting for.
The one she couldn’t live without anymore.
Because the moment that thick, wide, heavy penis began to slide in, her whole body reacted.
A soft, breathless moan escaped her lips.
The sound of a woman overwhelmed.
Her eyes fluttered open, lashes trembling as she felt every slow inch push inside.
There was nothing stopping him.
Mm... this is what I love...
The way her walls molded perfectly around him, holding him like no one else could.
This was the sensation she could never forget.
The one that made her body scream and her soul submit.
This... this is why I know.
I can never love another man.
Never again will I return to that hollow, lonely marriage...
Her fingers curled around the sheets. Her lips parted, breath catching.
This man—this gifted, handsome man.
If you think you can take him back after your divorce.
If you think you still have a chance.
You and your disgusting father.
And I’ll protect him.
With everything I have left.
Kyouko slowly stirred.
Still carrying the scent of sweat, skin, and shared breath.
Her body ached... gently.
Her thighs trembled even now, hours after it ended.
Haruki lay beside her, still asleep.
She was hugging him tightly.
Her leg draped over his.
Her cheek against his chest.
Her arm wrapped around his waist, as if trying to keep him from disappearing.
A soft warmth trickled between her thighs—his release, still slowly dripping out of her.
Her pussy clenched lightly, remembering how deep he’d gone.
How full he’d made her.
How many times she’d moaned into the blanket, body shaking.
She leaned up quietly and kissed his cheek.
Haruki stirred a little, eyes still closed.
Then a sleepy smile curved his lips.
And he pulled her close again.
"I love you, Kyouko..."
She pressed her forehead to his shoulder, whispering back.
"I love you too, Haruki."
there were no secrets.
And the soft rhythm of two hearts, finally at peace.