Haruki didn’t need more than a second.
The moment Kyouko disappeared inside, he was up—grinning like a man possessed.
He chased her into the house, steps light, heart pounding, heat still humming from their kisses outside.
Right by the front window.
Just beside the door.
She was standing there, stretching again—intentionally bent over slightly, her hands resting on the windowsill as if casually checking the street outside.
She didn’t look back.
But her hips shifted—slowly, deliberately.
Then, with one fluid motion, she slid her pants down, just enough to reveal everything to him.
"Still want just the tip~?" she whispered, her voice teasing and calm.
Haruki moved behind her, hands already reaching for her waist.
But just before he could touch her—
She spoke again, tone suddenly serious beneath the play.
"Don’t go wild, Haruki. We’re near the front. I can see the gate from here. If they come home—"
"I’ll stop. Promise."
"Promise isn’t enough. You better listen if I say stop."
She smiled to herself, still watching the road carefully through the window—while Haruki slid behind her, heart racing, heat rising again...
And the door stayed locked.
"Don’t come inside me, okay?"
Kyouko said quietly, her eyes still watching the road through the window.
Haruki froze for a second—half in disbelief, half beyond reason, turned on.
His voice dropped as he leaned in closer.
"Didn’t you say you didn’t want to have sex again today?"
Kyouko glanced back over her shoulder, her expression a mix of mock annoyance and quiet craving.
"You’d attack me in the shower anyway."
She shifted her hips slightly, invitingly.
"So it’s better to let you have it here—"
Her tone was soft, steady.
"That way, we can stop the moment their car pulls into the gate."
Haruki’s pulse pounded.
This wasn’t just permission.
A line between danger and desire.
And she was letting him cross it.
"You’re too good to me."
He whispered against her neck, already lining himself up behind her.
"Just... don’t forget our deal."
She reminded him again, her voice low but firm.
"I know. I’ll pull out."
He kissed her shoulder.
And with the window beside them, the road in view, and the thrill of being caught just a gate away
"Slowly—slowly... Haruki!!"
Kyouko gasped, eyes wide, as Haruki suddenly pushed his penis deep inside her in one rough, desperate thrust.
"Nnggh—Haruki!!" she whispered harshly, voice shaking.
Her hands braced on the window frame, her body jolted forward slightly.
"I said slowly..." her voice barely a breath, filled with both shock and a hidden tremble of pleasure.
Haruki leaned in close, his breath warm on her ear, but he didn’t pull back.
She tried to gather herself, whispering through clenched teeth—
"No... no—don’t remove my clothes!"
Her hips twitched as she tried to keep her balance.
"If we strip, we won’t have enough time to put them back on."
Haruki’s hands tightened on her hips, his pace held for a second—
But his need was obvious.
"A-ah... Haruki... nghh..."
Even through the tight fabric of her exercise outfit, he could feel her heat.
The friction. The tightness. The delicious pull of her pussy, still clinging to him even in this half-dressed state.
Kyouko squeezed her eyes shut.
She was trying to stay calm.
Trying to stay composed.
But her body was already betraying her.
She tried to stay quiet.
But as Haruki pushed his penis inside her—deep, slow, intense—the pressure built too quickly.
Her hands clenched on the window frame.
"Mmm... ha... ha... H-Haruki...!!"
Her voice broke in a whisper, caught between warning and surrender.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
And then—her body gave in.
A warm rush pulsed through her, starting low and rising in waves.
Her inner walls clenched around him again, spasming in slow, desperate waves.
She couldn’t cry out.
But her moan still slipped from her lips—soft, broken, breathless.
She bit down on her lower lip to silence herself.
Her body leaned heavier into the windowsill, her forehead resting against the cool glass as she whispered again, voice trembling—
And even without words, he knew.
She was climaxing again.
Without warning, Haruki lifted her up, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist—still inside her, still pulsing with heat.
Kyouko gasped in a low voice, arms instinctively looping around his shoulders.
"What if they come back and we didn’t notice!?"
Her eyes darted toward the front window, then the door.
"Hmm?" Haruki leaned in, breath warm against her cheek.
"But the remote’s right there on the table... and the button’s just on the wall."
His voice was calm—teasing, but with that low seriousness that only came out when he was completely focused on her.
"Naughty boy..." Kyouko whispered, her breath shaky as she clenched around his dick.
"Do you like it?" he murmured against her neck, his tone heavy, slow.
Kyouko didn’t answer.
She just nodded, her lips parted, eyes glazed with pleasure and nerves.
Haruki turned, still holding her, and slowly lowered her onto the living room couch.
Then—he gently guided her forward, making her bend over the cushions.
Kyouko’s hands gripped the fabric, her hair falling like a curtain as her hips arched slightly back into him.
He slid back inside her pussy—slow, thick, deep.
Her soft, quiet gasp told him everything.
Kyouko’s voice was soft, trembling.
Her hands clutched the couch cushions, her body already straining to stay steady.
"If you... hear a car... sound..."
Her breath caught again as he moved inside her—slow and steady.
"Ah... pull out—fast... okay?"
But before Haruki could answer—
Her breath shattered into a soft cry.
And she climaxed—again.
Her voice remained quiet, her effort to hold back evident. But her body said everything.
Pussy clenched around his dick—tight, pulsing, wet.
Her knees pressed into the cushions as her body shook.
Haruki held still for a moment—just feeling her.
Feeling the way she wrapped around him, how she responded only to him.
How just a few slow thrusts could break her again.
Shy. Elegant. Beautiful.
And now—completely undone.
He leaned forward, kissing her shoulder, whispering against her skin.
"I love this side of you."
And inside, he was already addicted.