"Haruki~"
Kyouko whispered his name softly, her voice trembling with warmth as she looked up at him.
Her cheeks were still flushed, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with the afterglow of everything they just shared.
Haruki leaned down without a word and kissed her—
Deeply.
Lovingly.
Possessively.
Their lips moved together like instinct.
Their bodies still locked.
When they parted, she smiled gently, brushing her fingers along his cheek.
"You… love it?"
Her voice was barely audible, shy and sweet.
"Yes… I love it, Kyouko."
Her smile softened even more, her arms wrapping gently around his back.
"Mm… I'm glad."
"I'm able to satisfy you…"
Haruki kissed her again.
Longer this time.
The next morning.
Kyouko stirred softly.
Her body ached—completely spent.
Last night…
Haruki hadn't stopped.
The moment he got hard again, he devoured her.
Ravished her completely—again and again.
He used both of her holes, without waiting.
Without mercy.
As if he had been starving.
