The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the quiet living room. Kyouko stirred gently beneath the blanket, her body slowly waking before her mind caught up.
As she shifted, a faint ache between her thighs made her flinch slightly. Her cheeks flushed with heat—not from embarrassment, but from the lingering memory of the night before.
Haruki...
Kyouko placed a hand over her lower abdomen, the warmth of haruki seed still inside her. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to calm her racing heart.It wasn't just the physical intimacy—it was the surprise of it all. The sensation, the intensity, the overwhelming release... she never knew a woman could feel that way.
Her husband never gave her that.
