Haruki watched her—silently, completely moved.
This is what I wanted.
Not just the pleasure.
Not just the secret nights.
But this.
A day where she could walk beside him.
Where she laughed without fear.
Where she leaned on his shoulder without guilt.
In his heart, he already knew:
He hadn’t just fallen in love with her.
He had found the best partner he could ever ask for.
Not just soone beautiful.
Kyouko looked younger than Satomi.
More radiant.
Her skin glowed, smooth like silk, no signs of age.
Her figure—curved in all the right ways, graceful, elegant.
Her breasts full and firm beneath her blouse.
Her smile soft.
Her presence feminine in the truest, most delicate way.
And when they made love...
She was everything.
Tight.
Warm.
Responsive.
She climaxed so easily with him, yet never acted shaless.
Never begged. Never looked cheap.
She was his dream woman.
The kind every man quietly wanted but rarely found.
And beyond her body—there was loyalty.
Gentle, quiet loyalty.
She belonged to him now.
Not Satoshi.
Not as a wife on paper.
But as a woman in truth.
As they walked through one of the quieter side streets of Tokyo, lined with small parks and shops, Kyouko felt Haruki slow beside her.
She followed his gaze instinctively.
A young couple was sitting nearby on a bench—arms around each other, smiling gently as their little daughter climbed onto her father’s lap, giggling as he tickled her.
The mother leaned in, whispering sothing with a warm smile, brushing the child’s hair aside.
It was an ordinary mont.
But Haruki didn’t look away right away.
And Kyouko saw it.
That look in his eyes.
A quiet, aching kind of longing.
She had seen that expression before.
Kyouko’s heart softened.
She didn’t say anything.
She just kept walking with him, her hand tightening slightly around his.
Fingers interlaced, holding on.
She knew what that look ant.
And though he hadn’t spoken a word...
She already understood.
They kept walking, hand in hand, weaving through the afternoon crowds like any other couple out on a quiet date.
Kyouko smiled softly beside him.
But inside...
Her thoughts stirred.
How...?
How could she ever give him what he truly wanted?
She had seen it clearly in his eyes—more than once now.
That quiet, hidden wish he never spoke out loud.
The way he looked at parents with their children...
The way he held her sotis, longer than he needed to, like he was imagining sothing more.
She knew.
Haruki wanted a child.
His own child.
And Satomi—
Satomi didn’t want that.
Not now. Maybe not ever.
But Haruki did.
And Kyouko...
She wanted to give it to him.
So part of her longed to carry his child too.
But...
The risk.
She was still married.
Still carried the Harusawa na.
Still slept under the sa roof with the man who hadn’t touched her in years.
If she were to beco pregnant—truly, visibly pregnant—Satoshi would know imdiately the child wasn’t his.
There was no way to hide it.
No way to lie, not for long.
Kyouko’s fingers tightened gently around Haruki’s hand.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
He was calm, walking beside her quietly, unaware of the storm she held behind her smile.
She wanted to give him everything.
But how?
"Kyouko?" Haruki glanced at her as they walked, his voice gentle.
"Hmm?" she turned toward him with a soft smile.
"What’s with the silence?"
Kyouko looked forward again, her fingers still wrapped around his.
"Nothing... I just feel happy," she said quietly. "We really did feel like a real couple today."
Haruki smiled.
Then he leaned in, voice brushing her ear in a quiet whisper.
"When we get ho..."
A pause.
"I want to eat you~"
Kyouko turned her head slightly, eyes eting his. Her smile deepened.
"Then I’ll serve the main dish," she said softly.
Haruki’s eyes darkened, his smile turning into sothing deeper.
And Kyouko—graceful, glowing in the soft light of the afternoon—kept walking beside him.
Still holding his hand.
anwhile, at Harusawa Corporation.
Inside the spacious executive office, Satoshi sat behind his polished desk, phone pressed to his ear, his expression unreadable.
Satomi sat beside him on the long leather couch, legs crossed, phone in hand but not looking at it. She watched her father quietly as he spoke.
"Yes, Mister Fujiwara," Satoshi said smoothly. "She will attend the event."
A pause.
"Yes. I’ve already prepared everything."
He leaned back slightly in his chair, eyes narrowing just a bit.
"Don’t worry, Mister Fujiwara. She’ll be there."
Satomi glanced up briefly, then turned her eyes back down—silent, but listening to every word.
"Yes... yes, of course," Satoshi continued. "As long as the contract is finalized."
His voice remained polite.
Controlled.
But underneath... the real deal was being made.
"So, Papa~" Satomi said, her voice light, almost playful.
Satoshi glanced toward her. "Yes, darling?"
Satomi smiled faintly. "We’ll get the contract, right?"
He nodded once. Calm. Certain. "Yes. We will. Once Mister Fujiwara gets what he wants."
Satomi leaned in slightly from her seat on the couch, lowering her voice just a touch.
"Don’t worry, Papa," she said, reaching into her handbag. "I’ll help."
She pulled sothing out—a small, discreet capsule container—and placed it delicately in her palm.
Satoshi’s eyes flicked to it.
She showed it to him without a word.
His lips curled into a small, approving smile.
"Good girl," he murmured.
Satomi slipped it back into her bag, as if it were nothing at all.
And just like that, the office fell quiet again.
Polished. Professional. Cold.
Behind that silence, their plan moved forward—one step closer.
"All we need is a little distraction," Satomi said softly, brushing a nonexistent speck of dust from her skirt.
She looked up at her father, eyes gleaming.
"I’ll give it to Mom. Just make sure Mister Fujiwara is talking to her."
"I will," Satoshi replied, his voice low but firm. "He’ll be kept close."
They exchanged a look.
A quiet pause passed between them.
Then—both smiled.
Sly.
Controlled.
Satisfied.
Their plan was simple.
And soon, it would be complete.
With that woman as the key...
Harusawa Corporation would rise.
( End Of Chapter )
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