Kyouko smirked.
A quiet, knowing smirk.
Why would I ever go back to you, Satoshi?
You weren’t good in bed.
You never were.
No endurance.
No rhythm.
No desire to please—
only to finish.
Haruki?
He could go rough.
He could go slow.
He could move his hips for nearly an hour without breaking.
Relentless.
Yet always gentle when I needed.
Always in tune with my body.
Not just that...
His size.
Wide.
Big.
The kind that stretches deliciously.
The kind that makes my breath catch and my thighs tremble.
And he’s romantic.
Not just in life—
but even in bed.
Kissing ... holding ...
Whispering things no man ever said to .
I don’t know what Satomi saw in you, Satoshi.
How strange she must be.
Choosing you over soone like Haruki.
Not just old...
But small.
So small, it doesn’t even compare.
Haruki’s easily three tis larger.
Kyouko shook her head slowly, letting out a soft sigh.
Go ahead and dream, Satoshi.
But I won’t be back.
Kyouko leaned against the counter, eyes soft, voice only a whisper inside her thoughts.
You know, Satoshi?
You really want to know what I think...
when I’m alone like this, waiting?
I think about him.
Haruki.
How he’ll walk through that door...
And whether he’ll be gentle—
pull into his arms, kiss slowly, whisper he missed ...
Or whether he’ll lose control—
push to the wall, press his body against mine,
ravish like he always does when he can’t hold back.
I wonder—
will he bend over?
Will he lift up and claim like last night?
You know, Satoshi?
The mont and Haruki crossed that line...
The night he claid —
that first night...
when his thick, wide length touched my entrance.
My untouched, tight pussy.
The sa pussy you ignored for over twenty years.
The sa body you left in silence.
And when he finally pushed inside .
I felt alive.
For the first ti in decades...
I felt wanted.
Desired.
Loved.
The way he moved...
The way he looked at .
Like I was the only woman in the world.
And when the climax hit ...
It wasn’t just pleasure.
It was release.
It was freedom.
That mont?
It erased everything.
Every dry night.
Every ti you turned away.
Every ti you made feel invisible.
All the mories we had—
the love I once held for you—
Gone.
At the ti he pushed inside —
That first, slow thrust of his wide, thick penis...
I was shocked.
It hurt.
Of course it did.
You had abandoned for so long, Satoshi.
Left untouched, unwanted...
A body you never truly held.
And then—
he ca into my life.
With that unimaginable size.
With that warmth... that hunger...
The stretch—
it felt like I was being split open.
Torn.
Reshaped.
But I didn’t cry.
I didn’t stop him.
Because I needed it.
Because it was the first ti I felt a man truly claim .
And the surprise?
It didn’t even take ten full strokes.
And I climaxed.
So suddenly, so violently.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t breathe.
My whole body trembled under him.
Everything inside tightened, clutched around him—
as if my body itself didn’t want to let go.
It was overwhelming.
Exquisite.
Real.
And in that mont, I knew.
Everything I thought I loved with you, Satoshi.
Everything I believed marriage should be.
Was a lie.
Because only then...
when he was inside ,
when I reached my first true climax.
I realized what it ant to be truly wanted.
So...
I don’t think I can go back to you, Satoshi.
Not anymore.
Not when this body,
This heart.
This pussy...
Only wants Haruki.
Only responds to him.
Only aches to feel his size—
his shape—
the way he stretches , fills , ruins sweetly...
Yes.
I’ll admit it.
I’ve broken.
Broken for Haruki.
And I don’t think...
No—
I know I couldn’t go on without him now.
Not after what we’ve shared.
Not after how he makes feel.
Not after how he looks at like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen—
even when I’m a ss beneath him.
Even when I’m trembling, breathless, undone.
Kyouko smiled softly.
A small, private smile.
Warm.
Peaceful.
Certain.
He is my everything now.
And nothing in this world—
not even regret—
could ever bring back to you.
And you know what, Satoshi?
This old phone of mine?
The one that once held pictures of us—
Our wedding day.
Our dates.
Our smiles.
Our supposed love...
It’s all gone.
Every photo.
Every mory.
I deleted them all.
The very night Haruki first claid .
The mont he made climax.
Made feel sothing I’d never known was missing
That was the mont I let go.
All those years, I kept our photo as my phone wallpaper.
Telling myself...
"Maybe today, things will change."
"Maybe I can still hold on."
So I endured.
I endured the loneliness.
I endured the silence.
I endured the ache inside that never had a na.
Even during monts when I was too aroused,
Too desperate for touch.
I didn’t even know what masturbation was.
I’d never even tried.
I just washed myself in cold water.
Tried to calm it down.
Tried to erase the sha I shouldn’t have carried.
But then.
Haruki ca.
Moved in with us.
I still rember that day.
It was awkward.
Why wouldn’t it be?
A tall, charming, handso young man suddenly sharing our ho.
Because Satomi wanted it.
And I?
I had no say.
Just like always.
You made the decision.
She supported it.
I was just... there.
The obedient wife.
The silent mother.
The invisible woman.
But now?
Thank you.
Truly, thank you.
That was the best decision you and Satomi ever made.
Because now?
I’m waiting for him.
Here...
In this apartnt he bought in secret.
The one he prepared without telling anyone.
The one no one else knows about.
The very sa apartnt where, during the Fujiwara dinner event—
when Satomi put sothing in my drink.
He ravished .
All night.
Held .
Took care of .
Loved .
Not just with his body.
But with everything he had.
And now?
We’re both free.
Divorced.
Unbound.
And the best part?
You and Satomi still have no idea.
No idea what really happened.
No idea what’s happening now.
No idea that your ex-wife—
Is living with your ex-son-in-law.
Carrying his child.
And sleeping in his arms every night.
Don’t worry, Satoshi.
I can’t wait to see both of your faces—
When the truth finally cos out.
The intercom buzzed softly through the apartnt.
Kyouko blinked—
pulled from her thoughts in an instant.
"Coming~" she called, already moving toward the panel.
She pressed the button and looked at the screen.
There he was.
Haruki.
Smiling up at the cara, a little tired, but radiant in that quiet, gentle way of his.
Kyouko smiled—her whole face lighting up.
She pressed the unlock button.
A soft click echoed from the front door.
As she rushed to it, the door opened—
and there he stood.
"Welco back, darling~"
( End Of Chapter )
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