Wrong Script, Right Love Chapter 179: CEO Takes the Day Off

[Kurosawa Mansion—Continuation—Renji’s POV]

"Ahhh... ahhh... ha... ahhh..."

I lay draped over Hayato’s chest, slick with sweat and our sperm, every nerve still alive, every inch of screaming from the relentless pounding of his impossibly large cock. My back pressed into the mattress, hips trembling uncontrollably as he continued to thrust, each movent a perfect, cruel rhythm of pleasure.

I’d lost count—how many tis had he gone in and out? How many tis did he put on a new condom? All I knew was the wet heat inside , mingled with the slick outside, the scent of him heavy in the room, and the way my body had completely betrayed .

Then—THRUST!

"Aghhhh...!!"

I cried, legs quivering as another wave of bliss ripped through . He moaned low, deep, and possessive, and I felt him shudder inside , wetting again from inside.

When it was finally over, he pulled into his arms, holding close, chest pressing warmly against mine. His hands stroked my hair and rubbed my back soothingly, grounding as I tried to catch my ragged breath.

"Are you tired, my love?" His voice was low, roughened with desire but gentle, almost tender.

I slumped against him, heat and exhaustion lting together. "Y...yes... I’m tired."

He chuckled softly, a deep, satisfied sound that made my stomach twist. Carefully, he guided to lie across his lap properly, his hands lingering possessively on my hips and buttocks.

"Alright... We can stop here for today," he murmured, thumb brushing over the reddened skin of my ass. "Though... look at you... Your poor round squishy butt has beco too red. Let’s wash you up properly, hm?"

I nodded, eyelids heavy, surrendering completely to the warmth of his care. "...Thank you...I have no energy to wash myself."

Hayato’s fingers traced gentle, soothing circles along my reddened flesh, his touch soft but deliberate, his heat pressing close as he leaned down, lips grazing my temple.

"Good, rest in my arms. I’ll take care of you."

I blinked and tried to form a reply, but my body and mind were too exhausted, too overwheld. Just like that, I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his chest and the steady beat of his heart lull .

Within monts, I drifted into sleep, utterly spent, utterly his.

***

[Bathroom—Continuation—Hayato’s POV]

I stroked his hair gently, watching his chest rise and fall in soft, uneven breaths. He lay in my arms like a child, utterly vulnerable, completely... mine.

"So cute..." I mumbled.

I pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, muttering against them and controlled, "...Control Hayato... You cannot kiss a sleeping person...he’s too worn out."

His warmth seeped into , making my chest tighten in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I never knew loving him could feel like this—intoxicating, maddening... breathtaking. It feels like...whatever I fought for...maybe I don’t recall...is finally worth it.

Then my gaze softened, lingering on him—Renji, sleeping peacefully, cheeks flushed, chest still trembling from the intensity of our night.

My heart thudded in a strange mix of possession, awe, and sothing I refused to na out loud.

I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and held him tighter against my chest. Every inch of ached to protect him, to claim him, to never let him go.

With a quiet, controlled sigh, I rose, still cradling him. His warmth against was addictive, grounding, and impossible to leave behind. I stepped down from the bed, careful not to disturb his sleep, and made my way toward the bathtub.

***

[Hayato’s Bedroom—Aftermath—The Next Day—Morning—Renji’s POV]

"...mmmm..."

My eyes fluttered open... and imdiately—I regretted everything.

AAGHHHHHH—PAIN. PAIN EVERYWHERE. My poor, poor ass... my back... my thighs... my dignity... Aghhh...my back. RIP...to my back.

I groaned, curling slightly, trying to rember why, exactly, I had thought last night was a good idea. But of course, Hayato. That monstrous, impossible, beautiful man... Aka...my boss. And his...big equipnt.

I opened one eye slowly. Mistake number one. My vision registered... the aftermath. My body was literally in panic. Sheets sticky, rumpled, soaked... well...and ssed up.

"Ohhh... it hurts... it hurts... damn it," I whimpered, tiny, pitiful noises that would have earned the best employee of the year for serving a CEO.

I tried to sit up. Big mistake. Every nerve in my body scread in protest.

"AHHH—GODDAMN IT! WHAT DID I DO TO MYSELF?" I flopped back onto the mattress, letting out a groan so theatrical it could have broken the sound barrier.

Then I looked around. "Where is Hayato?"

. . .

. . .

"Oh... My love, you woke up?"

My head snapped to the source. My body wanted to move, but... of course... no single muscle was cooperating. I was stuck like a flopping fish.

And there he was.

Standing in front of like so goddamn divine blessing I had prayed for—and sohow deserved more. Perfectly dressed, suit immaculate, a cup of coffee in his hand... glowing. Absolutely glowing, like the morning itself had decided to orbit him.

I stared before my brain caught up.

"Are you... going to the office?" I asked.

He smiled and walked closer, unhurried, confident.

"Of course, my love," he said gently. "I’m a CEO. Responsibilities don’t disappear just because the night was... morable."

Heat crept up my neck.

"Give five minutes," I said quickly. "I’ll be ready too—"

He pushed back onto the mattress before I could finish, carefully and controlled, the bed dipping beneath .

"No," he said softly. "Not today."

I blinked up at him.

"You’re not in any condition to handle an assistant’s workload today," he added, eyes dark with amusent. "And...after yesterday...I don’t think I can get less horny seeing you now."

My face burned.

He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to my forehead, lingering there just a second longer than necessary.

"You look beautiful like this," he murmured. "Do you know that?"

I frowned, confused. "Huh? What do you—"

His gaze drifted downward, unashad, lingering on my skin where the sheets barely covered . I followed his eyes and froze.

Red marks. Everywhere. I looked back at him, mortified—and then stopped.

He looked... proud.

"Why are you smiling like that?" I asked, incredulous. "What are you so proud of?"

His smirk deepened. One hand slid beneath the blanket, warm and familiar, circling around my swollen nipples, just enough to make my breath catch—not demanding, just claiming.

"Because," he said quietly, "I marked what’s mine." His thumb brushed lightly, possessively. "And yes... I’m very proud."

I stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

He straightened and handed the coffee. "Here. I made this for you. It’ll help you relax."

I reached for the mug—but he pulled it back gently.

"No, my love," he said, voice dropping. "Not like that."

"Huh?"

He took a slow sip instead, eyes never leaving mine. Then he leaned down, close enough that I could sll the coffee and feel the warmth of his breath.

"Open," he whispered.

Before I could protest, his lips brushed mine—soft at first, teasing—sharing the warmth, the bitterness, and the intimacy of it. The kiss deepened just enough to make my heart stumble, slow and hungry, as if he had nowhere else to be.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine.

"Romantic Morning Coffee," he murmured. "CEO style."

I couldn’t tell if my heart was racing from the coffee... or from him. A single drop escaped my lips as he finally pulled away, sliding slowly down my throat.

His eyes followed it.

Dark. Focused.

Hungry.

Before I could react, he leaned in and—LICK—licked it away.

My breath shattered.

I gripped the sheets instinctively, fingers curling into the fabric as heat rushed through , sharp and sudden. When he looked back up, his expression had shifted—amused, pleased, utterly dangerous.

"God," he murmured. "You’re really good at seducing."

"What?" I protested weakly. "When did I—?"

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he straightened, shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping his pants with maddening calm, eyes never leaving mine.

"You don’t even try," he said quietly. "That’s the problem." A slow smile curved his lips. "You drive insane just by existing."

My heart hamred.

"H-Hayato—wait," I said, panic mixing with want. "You have to leave for the office—"

"I’m taking the day off."

I stared. "But..."

"I’m a CEO," he added smoothly. "I decide when I work."

Before I could argue, he caught my wrist and gently—but decisively—pulled back onto the mattress. The bed dipped beneath us, familiar and dangerous all over again.

He hovered above , eyes warm with intent. His big, large hands reached towards my dick, rubbing gently.

"One round," he said lightly. "I will not go more than that."

I didn’t believe him for a second. That smile—slow, knowing—said everything.

This wasn’t going to be quick. This wasn’t going to be gentle.

And he definitely wasn’t leaving alone today.

He spread my legs, saying, "It’ll slide in," and....

THRUST!!!!!

"Aghhhh...hah...Hayato..."

And just like that...the day started with another thrust...of his monstrous dick inside . But...I didn’t mind.

I wrapped my arms around myself, saying, "Go...harder...harder..."

"As my love says," he whispered in my ear, andI suppose I’ll have no choice but to take a one-week leave.