A sudden ring broke the rhythm.
Kyouko didn't move.
The phone buzzed softly on the side table.
She turned her head just slightly… eyes catching the screen.
Satomi.
She didn't reach for it.
She only watched.
Inside her mind—sharp and quiet—a thought flickered.
Satomi…
Your mother is being fucked hard by your husband right now.
Your handsome husband. The one you pushed away. The one you never touched unless you wanted something.
You starved him, Satomi.
And now he's devouring me.
Another deep thrust made Kyouko's breath hitch—her back arching, body jolting.
She bit her lip again, moaning into the sheets.
He doesn't just satisfy me...
He's crazy about me.
The way he grabs me, moans my name, clings to me like he'll lose himself if I let go...
She turned her gaze toward Haruki's face—hovering above her, damp hair clinging to his temples, mouth parted in a low groan, eyes wild with pleasure.
Just look at his face, Satomi...
