Kyouko smiled gently, still catching her breath.
It had been so long.
More than a month since she felt him inside her.
And yet.
With just a few movements.
Just a few slow, knowing thrusts…
Haruki made her climax.
So easily.
So perfectly.
As always.
She watched as he slowly walked back to his hospital bed, bare feet silent against the tile.
His steps were still slightly unsteady—but she could see it in the way he moved.
That same quiet strength.
That familiar masculine confidence.
Kyouko gently closed the bathroom door behind her and leaned against it, one hand brushing her lower belly with care.
He held back.
He didn't finish.
He wanted to—
But he stopped.
Because he knew she was carrying his child..
"Haruki?"
"Hmm?"
Kyouko adjusted her dress gently, fixing her hair before reaching for her purse.
"I'll be going out for a while."
Haruki turned his head toward her.
His smile softened.
"Where to?"
She paused at the door.
Looked back at him.
