The sky outside was already dipping into soft amber.
The gentle quiet of early evening settled over the room like a warm blanket.
Kyouko's eyes fluttered open slowly.
She was wrapped in warmth.
Haruki's warmth.
He lay beside her, one arm draped around her waist, their legs tangled, his bare chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of sleep.
They were still holding each other.
Skin to skin.
So close.
She could feel the soft weight of him against her… and the faint, unmistakable warmth between her thighs.
Haruki's release had already begun to leak from her pussy.
She couldn't believe it.
They had made love not once—but twice.
In just a few hours.
And both times…
She had lost count of how many times her body had climaxed.
Her thighs still ached.
Her hips were sore.
Her pussy felt… tender. Sore.
And yet, when she looked at his sleeping face.
Peaceful. Handsome.
She knew.
The moment he woke up…
He wouldn't stop.
He'd devour her again.
Like a man possessed.
