Two months had passed since that night I cried in Reina's arms.
Everything had changed.
We weren't hiding anymore.
Yuzuru and Nao were officially together — holding hands in public, posting soft couple photos on social media, Yuzuru even picking her up from work with flowers like some romance-drama prince. Nao looked lighter than air. She smiled more, laughed louder, and every time she came home wearing his hoodie she'd give me that gentle, knowing look and say, "I'm happy, Haruto. Are you?"
I was.
Because I had Reina.
We started dating openly too.
No more sneaking around. No more "I just came to talk." The first time I took her on a real date — dinner at a quiet Italian place by the river — she wore a deep red dress that hugged every curve and made her look like sin wrapped in silk. Halfway through the meal she reached across the table, took my hand, and whispered, "I've waited my whole life to feel like this again."
I told her I loved her that night.
Not during sex. Not in the heat of the moment.
Afterward, when we were tangled in her sheets, sweaty and breathing hard, I looked into her eyes and said it.
"I love you, Reina. Not because of Yuzuru. Not because of revenge. Because you make the loneliness shut up. Because you make me want to be better. Because you feel like home."
She cried. Happy tears. Then she kissed me so softly it broke something open inside my chest.
And the sex… god, the sex had changed too.
It wasn't just angry fucking anymore. It was deep. Possessive. Worshipful.
Like tonight.
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We were in her bedroom again, moonlight spilling across the bed. Reina was on top, riding me slow and deep, her heavy tits bouncing softly with every roll of her hips. My hands gripped her waist, guiding her, thumbs stroking the soft stretch marks I'd come to love.
"Haruto…" she moaned, head falling back, long chestnut hair cascading down her back. "You feel so good inside me… so full… I love you… I love you so much…"
I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, burying my face between her breasts as she kept grinding on my cock. Her pussy was hot and slick, clenching around me like she never wanted to let go. Every slow circle of her hips dragged my tip against that perfect spot inside her.
"I love you too," I groaned against her skin. "Fuck, Reina… you're everything. My everything."
She pushed me back down and started riding harder, faster, ass slapping against my thighs. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room — her soaked pussy swallowing my cock over and over, her tits bouncing wildly. I reached up and pinched both nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
"Cum for me, baby," I growled. "Cum on your boyfriend's cock. Let me feel you."
She shattered with a broken cry, walls pulsing and gushing around me. Her whole body shook as she kept riding through it, milking me, begging, "Inside me—please—fill me—breed your girlfriend—"
I flipped us suddenly, pinning her beneath me, and thrust deep one last time. I came so hard my vision blurred — thick, hot ropes flooding her pussy until it overflowed and leaked down her ass. I stayed inside her, grinding slow, kissing her through the aftershocks.
When we finally stilled, she cupped my face with both hands and looked at me with those warm hazel eyes.
"You're not scared anymore, are you?" she whispered.
I shook my head, throat tight. "No. Not of being alone. Because I have you."
And then it hit me — the big realization I'd been circling for weeks.
My feelings for Nao… they had never been real love.
They had been fear wearing her face.
I had loved the idea of her — the safety, the constant presence, the person who had never left me. But I had never wanted her to grow. Never wanted her to be happy with someone else. Never wanted her to shine the way she did with Yuzuru.
With Reina, I wanted all of it.
I wanted her to have bad days and good days. I wanted to watch her laugh with her friends. I wanted to build a future where she didn't have to carry me anymore — because I could finally stand on my own.
"I think…" I whispered against her lips, "I was never in love with Nao. I was just terrified of losing the last piece of family I had left. But this… this with you… this is real."
Reina smiled, soft and proud and full of love. "I know, baby. I've known for a while."
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A few days later I came home early and found Nao getting ready to go out.
She was wearing a new dress — soft blue, the kind that made her look like spring. She smiled when she saw me.
"Reina and I are having coffee," she said casually, touching up her lipstick. "Girl talk. She's really sweet, you know. I'm glad you two are together."
I froze for half a second.
Nao and Reina… meeting for coffee?
Something about the way she said it felt too easy. Too practiced.
But then she hugged me — quick, warm, sisterly — and whispered, "I'm proud of you, Haruto. You look happy. Really happy."
She left humming.
I stood there in the empty apartment, heart beating strangely.
Reina was becoming my emotional anchor.
Nao was glowing because of Yuzuru.
Both of us — Yuzuru and me — had fallen for the women we were never supposed to love.
And somehow… it felt like everything was exactly where it was meant to be.
But deep down, a tiny voice in the back of my head whispered:
This is all too perfect.
What if there's something we're missing?
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