Chapter 202 - 201 : Some Warmth

Chapter 202: Chapter 201 : Some Warmth

Haruto’s cock was still buried deep inside Aira’s dripping pussy when the phone vibrated again.

He didn’t even look at it.

Instead, he reached out with his free hand, grabbed the phone, and turned the screen completely off. The message, the photo of Hina’s spread-open cunt — all gone in an instant. He dropped the phone back onto the bed beside them.

Aira was still lost in the afterglow, her arms locked tightly around his back, her face buried in his neck, her heavy squished softly against his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist like she never wanted to let go.

Haruto grabbed both of Aira’s hips with both strong hands.

He broke the hug.

He leaned down and kissed her lips — slow, deep, and possessive. His tongue pushed past her lips and claimed her mouth while his cock stayed buried to the hilt inside her. Aira moaned into his kiss, her body arching beneath him, her walls fluttering and squeezing around him like she never wanted him to pull out.

When the kiss broke, Haruto’s hips began to move again — slow, deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak loudly. His cock was still rock-hard inside her, the lube and her juices making every slide slick and filthy.

Then Aira whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with pleasure:

"Move... let me move now..."

Haruto nodded.

She slowly began to lift her hips.

First an inch. Then two. Then five. The thick head of his cock dragged along her swollen inner walls, coating itself in her hot, sticky arousal.Every slow drag made her moan louder.

The moment her ass lifted completely off him, his cock slipped free with a loud, wet, obscene pop.

Thick, white, creamy cum immediately poured out of her gaping pussy in heavy, slow drops. The fluid was hot, sticky, and overflowing — running in long, heavy streams down her ass, soaking the white sheets beneath her, and pooling heavily on the bed. The creamy white load looked obscene, creating a beautiful mess.

Aira’s pussy was left gaping and leaking, her inner walls visibly trembling as the last drops of Haruto’s cum slipped out.

She collapsed beside him, her body heavy and satisfied, her chest heaving.

Aira reached down between her own legs with two fingers. She scooped up a thick glob of Haruto’s cum that was still leaking from her pussy, brought it to her mouth, and slowly licked it off her fingers with a soft, satisfied moan.

"Mmm... delicious, Haruto..." she whispered, her eyes half-lidded as she tasted his load again.

Haruto lay beside her, his cock now soft and glistening with a mix of Aira’s juices and his own cum, his heavy balls still full and throbbing. He watched her with dark, hungry eyes as she kept licking the last traces of his load from her fingers, completely unaware that the photo of Hina’s dripping pussy was still burning in his mind from the message he had just turned off.

The phone lay on the bed beside them, dark and silent.

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The bedroom was still warm and sticky from the intense fucking.

Haruto lay in the middle of the wide bed, his naked body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Aira was curled against his right side, her heavy breasts pressed softly against his chest, her leg draped over his thigh. Yor lay on his left, her long black hair spilled across his arm, her heavy thigh resting against his belly. Both girls’ pussies were still leaking the last traces of his cum onto the white sheets beneath them.

Haruto’s phone lay on the bed beside him, screen completely off, the message from Hina and her photo buried in his subconscious.

After a long, peaceful silence, Haruto finally spoke.

"It’s time for dinner. Let’s go prepare something together."

Aira and Yor nodded without hesitation. They all rose naked from the bed, their bodies still marked by the afternoon’s pleasure — Yor’s pussy slightly swollen and leaking, Aira’s thighs shiny with his cum, Haruto’s cock soft but already starting to harden again at the sight of them.

They moved to the kitchen together, completely naked, the evening light painting their bare skin in soft gold. Aira and Yor cooked while Haruto watched, his cock slowly thickening at the intimate domesticity of it. They prepared simple grilled fish, miso soup, and fresh vegetables, laughing and teasing each other as they moved around the kitchen. Yor’s heavy breasts swayed as she stirred the pot. Aira’s ass jiggled as she chopped vegetables. Haruto’s cock swayed heavily between his legs as he stood naked in the middle of the warm room, completely comfortable being naked around them.

They ate together at the low table in the living room. The meal was warm and intimate — fingers feeding each other bites of fish, laughter echoing softly. No one covered themselves. They ate completely naked, the gentle evening breeze drifting in through the open windows and cooling their sweat-slick skin.

After dinner, Aira and Haruto sat at the low table with books and notebooks for their exam preparation. Yor curled up on the tatami with her tablet, drawing delicate illustrations of foxes in a magical forest. The balcony door was left wide open. A gentle evening breeze drifted in, cool and refreshing, lifting the hair on their arms and making the leaves outside rustle softly. Haruto’s cock stayed half-hard under the table, occasionally brushing Aira’s thigh. Yor occasionally glanced up from her tablet, smiling softly at them.

The time passed slowly and peacefully. The house felt safe. Warm. Real.

Hours later, the sky outside turned deep blue. The stars were bright and clear. The cicadas had grown quieter.

Aira stood up first.

"It’s late... let’s go to sleep."

They closed all the doors and windows with soft clicks. The house grew dark and quiet, lit only by the faint moonlight coming through the curtains. They walked together to Aira’s large bedroom.

Haruto lay down in the middle of the wide bed. Yor curled up on his left, her head on his chest, her heavy thigh draped over his belly. Aira lay on his right, her leg hooked over his left thigh, her hand resting on his waist.

Haruto’s arm wrapped around both of them. Yor’s breast pressed against his side, her nipple softly rubbing against his ribs. Aira’s soft breast squished against his arm, her hard nipple pressing into his skin. Their legs tangled together — Yor’s thick thigh resting directly on his belly, Aira’s leg draped over his hip.

The position was incredibly intimate.

Haruto felt their warm, soft bodies pressed against him from both sides, their breathing slow and deep, their breasts and thighs touching his bare skin in the most natural, peaceful way. It felt magical — safe, loved, and completely right.

Aira whispered against his ear, her voice soft and curious.

"How was your Tokyo life, Haruto-kun?"

Yor, still half-asleep, murmured sleepily:

"How was your sex life in Tokyo?"

Aira lifted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling even in the dark.

"Tell us about your Tokyo life and sex life there before you came to the countryside."

Haruto smiled, his heart full.

"You two are saying it like that... okay. I will tell you about my life before coming here. But... why are you asking me all this suddenly?"

Aira’s fingers traced slow circles on his chest.

"Because we want to know more about you."

Yor nuzzled closer, her breath warm against his neck.

"Because we want to understand you."

Aira’s voice became softer.

"Having sex isn’t always something we need."

Yor whispered, her voice sleepy but honest:

"Sometimes we need mental peace also."

Haruto smiled, his arm tightening around them both.

"Ok, my lovers... I will tell you about my life before coming to the countryside."

The house was quiet.

The gentle breeze from the open balcony had long since stopped.

Inside Aira’s bedroom, three naked bodies lay tangled together in the middle of the bed — Haruto in the center, Yor and Aira pressed against him from both sides, their warmth, their love, and their secrets holding him completely safe.

And Haruto finally felt like he could breathe.

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Haruto’s past life in Tokyo was far from cheerful. Beneath the ordinary life he once lived was a period of deep psychological trauma—something so painful that, in time, his mind chose to bury it. That trauma eventually became the reason behind his loss of memory.

The memories Haruto is about to share with Yor and Aira are not from the darkest period of his life. They belong to the time after he had recovered from his illness, when he had finally begun to live a relatively peaceful life in Tokyo.

Perhaps that is why some memories remained while others disappeared.

There are memories that bring warmth when remembered, and there are memories that only reopen wounds long thought to have healed. Sometimes, forgetting is not a weakness. Perhaps it is the mind’s way of protecting a person from the things they were never meant to carry forever.

Life is like a flowing river. It never stops. It simply continues forward, carrying some memories with it while leaving others behind.

And perhaps Haruto’s forgotten memories were simply those that the river of his life had already carried away.