Kyouko smirked.
A quiet, knowing smirk.
Why would I ever go back to you, Satoshi?
You weren't good in bed.
You never were.
No endurance.
No rhythm.
No desire to please—
only to finish.
Haruki?
He could go rough.
He could go slow.
He could move his hips for nearly an hour without breaking.
Relentless.
Yet always gentle when I needed.
Always in tune with my body.
Not just that…
His size.
Wide.
Big.
The kind that stretches me deliciously.
The kind that makes my breath catch and my thighs tremble.
And he's romantic.
Not just in life—
but even in bed.
Kissing me… holding me…
Whispering things no man ever said to me.
I don't know what Satomi saw in you, Satoshi.
How strange she must be.
Choosing you over someone like Haruki.
Not just old...
But small.
So small, it doesn't even compare.
Haruki's easily three times larger.
Kyouko shook her head slowly, letting out a soft sigh.
Go ahead and dream, Satoshi.
But I won't be back.
