Haruto thrust forward again, this time angling perfectly to strike her sweet spot with more force.
A guttural groan escaped his lips as he felt her tighten around him.
The heat of her body was intoxicating, pulling him deeper into a state of primal need.
He couldn't help but lose himself in the sensation of her walls convulsing, gripping him like a vice.
While Asuka's body shivered, her breath catching as she moaned with a high pitch, wanting her husband to see them and get destroyed because of the scene in front of him.
The forbidden thrill of their position heightened her senses, and her body reacted instinctively, tightening around him.
"HHNNGGG!!! MORE, HARUTO!!!" she cried out, her voice muffled against her hand as her husband remained eerily still, not even flinching.
Haruto's lips curled into a sly grin, his chest rising and falling with his labored breaths. "You filthy little slut."
"You're tighter than ever. Mr. Inoue would lose his mind if he saw you like this."
His words carried both arrogance and a flicker of disbelief at how far their game had gone.
His fingers closed around her breast, kneading it roughly, his thumb and forefinger twisting her sensitive nipple.
Her sharp gasp sent a jolt through him, her body clenching tighter around him in response.
A deep groan rumbled from his throat, his pleasure amplified by her reactions.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice thick and strained. "Inside you feel like heaven, Asuka. So damn good."
Her body clenched around him in response, her back arching as her nails dug into the sheets. The heat between them was palpable.
"AHHH! OHHH!" Asuka moaned again, her body burning with desire as she pressed closer to him.
The sensation of him brushing against her most sensitive spot over and over sent waves of pleasure rippling through her.
But with another woman waiting for him, he'd managed to fabricate a reasonable excuse that eventually won her over.
As he approached his room, Haruto's steps grew measured and cautious. The hallway was quiet, the soft padding of his feet barely audible against the wooden floor.
When he reached his door, he slid the key into the lock with deliberate care, the faint click of the mechanism breaking the silence.
As he pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landed on Mari, still soundly asleep on her futon.
A quiet sigh escaped his lips. "Good, she's still asleep," he murmured under his breath, stepping inside and shutting the door softly behind him.
The room was dimly lit by the faint moonlight filtering through the paper-thin shoji screens. Haruto moved toward the bathroom, his body weighed down by the exhaustion of the day.
His muscles ached, and his thoughts lingered on the events of the last few hours. Three times. Two women.
His junior had done more than its fair share of work today, and even he couldn't deny he needed a break.
The warm water of the bath was a welcome relief, washing away the tension clinging to his body.
As he leaned back, he let the steam rise around him, clearing his mind as much as soothing his physical fatigue.
When he finally emerged, refreshed and towel-dried, Haruto returned to the room. The futon beside Mari's was inviting, but instead of settling into it, he lay down beside her.
Gently, he slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. The warmth of her body against his brought a quiet comfort that eased his lingering restlessness.
From today's chaos, he realized that he couldn't keep lying forever. He needs to somehow tell all of his women that he indeed has many girlfriends.
'And when that time comes, I need to stay on my ground and be firm,' he thought as he looked at Mari's beautiful sleeping face.
'I can't believe, I will hurt this girl again,' he pinched her nose, making her grunt in her sleep as he chuckled.
With her steady breathing in his ear, Haruto allowed his eyes to close.
For now, in this small moment of stillness, the chaos of the day faded into the background.