Chapter 3
Haruna's eyes widened in disbelief as she stepped into the room, her gaze immediately drawn to the sight of Rito and Momo entangled in each other's arms. The air was thick with the scent of their passion, a heady mix of sweat and desire that filled her nostrils, making her feel lightheaded. Her eyes started to fill with unshed tears, her voice trembling as she struggles to comprehend the scene before her. "I… I didn't expect this," she finally manages to say.
Rito, still wrapped in Momo's arms, paused and tried to look at Haruna's eyes. Their eyes met briefly, a silent exchange passing between them before they turned to face Haruna, their expressions a mix of defiance and challenge.
"Haruna..." Rito began, his voice hoarse with a mixture of guilt and something darker, more primal.
Momo's gaze remained steady on Haruna, her confidence unshaken by the unexpected intrusion. Her eyes, however, held a dangerous glint as she looked at the girl who had hurt Rito so deeply.
"Come now, Haruna," Momo purred, her voice dripping with an unexpected seduction. "It's your own fault."
The words slipped out before she could fully grasp their weight. She didn't understand what part of her made her say that, but seeing Haruna, the girl who had broken Rito's heart and left him in such a state of despair, stirred something dark within her. In that moment, she felt a fierce protectiveness over Rito—a desire to strike back at the source of his pain.
Haruna's face flushed with a mix of shock and confusion. Her eyes widened, struggling to reconcile the image of Momo's typically gentle demeanor with the harshness of her words.
"What... what are you talking about?" Haruna's voice wavered, her tears still fresh.
Momo's expression hardened slightly, though her voice remained calm and measured. "You were the one who caused him so much suffering. You broke his heart, and now look where we are."
Rito, still reeling from the unexpected shift in Momo's demeanor, glanced between the two girls. His heart ached not just from his own pain but also from the realization of the turmoil within Momo.
Haruna took a step back, her eyes reflecting a mix of hurt and regret. "I didn't mean to hurt him. I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing."
Momo's voice softened, but her tone remained firm. "Intentions aside, the consequences are real. Rito's been through so much because of what happened between you two."
The room fell silent, the tension palpable. Momo's words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the emotional chaos that had unfolded. Rito looked up, his gaze searching for something—anything—that could make sense of the situation.
Haruna's shoulders slumped as she struggled to find the right words. "I... I just wanted to be honest with him. I never wanted to hurt him like this."
Haruna's hands clenched at her sides, her heart pounding in her chest. The sight before her was both arousing and infuriating, a twisted reflection of her own desires and regrets. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, a flush of embarrassment mingling with jealousy.
Rito shifted slightly, his gaze never leaving Haruna's face. "You left me no choice," he retorted, his tone hardening. "After you rejected me, what did you expect me to do?"
The words stung, cutting deep into Haruna's already wounded pride. She took a step forward, her eyes burning with a mix of rage and sorrow. "This isn't right," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Momo laughed softly, the sound echoing off the walls. "Oh, but it feels so right," she countered, her fingers trailing lazily down Rito's back. "Don't you want to know how it feels, Haruna? To be wanted like this?"
Haruna's face flushed with a mixture of anger and shame. The intensity of the situation was overwhelming, and the sight of Rito and Momo together, so entangled and intimate, was a painful reminder of what she had lost. She shook her head, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions that had been thrust upon her.
Momo's expression remained unyielding as she continued to gaze at Haruna with a cold, detached satisfaction.
The question hung in the air, a dare wrapped in temptation. Haruna felt her resolve wavering, her body responding to the raw sensuality of the scene before her. She could hear the soft moans, the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh, each sound a testament to the intensity of their connection.
"Watch us, Haruna," Momo commanded, her voice taking on a sultry edge. "Watch and learn."
With a slow, deliberate movement, she guided Rito back into her, her hips rolling with a practiced ease that made Haruna's breath catch in her throat. Rito groaned, his body reacting instinctively to the pleasure coursing through him, his hands gripping Momo's thighs tightly.
Haruna watched, transfixed, as they moved together, a choreographed dance of desire. The room seemed to shrink around them, the world reduced to the three of them and the undeniable force of their passion. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, a traitorous response to the carnal display before her.
"Now you see what you have lost, Haruna," Momo whispered, her voice a seductive murmur. "Let yourself feel what you've been denying."
Haruna's mind raced, torn between the urge to flee and the pull of the forbidden. She took another step forward, her eyes locked on Rito's, searching for some sign, some hint of the man she thought she knew.
"Do you want this, Haruna?" Rito asked, his voice raw with need. "Do you want to see me like this?"
The question hung heavy in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once. Haruna's lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them as she struggled to form a response. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her answer.
Haruna's vision blurred as tears streamed down her cheeks, a mix of emotions overwhelming her as she watched Rito and Momo continue their passionate encounter. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, each thrust punctuating the air with a sharp slap. Momo's moans intertwined with Rito's grunts, creating a symphony of desire that seemed to echo off the walls.
Rito's movements were relentless, his body glistening with sweat as he pounded into Momo, who writhed beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Their eyes locked, a silent communication passing between them, a connection deeper than mere words could express.
"Harder," Momo gasped, her voice thick with need. "Please, Rito, harder."
Responding to her plea, Rito increased his pace, his muscles straining as he drove himself deeper inside her. The bed creaked under the force of their passion, the frame shuddering with each impact. Momo's back arched, her breasts heaving as she met each thrust, her body a canvas of pleasure and pain.
Haruna's breath caught in her throat, her own body responding in ways she couldn't deny. The heat between her legs intensified, a throbbing reminder of her own desires, long suppressed. She felt torn, her mind a battlefield of conflicting thoughts and feelings. On one hand, the sight of Rito and Momo together was a betrayal, a violation of the bond she thought they shared. On the other, it was a raw display of human need, an unfiltered glimpse into the depths of physical passion.
"You can't look away, can you?" Momo taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Admit it, Haruna. You want this too."
Haruna's lips trembled, her resolve wavering under Momo's piercing gaze. She wanted to deny it, to turn away and pretend this wasn't happening, but her body had other plans. The scent of their mingled sweat filled her nostrils, intoxicating her senses, making it impossible to escape the reality unfolding before her.
Rito's eyes found hers, a flicker of recognition passing between them. His expression was intense, a mix of guilt and defiance, a mirror of her own inner turmoil. "Say something, Haruna," he demanded, his voice rough with emotion. "Tell me what you're feeling right now."
The question hung heavy in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once. Haruna's mind raced, searching for the right words, the truth she couldn't ignore. Her heart pounded in her chest, a desperate rhythm matching the cadence of Rito's thrusts.
"I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice breaking. "It's all so confusing."
Momo laughed softly, the sound both cruel and sympathetic. "Feelings are messy, aren't they? But that's what makes them real."
With a sudden burst of energy, Momo flipped Rito onto his back, her body straddling him with practiced ease. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Let me show you how it's done."
Her hips rolled with a seductive rhythm, her movements fluid and confident. Rito's hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him. Their bodies moved as one, a dance of primal need and surrender.
Haruna watched, transfixed, as Momo rode Rito with a ferocity that left no doubt about her intentions. The room seemed to shrink around them, the world reduced to the three of them and the undeniable force of their passion. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, a traitorous response to the carnal display before her.
"It's too late, Haruna," Momo whispered, her voice a seductive murmur. "You lost. But since I'm in a good mood why don't you let yourself feel what you've been denying."
Haruna's mind raced, torn between the urge to flee and the pull of the forbidden. She took another step forward, her eyes locked on Rito's, searching for some sign, some hint of the man she thought she knew.
"Do you want this, Haruna?" Rito asked, his voice raw with need. "Do you want to see me like this?"
The question hung heavy in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once. Haruna's lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them as she struggled to form a response. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her answer.
As Haruna stood there, frozen in indecision, Rito's body tensed, a low growl escaping his throat. "Cumming," he announced, his voice devoid of emotion, his release marking the end of their passionate encounter.
Haruna's vision blurred further, the tears flowing freely now, a mix of relief and regret washing over her. She watched as Rito collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his breathing ragged. Momo lay beside him, her chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of the house settling into stillness. Haruna's heart ached, a hollow pain spreading through her as she realized the depth of her loss. She had witnessed the end of something she never knew she wanted, a piece of herself given away without her consent.
"Haruna," Rito murmured, his voice weak with exhaustion. "What now?"
The question hung in the air, a stark reminder of the choices ahead. Haruna's lips trembled, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever came next.
"I... I am leaving," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
With those words, she turned away, her steps slow and uncertain as she made her way towards the door. The room seemed to sigh behind her, the weight of their passion lingering in the air like a palpable presence. As she stepped into the hallway, the door closed softly behind her, sealing off the world she had left behind.