Chapter: 23 Lovely Housewife

The sun barely peeked through the curtains of Kyouko's apartment, casting a soft glow over the room. Kira stretched lazily, feeling the weight of Kyouko pressed against him. Her bare skin was warm and soft, her breath slow and steady. After their intense night together, the air was thick with the lingering scent of passion, mixed with the faint smell of morning dew creeping through the open window.

Kyouko stirred beside him, her red-brown hair splayed over the pillow, strands sticking to her forehead from the night's exertion. She gave a soft murmur, her lips curving into a sleepy smile. Kira's eyes roamed over her body, admiring the subtle curves under the thin bedsheet, remembering every mark and kiss he'd left on her.

"Good morning, Kira-kun..." she whispered, her voice thick with sleep, eyes slowly fluttering open to meet his. Her hand trailed over his chest, nails grazing his skin lightly. There was something possessive, yet soft, in her touch.

Kira smirked down at her, pulling her closer. "Morning, Kyouko. Still sore from last night?" he teased, running his fingers through her hair.

She chuckled softly, nuzzling into him. "Sore? Mmm, maybe a little… but I like it." Her fingers traced lazy patterns over his stomach before slipping lower. "I wouldn't mind another round, though... if you can handle it," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, biting her lower lip.

Kira's grin widened as he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. "You're insatiable," he murmured against her lips. His hand slipped beneath the sheets, feeling her warm body respond to his touch as he explored every inch of her once again.

The moment lingered in the quiet morning air, their bodies intertwined, each movement filled with a sense of possessiveness and affection. But as they basked in the warmth of each other, Kira's mind wandered back to the task ahead. The apocalypse was on the horizon, and time was running out.

He gently pulled back from the kiss, looking into Kyouko's eyes. "We have to get up soon. There's still a lot to prepare."

Kyouko pouted, running her hand over his cheek, her voice soft but playful. "You and your plans, Kira-kun. I like this one better."

Kira chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I know, but we can't get too comfortable. Not yet."

As much as he enjoyed these moments, there was a lingering pressure in the back of his mind. One month until the chaos erupted, until the world as they knew it would be engulfed in flames and terror. And as much as he wanted to keep the truth hidden, he would need to bring everyone together soon—including Kyouko, whose fiery and dangerous personality he now had under control.

But for now, a few more moments of peace wouldn't hurt. He pulled Kyouko close once again, deciding to enjoy her warmth a little longer before the real fight began.

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Kira left Kyouko's apartment with a satisfied smirk, the sun already high in the sky. Just before he stepped out the door, Kyouko had insisted on giving him one last taste of her passion—a parting gift. Her lips had wrapped around him expertly, her hands gripping his thighs as she kneeled by the door, eager to please.

"Let me take care of you, Kira-kun…" she whispered seductively before going to work, her mouth moving with precision. The way she worshiped him with her tongue, the soft sounds of her moans mixing with his grunts, echoed in the quiet of the apartment's hallway. Kira leaned against the doorframe, biting his lip, one hand gripping her hair as she looked up at him with those eyes filled with need.

It didn't take long before the tension built to its peak, and as he released into her waiting mouth, she swallowed every drop like a dutiful lover. She smiled up at him with a sense of satisfaction, wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand. "That should keep you motivated for the day," she teased with a wink before he kissed her forehead and headed out.

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From Kyouko's point of view, her heart fluttered as she watched him disappear down the street. She closed the door behind her, leaning against it as her legs trembled slightly. Ever since Kira had come into her life, things had never been the same.

She could still remember the day they first met—he had saved her from a nasty incident on the train. She was nearing her thirties then, but when she looked at him, her heart raced like she was a teenager again. It felt like fate, and before long, she was caught in the whirlwind of his charm.

Kyouko glanced toward the bed, her lips curling into a soft smile. She had secretly kept the sheets from their first night together, tucked away in her closet like a memento, a reminder of how Kira had made her feel alive again. It was silly, but something about him made her feel like a maiden all over again. Even in her mature years, the blush that came to her cheeks whenever she thought of him was undeniable.

She made her way to the kitchen, her thoughts drifting as she prepared for the day. Of course, she had been hurt when she learned that Kira wasn't just hers—he had many women in his life. But the more she thought about it, the more it seemed natural for him. Kira was sweet, kind, and perverted in all the right ways. How could women not fall for him?

What truly shocked her, though, was when she learned that some of the women in his life were his own family members. At first, it had been difficult to wrap her head around, but Kira had a way of making the impossible seem normal. She found herself accepting it, even rationalizing it. After all, if anyone could pull off a situation like that, it was him.

As she moved around the kitchen, her hair tied up in a bun in that typical housewife fashion, she started counting the women in his life on her fingers. "One, two, three…" she muttered under her breath, ticking them off. There were six women, not counting herself. And the last two were close to him—one was his childhood friend, and the other was, surprisingly, her mother. Kyouko paused, her finger pressed against her cheek as she tilted her head, lost in thought.

She needed to do something. With every new woman in his life, there was less time for her. Her lips formed a small pout, and she nodded to herself. If she wanted to secure her place in Kira's heart, she'd have to take action. Maybe a meeting with his other women was in order. A strategic one, of course.

After all, she couldn't let him get distracted with anyone else—she needed to make sure her spot was secure. With a sly smile, Kyouko made up her mind.

"That's it," she muttered, washing the last dish and setting it aside. "It's time for a proper wife to step in."

The wheels were turning, and Kyouko was ready to take her place in Kira's ever-growing harem. It was just a matter of time before she made her move.

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As Kira descended the stairs of Kyouko's apartment, a satisfied smile tugged at his lips. The cool breeze of the morning air greeted him, but the heat from the intimate encounter with Kyouko still lingered in his chest. His stride was confident, purposeful, a reflection of the changes he had undergone over the past month.

Kira had transformed. His once-boyish frame had filled out from intense training in his personal dimension, combined with the regular and vigorous sessions of passion shared with his women. He wasn't the same as before—now, he carried the weight of responsibility and the sharpened edge of a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it.

His white shirt, crisp and tucked into sleek black pants, clung to his well-toned body, revealing the muscular definition that came from hours of rigorous exercise. The top button of his shirt was casually undone, giving a glimpse of the tanned skin of his chest and the hint of dark hair peeking out. A small ponytail tied at the base of his neck gave him a refined, yet effortlessly masculine look, while three bangs fell neatly over his forehead. His sharp blue eyes scanned the street, a mix of calm and intensity reflecting in them.

He looked every bit the part of an ideal man—six feet tall, broad-shouldered, and now carrying an intimidating aura of maturity. His presence could turn heads easily, drawing both admiration and envy, especially from women. They couldn't help but glance his way as he passed by, his charm exuding like a natural force. But beneath that cool exterior, Kira was calculating his next move.

Tomorrow marked the return of his tomboy childhood friend and her mother after attending a family funeral. He thought about her briefly, memories of their childhood flashing through his mind. She was a fiery one, always competitive, never backing down. But now, he wondered how their dynamic would evolve, especially since she was unaware of the changes in his life. The plans he had for her would unfold soon enough.

But today, he had other concerns. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he walked down the street. School awaited him, though it seemed like a mere formality at this point. With exams looming in three days, he had little interest in the mundane academic grind. Especially knowing that after graduation, his world would plunge into chaos—the beginning of the apocalypse. He could sense it, the impending wave of destruction that would rewrite everything.

His hand resting into his pocket, A smirk spread across his face as he thought about how much he had gained in power, in preparation, and in women. His plans were falling into place, and no one, not even fate, would derail him now.

"For now," he muttered under his breath, "just need to survive the boring part." He glanced at the school gates looming in the distance, his mind already racing with plans far beyond the next exam.

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A/N : A little more before this Arc ends and marks the starting of Apocalypse Arc.