Wrong Script, Right Love-Chapter 178: Completely His

[KuroSawa Mansion—Continuation—Renji’s POV]

I knew he had that monstrous dick...just like when he was Alvar, but for me, in this body, it’s still new.

I trembled, hands clutching the sheets as if they were the only lifeline I had left. Then... he grasped his dick, warm and impossibly hard. His palm brushed against me.

"Just... relax..." he murmured, his dick pressing lightly against my hole.

"Aahh..." I shivered violently, hips twitching uncontrollably.

Okay, Renji, deep breaths... deep breaths....

He pressed his dick gently, teasing, trying to push inside.

"Hnghh... aagh...!" I gasped, trying to choke back the sounds that were tearing free of me. My legs trembled, hips arching instinctively. My hole clenched, tight as iron, refusing him. He winced slightly, baring his teeth in a sharp, frustrated smile.

"Renji... you need to relax, my sweet love," he murmured, low and urgent. "...I...I cannot enter if you’re this tight."

Tears pricked at my eyes, and I whimpered, "...I...I’m trying..."

He pressed his dick a little further, patient but insistent, heat rolling off him like a tide. My mind flailed desperately for an escape plan.

Okay, ...I have endured this. Let’s just pretend I have sex in this body numerous times.

But one second later, his cock nudged again. I felt...yes...this is the first time in this body.

Then he leaned down, lips brushing my forehead, eyes soft but commanding as he cupped my teary face in his warm palms.

"Hah... my sweet... darling Renji," he murmured, voice husky, intimate, vibrating against my ears. "... Just... relax a little, my love. You don’t need to be scared, okay?"

I glanced at him, trembled, nodding weakly, letting him rub my cheeks with his warm, strong hands. The heat from his palms burned into my skin, and somehow, it made me feel... safe and relaxed.

He shifted, taking my cock in his other hand, rubbing it slowly, deliberately.

"Aaahh... hah... Alvar... hahhh..." My knees quivered, my body betraying me as small, desperate moans escaped despite the panic and shame racing through me.

His eyes glittered, dark and dangerous, yet softened by something like... care. "There... see? Not so bad, right? Just relax for me... My love, I am not letting you go."

I closed my eyes, letting his touch sink in. And then—

THRUST!

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

The cry ripped from my throat, raw, guttural, and uncontainable. My body arched violently, legs shaking, hands clawing at the sheets as he sank deep inside me, warm, damn big, and impossibly filling. Fire shot through every nerve, my mind short-circuiting under the sensations.

Hayato’s eyes flickered with both surprise and lust as he muttered, low and gravelly, "Damn... you’re still so tight, Renji..."

Meanwhile, me?

I’d completely lost all sense of sanity. My body trembled beneath him, entirely at his mercy, every muscle taut and quivering.

He patted my chest gently, his voice soft, intimate, and almost reverent. "Renji... darling... I’m in. Please... just relax... I don’t want to cum right away. We have the whole night."

His words barely registered. They were background noise, a faint hum against the roaring chaos of heat and pressure consuming my body.

Hayato leaned closer, lips brushing my cheeks, warm and tender. "It’s okay... Everything’s fine," he murmured, voice low and soothing.

Tears slipped unbidden from my eyes. "H-huh...," I whispered, voice trembling.

"Relax, okay?" he husked again, thumb stroking gently.

"...Yes..."

He smiled, a dark, gentle curve of lips that somehow melted the panic in my chest. Then he pressed a soft kiss to mine, lingering, coaxing, grounding me. I swallowed hard, letting his warmth seep into every trembling nerve.

I nudged at his palm, voice small and shaky but steadying myself, "...Keep... going... I... I’m fine..."

A slow, wicked grin curved his lips. "Good... that’s my darling," he whispered, voice thick with heat and promise.

I braced myself, gripping the sheets, heart hammering. It’ll be over soon... I can endure...

But then his hands found my hips, holding them with unshakable strength. He pulled me flush against him... and—

THRUUUUUSSSSSTTTT! 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Aghh—hhhhh!!" My scream tore out of me, raw and ragged, my body shuddering as he plunged deeper, every nerve on fire.

"Go... slow... please..." I gasped, voice cracking, legs trembling uncontrollably.

"It’s okay, relax, I am slow..." Hayato said, slapping my butt gently, "Relax, my love."

He kept thrusting, slow and deliberate at first, then deeper, harder, and mercilessly. Every motion sent me spinning further into delirium.

"You’re... so beautiful like this, Renji," he murmured, voice low and husky, lips brushing against my ear, hot and intimate. "Every shiver... every moan... all mine..."

I glanced at him, and somehow it reminded me of my first time when he was Alvar.

Heat pooled in my stomach, every nerve ablaze, shame and pleasure colliding in impossible waves. My hands gripped him, tangling in his hair, pressing myself closer to him instinctively, desperate for some anchor in the storm of sensation.

"I... I... ahhh... Haya... mmmhh..." My words dissolved into frantic moans, my hips bucking instinctively with every punishing thrust.

He leaned closer, brushing his forehead to mine between movements, eyes soft but fierce. "That’s it... my darling... we are doing good..."

I trembled helplessly beneath him, every cry, every gasp, every helpless jerk of my body binding me to him further. The pleasure was overwhelming and consuming, and I could no longer think of anything but the scorching, impossible heat of him buried deep inside me.

"Ahhh...hahhh... Hayato... it’s... too good..." I gasped, tears sliding freely down my cheeks, voice breaking under the intensity.

And he only smiled—dark, possessive, utterly inescapable. That smirk... it burned itself into my mind as he continued, relentless, driving himself deeper, harder, as if he wanted to consume every part of me. Each thrust sent sparks of fire up my spine, my muscles quivering, hips bucking in response without thought, without control.

And I couldn’t... resist.

"Ahhh...hahhh... Hayato...Hayato...more...more...!!"

My voice cracked, raw and ragged, a mixture of fear, shame, and burning desire spilling from me uncontrollably. My chest heaved, back arching off the bed, fingers clawing desperately at the sheets, nails digging into the fabric.

He leaned in, forehead brushing mine, breath hot against my cheek, lips whispering softly yet darkly, "Yes... that’s it, my darling... moan my name..."

The heat pooled impossibly deep, a pressure building, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. My body betrayed me completely—I couldn’t stop the moans, couldn’t stop the desperate, helpless trembling.

"Aahhh...hahhh...Hayato...AAHHH...!"

And then... his voice, low and intimate, cut through the haze of pleasure. "I am...cumming, my love...."

The words... They made my body convulse, heat pooling like molten fire in my stomach. I clutched his shoulders, unable to speak through the tidal wave of sensation, my voice a ragged, desperate whine.

"...AAHH...AAHH...Y-yes...I’m...I’m...cumming...too....aahhh..."

He grinned, wicked and possessive, a flash of something almost tender in his gaze as he pressed a long, deep kiss to my lips before pulling back just slightly.

"Good... so perfect... mine..." And with that, he let go, every muscle tightening, every nerve alive and on fire as he thrust one last, shattering, time-stopping motion, burying himself fully inside me.

The sensation—warm, overwhelming, impossibly full—even though he was wearing a condom, I can feel the heat. It made my body tremble uncontrollably, my spine bowing off the mattress, and my chest heaving as though it might explode. My legs wrapped around him, clutching, pulling him impossibly close, every wave of pleasure ripping through me like molten fire.

He groaned low, a deep, guttural vibration that resonated straight into my bones, and then—he pulled his cock out. Heat, warmth, and a sense of possession as my sperm pooled on my stomach. My body spasmed violently, hips jerking with each pulse, trembling under the weight of ecstasy as I felt him inside me completely.

"Aahhh...hahhh...hnghh...!" My voice broke, raw and ragged, spilling out helpless, desperate moans.

I could feel every quiver of him inside me, every throb, every pulse leaving an imprint on me, claiming me utterly.

A small leak trickled out, dampening the sheets beneath us. He pulled out his condom and wrapped it and threw it away, my sperm smeared across my trembling body and the mattress. I huffed, chest heaving, trembling as I mumbled, "Finally... it’s over."

I thought that was it.

Relief? Satisfaction? Maybe even sanity returning?

But then... His hand captured mine, strong and commanding, and pulled me forward to sit on his lap. Warmth enveloped me as he hugged me tight, chest pressing to chest, heat radiating between us.

"Let’s do it again," he murmured, voice low, intimate, and almost teasing.

My eyes went wide. "...What?"

He smiled, that impossible, wicked smile, and rubbed his thumb over my lips, slow and sensual, leaving a lingering warmth from his touch. "I told you, my love... we have a long night ahead."

Before I could fully process his words, he THRUST his dick into me again, impossibly deep, hot, and unrelenting.

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!"

I gasped, utterly undone, trembling in his arms. And that’s when it hit me—more was coming. Maybe... just maybe... I wouldn’t survive until tomorrow morning.

But...I didn’t mind.

I kissed him, saying, "I hope you have enough condoms today?"

He stared and then smirked, saying, "Of course, my love."