もののけ | monster | soshiro hoshina (Kaiju No. 8) (COMPLETE)

ななじゅうよん | seventy four

もののけ | kaiju | monster

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[A lengthy chapter ahead]

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Kiyomi

AS I STEPPED INTO THE SHOWER, I ripped off my clothes with a hasty, frustrated motion, not caring where they landed on the bathroom floor. The hot, steamy water hit my skin like a cascade of needles, a harsh contrast to the turmoil raging inside me. I sighed heavily, my breath mingling with the mist that began to fill the small, tiled space. Today had been a constant effort to avoid Soshiro, to keep my distance, and each time I caught a glimpse of him or heard his voice, it was like being hit with another wave of guilt.

He must have known something was wrong. But it wasn't him—it was me. It was my fucking raging hormones.

The ache between my thighs was a constant, painful reminder of the intense physical need that I couldn't seem to quench. It was as if my entire body was screaming for a release I couldn't allow myself to. The more I tried to ignore it, the more insistent it became, until it felt like a tormenting presence that refused to be silenced.

As I gazed at the mirror wall in front of me, the light from the setting sun cast an orange glow over the room, creating a soft illumination that barely reached my face. I hadn't turned on the bathroom light; I didn't want to see the full extent of what was happening. The droplets from the shower clung to my skin, mingling with the steam and running down my body, leaving a trail of water that accentuated every curve and contour.

My gaze drifted to my stomach, and I turned my body sideways to get a better view of the swelling curve. The sight was a stark reminder of the life growing inside me, a constant source of awe and, simultaneously, anxiety. I still couldn't quite believe I was pregnant. It felt surreal, like a dream I hadn't fully woken up from. Soon, my belly would grow even larger, heavier, and more demanding. I caught my reflection and saw the faint glow of the water droplets on my skin, blending with the natural light, creating a surreal, almost ethereal image.

I tried to focus on the positive aspects of my pregnancy, but my mind kept flickering back to the unsettling dreams I'd had this morning. They were filled with fears and horrors I didn't want to revisit. The thought of those dreams resurfacing made my heart race, and I was determined not to let them affect my baby. I couldn't let those dark thoughts endanger the little life growing inside me.

But fuck, I need some kind of release. The aching between my inner thighs is driving me insane, and I need to be touched, to be kissed, to feel anything physical. I can't fucking stand this anymore. The raw, burning need is consuming me, and I'm losing my mind with every passing second.

My hand traveled to my inner thigh, and I didn't waste a single second before my fingers started working in circular motions over my sweet pearl. A moan escaped my lips as the aching intensified with each touch.

The mirror in front of me was beginning to fog up in the hot shower, but I could still catch glimpses of myself—of the way I was pleasuring myself.

It's hard to believe sometimes that this was why Soshiro insisted on putting a goddamn mirror in the shower. We were such filthy, horny rabbits, fucking like animals every chance we got. And fuck, I remember those nights when he'd pin me against this very mirror, slamming into me so hard that I'd be gagging and screaming his name, his relentless thrusts pushing me to the edge until I was nothing but a trembling mess beneath him.