The soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting golden stripes across tangled sheets and bare skin. Ai stirred first, her eyelashes fluttering before her eyes cracked open to the sight of Shin's chest — warm, rising gently with each breath, his arm loosely wrapped around her waist.
Her lips curled into a sleepy pout. "It's… bright."
Shin's voice rumbled low, still caught in the haze of half-sleep. "It's past noon."
Ai sat up suddenly, making the blanket tumble down to her hips. "Past noon?! Onii-chan!"
Her stomach growled right on cue — a long, pitiful rumble that made her blink. A beat later, Shin's belly answered with an even louder protest.
"…We didn't eat breakfast," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
"We didn't do anything except… that." Ai crossed her arms under her bare chest, cheeks puffing as she glanced at the clock. "We wasted the whole morning…"
Shin reached up and gently tugged her back down, pulling her against him. "That wasn't a waste."
She scowled but didn't resist. "But we're starving now."
"And whose fault is that?" Shin teased, fingers trailing slowly down the curve of her back. "You're the one who gave me that punishment."
Ai's pout deepened, even as a blush began blooming across her cheeks. "You were the one who said you kissed Rika."
Shin chuckled and kissed her temple. "Fair."
Her stomach growled again. This time it made her groan. "I'm getting up. I need food before I die."
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, stretching with a little squeak. The sun kissed every inch of her bare skin, and she didn't bother covering herself as she headed toward the door.
Shin remained sprawled in bed, watching her hips sway. "You're not putting anything on?"
"It's my house," she huffed. "And I'm your girlfriend. So I'll cook naked if I want to."
Shin sat up with a sly smile. "You're going to burn yourself if you're not careful."
"I'll be careful," she said over her shoulder, walking confidently toward the kitchen.
He followed moments later, equally bare, stretching and yawning as they entered the warm space together. The kitchen was quiet, sun-drenched, and filled with the faint memory of Rika and Yuki's visit just hours before.
Ai rummaged through the fridge while humming. Shin stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his chest to her back.
"You said you were hungry," she murmured, leaning into his touch.
"I am," he replied, voice low. "Just… not for food right now."
Ai giggled and batted his hands away. "No. We are eating first. My body can't handle another round on an empty stomach."
He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Fine. But I'm not letting go."
She began cooking eggs and rice, every motion deliberate, her hips shifting gently as she worked. Shin stayed glued behind her — brushing against her, nuzzling into her hair, occasionally sliding his hands down to tease the soft skin of her thighs.
"I can't concentrate if you keep touching me like that," she muttered.
"That's the point," he said with a lazy grin.
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she stirred with one hand and reached back with the other to squeeze his thigh. "Help me plate this and you can touch wherever you want after."
They managed to finish the meal without setting anything on fire, though Shin's fingers kept wandering dangerously close to places Ai knew would lead to distractions.
Once the food was plated, they sat down — still naked, still flushed from earlier.
Ai stuffed a mouthful of rice into her mouth. "So good," she moaned, eyes fluttering closed. "God, I needed this."
Shin chuckled between bites. "I think I've never been hungrier."
They ate in silence for a few minutes, comfortable and close, the clinking of chopsticks the only sound between them.
But as they neared the end of the meal, the air began to shift again — the lazy warmth giving way to heat once more.
Ai noticed the way Shin's gaze dropped repeatedly to her chest, her lips, the way a grain of rice stuck to her chin. She licked it away slowly.
"Still hungry?" she asked.
His eyes darkened. "Very."
She stood up, pushing her empty bowl aside. "Come."
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The dishes clinked softly as Ai placed them in the sink, the warm water rushing over her fingers. Shin pressed in behind her again, his presence magnetic, undeniable — skin to skin, heat to heat.
"We just ate," she murmured, voice low and amused as she felt him already stirring against her backside.
"And I'm still starving," Shin said into her neck, lips brushing softly, his hands already roaming.
Ai sighed — not in frustration, but in resignation. "You're going to ruin me, Onii-chan."
He chuckled, his voice rough with desire. "You ruined me first."
One hand wrapped around her waist while the other slid up, cupping one breast, thumb flicking the already pebbled nipple. Ai gasped, arching slightly as the stimulation hit her already oversensitive nerves.
"We've been doing this since morning," she said breathlessly.
"And?" His fingers teased down her stomach. "Still not satisfied."
Neither of them were. That was the truth. Their bodies had tangled again and again — tongues, hands, thighs, heat. They had explored every inch of each other, climbed to the peak so many times the count was lost in the haze of moans and murmurs. But never crossing that final line. Not yet.
Shin lifted her effortlessly and sat her on the edge of the sink. Her legs parted instinctively, wrapping around his waist. Their lips met in a bruising kiss — slow, deep, with all the hunger words couldn't express.
His hands gripped her thighs, kneading the soft flesh, pulling her closer. Her breath hitched as his tongue slipped past her lips, curling around hers, dominating. She clung to his shoulders, nails digging in lightly, lost in the burn of it all.
"You're so wet already," he whispered against her mouth, fingers sliding between her folds with practiced ease, circling and pressing in ways that made her back arch and her thighs tremble.
"I never stopped being wet," Ai admitted, a flush racing up her cheeks. "You keep doing things to me…"
She cried out as his fingers pressed just right, her head dropping to his shoulder. Her moans were muffled against his skin, but he felt them vibrate through him like a drug. He pumped her with two fingers now, curling them, hitting that perfect spot — the one that made her body jerk and clamp down around him.
"I love how you come for me," he groaned.
She came hard, with a shudder and a desperate gasp, clutching him as though he were the only thing anchoring her to the world.
But he didn't stop.
He carried her to the couch, gently this time, laying her down across the cushions. Her hair splayed in dark waves, her skin flushed and damp. He knelt between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh slowly, reverently.
"Again?" she breathed, trembling as his lips traveled higher.
"Again," he said.
His tongue met her slick heat, and Ai cried out, thighs shaking as he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. Her hands flew to his hair, tangling in it as she bucked against him. He moaned into her, tongue flicking and swirling, fingers joining again — a coordinated assault on her sanity.
She climaxed again, hips quaking, tears springing to the corners of her eyes from the overstimulation. But she didn't tell him to stop.
Not once.
When he finally pulled away, his chin wet with her arousal, Ai pulled him up, dragging his mouth to hers. She kissed herself on his lips, groaning at the taste, the filth, the intimacy of it all.
"My turn," she whispered into his ear.
Shin's breath stuttered as she pushed him down onto the couch, straddling him. Her hand wrapped around his cock — already leaking, pulsing against her palm. She stroked him slow, torturous, her lips curled in a wicked smile.
"Still no penetration," she reminded, teasing the tip against her slick entrance without letting him slip in.
He groaned in frustration, hips bucking instinctively. "You're killing me."
She grinned and shifted her hips, sliding along his length, her wetness coating him fully as she rode the line — literally — between satisfaction and denial.
Her lips locked onto his neck, sucking, nipping, leaving marks. Her hips ground down with calculated friction, her clit rubbing perfectly against him. They both trembled from the intensity, from the sheer need between them.
"I'm gonna—" Shin gasped, and Ai nodded.
"Come for me," she whispered, staring down at him with eyes blown wide.
And he did, hard, pulsing between her thighs as she followed seconds later, both of them crying out, bodies shuddering in release.
Ai collapsed on his chest, breath coming in short, shallow pants. Sweat slicked their bodies together. For a while, only their breathing filled the room.
"You're a menace," Shin finally said, voice hoarse.
"And you love it," Ai mumbled against his collarbone.
He chuckled, arms wrapping tightly around her. "I do."
They stayed like that, tangled and twitching, basking in the aftermath.
Until Ai lifted her head with a devilish look.
"…Again?"
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END OF CHAPTER : 98 : WAKING UP HUNGRY!
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