Shin didn't slow his pace. If anything, her breathy cries only made his smirk grow deeper. But then, with a sudden shift in weight and rhythm, he lowered his mouth beside her ear, his breath ragged but laced with teasing cruelty.
"By the way…" he whispered huskily, his hips rolling slow and deep for a moment, enough to make Rika gasp and cling tighter. "Last night, after Yuki and Haa-chan passed out from round three… you remember what happened with Ai?"
Rika blinked, dazed, heat clouding her senses. "W-What…?"
He chuckled darkly. "I made a little sandwich out of you two."
She stiffened slightly under him, eyes wide and blinking up at the ceiling. Shin grinned and continued, voice like silk dragging over her skin.
"You were lying on your back, flushed and completely ruined... and Ai—" his breath hitched at the memory, "Ai was on top of you, her soft chest pressing into yours, her whole body rubbing against you. Her skin, her thighs, everything—bare, wet, trembling… against you."
Rika whimpered, her whole body trembling. Shin's hips didn't stop moving, his strokes deep and slow, his voice turning darker with every word.
"You held her hand, remember?" he whispered. "Whispered sweet things to her like a lover while I took you both. Your legs were around my waist, hers too, and your arms… wrapped around her like you never wanted to let go."
She tried to bury her face in his shoulder, a low moan escaping her lips. "I… I didn't mean to—"
"But you did." He kissed the shell of her ear, his hand sliding under her thigh and lifting her leg higher for deeper access. "You touched her like you meant it. You wanted to. You were in love with her… weren't you?"
Rika bit her lip hard, tears prickling in her eyes—not from pain, but from being known too well. Her voice cracked as she whispered, "I still am…"
Shin's thrust faltered for just a second. Then, with a fierce grin, he resumed, rougher now, pounding into her with the kind of force that had her crying out again, body arching.
He growled. "I saw it in your face. You looked like you were in heaven, holding her like that. Her lips so close, her hair brushing your cheek, her breasts crushed to yours."
"Stop…" she breathed, but she didn't mean it.
"You even kissed her cheek," Shin said, licking a slow stripe up Rika's neck, "right before you begged me to fill you both."
Her body bucked under him, raw heat exploding in her veins. She hated how much she remembered. How soft Ai felt, how their fingers laced, how Ai moaned into her ear.
"How did it feel?" Shin demanded, voice thick. "Having her so close… touching you like that. Being filled while she rubbed against you, helpless and needy, just like you."
Rika sobbed out a moan, the shame and lust twisting deliciously. "It… it felt like I was dreaming… like I'd die if she pulled away…"
Shin paused, his hand cupping her cheek and forcing her eyes to meet his.
"You love her."
Rika trembled, nodding. "Yes…"
Shin's smile softened—only slightly. "And now that I've teased that out of you…" he whispered, tongue flicking at her lip, "don't you think I deserve a reward?"
Her brows knit in confusion, breathless. "W-What kind of reward…?"
Shin leaned in, brushing her lips but not kissing her, savoring her trembling confusion. "The kind only you can give me, Rika…"
He shifted his weight slowly, deliberately, letting the moment stretch out between them. His hand trailed down her back, fingertips grazing sweat-slicked skin, until he reached the dip just above the curve of her hips. Her breath caught.
Rika's eyes widened slightly, realization crashing over her flushed features like a slow, rising tide. "Y-You don't mean—"
He silenced her with a kiss—not rough, but deep, thorough, like he was claiming her again, tasting the helpless noise caught in her throat. When he pulled back, he smiled against her lips.
"I mean exactly that."
Her heart pounded wildly. A nervous tremor passed through her, but her body didn't resist. Instead, it melted—like it always did—with the tension of someone terrified and thrilled all at once. Her fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her.
"But… I've never—"
"I know." His voice dropped, low and coaxing. "That's why it's special. That's why it's mine."
She whimpered, unsure if it was from the fear, the shame, or the way his words made her insides melt like honey. Shin never asked for anything he didn't believe he already owned… and somehow, the thought of that made her feel wanted in the most intoxicating way.
He sat up a little, bringing her with him, lifting her hips into his lap, and pressing her trembling back against his chest. His fingers found her hand and laced through it—just like she had done with Ai—and whispered, "Trust me, Rika."
She swallowed hard, leaning back into him, skin prickling with goosebumps. "O-Okay…"
His lips brushed her shoulder, slow and reverent now, while one hand trailed downward again—this time, gently preparing her. Rika buried her face into his neck, whimpering with each careful motion. He whispered to her, soft words of praise, of patience, of how beautiful she looked when she was surrendering everything.
"You're perfect," he murmured, voice shaking slightly now with restraint. "You give me everything, even this…"
Rika's breath hitched as she felt him nudge against the place he meant to claim. Her thighs tensed, trembling, her body instinctively unsure.
But Shin didn't push. He waited.
His free hand brushed the side of her face, fingers curling under her jaw to tilt her gaze up toward him.
"I love you," he said, raw and low. "Not like how you love Ai. I mean it twisted. Possessive. Devouring."
She stared up at him, lips parting, her heart stopping.
"I know you love her," he added, voice trembling. "And that's okay. Because in the end, you still chose me."
Rika couldn't answer. Her eyes shone, full and glossy, and her hand tightened around his.
"Shin…" she breathed.
He kissed her again—deep, slow, trembling—and moved.
Her entire body arched with the jolt of sensation. Tears spilled from her eyes, but her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him tighter. She sobbed into his shoulder—not from pain alone, but from the overwhelming intensity of it all.
He whispered to her the entire time.
Praising her. Worshiping her. Holding her like a treasure.
He was gentle first—achingly so—but it didn't stay that way. The more she adjusted, the more her cries turned into moans, and the more he let go of restraint.
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Rika's arms trembled as she braced herself on all fours, cheeks flushed, breath heavy. Her thighs were already slick, trembling from the last climax that had left her sobbing into the sheets. Shin was behind her, slow but deliberate, his hands gripping her hips as if he owned every inch of her—and maybe he did.
The way he'd made her melt, the way he'd touched her—body and soul—there was no denying it. She'd given him everything.
She whimpered as he leaned forward, one hand dragging up her spine before threading gently into her hair.
"You're already shaking," he murmured, his voice soft but tinged with the dark hunger that never left him. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Rika's breath hitched. Her knees spread slightly wider, bracing herself for whatever came next.
Shin's grip tightened. Then, slowly, he pushed into her again.
Her mouth fell open with a gasped cry. The stretch, the fullness—it was too much and not enough all at once. Shin moved with slow, claiming thrusts at first, savoring every twitch, every broken sound that spilled from her lips.
She clenched around him, body raw and overstimulated. But it didn't matter. He wanted her this way—ruined, surrendered, and trembling.
He thrust deeper, harder.
"God, Rika…" he groaned, leaning over her back, his chest pressing down against her spine. "The way you feel—it's insane. Like your body's never going to forget me."
Rika's moan broke into a sob. She didn't even care how loud she was anymore. Her hips rolled back against him, desperate, needy.
"I won't," she whispered, almost deliriously. "I won't forget… ever…"
Shin's grin curved dark against her ear. "Good."
His pace shifted—harder now, faster. He pounded into her with a rhythm that made the bed creak and the air thick with heat. Rika's cries rose in pitch, desperate and raw, as her body was driven toward the edge again.
Her arms nearly buckled. She let her head drop between them, cheek pressed to the mattress, panting.
"You look so beautiful like this," Shin growled. "Face down, legs spread, begging for more… after everything I've already taken."
"Shin—" she gasped. "Please… I-I can't…"
He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "Yes, you can. You're going to."
He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her slightly, just enough to change the angle. Her breath caught sharply.
"Oh god…!"
He didn't stop. His hand found her front, teasing, circling. She screamed.
"Yes," he growled. "Let go for me again. Come on, Rika. Let me feel you—just like that."
Her body clenched hard, thighs trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through her like fire. She screamed his name, broken and hoarse, body spasming under him.
Shin groaned with her, hips slamming forward as his own climax built. He pulled her tight, burying himself fully inside her as he released.
She felt the heat flood into her, deep and full.
They collapsed together, both gasping for air, skin slick and shivering.
For a moment, only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the room. Shin's hand smoothed down her back, slow and tender.
But then he pulled out, and Rika whimpered at the loss.
"You're not done," he said softly.
Before she could react, Shin gently nudged her shoulder.
"All fours again," he commanded. "I'm not finished with your body yet."
Her heart leapt at the tone—low, husky, dangerous. Despite her trembling legs and burning thighs, she obeyed.
She got back into position, shaky but willing, her hair cascading over her shoulders.
Shin moved behind her, hands firm on her hips again. He spread her gently, watching her squirm under the attention.
"You're already so open for me," he whispered, his voice thick with pride and hunger. "But now…"
He lowered, pressing soft kisses along her spine. Her breath caught.
"…Now I want the last part of you."
Her eyes widened. She looked back over her shoulder, lips parted.
"Shin…"
He met her gaze, not with cruelty, but something deeper—possessive, tender, twisted with love.
"I'll be gentle," he said. "At first."
Her heart raced. The fear was real. But so was the arousal. The trust.
"…Okay," she whispered.
Shin moved slowly, fingers slick and patient. She moaned into the sheets, biting down hard as he prepared her, his voice a steady whisper in her ear.
"You're mine… every part of you… and I'm going to take you like no one else ever could."
She sobbed softly as he took his time, coaxing her body to accept him. When he finally pressed in, it was slow—achingly slow.
She cried out, body stiff at first, but Shin held her. One hand on her hip. The other on her hand, laced tightly.
He kissed her shoulder, her spine, her neck.
"You're doing so well," he whispered. "So perfect for me…"
Rika's breathing grew ragged, tears slipping from her eyes again—not from pain, but from how full she felt. How much she'd given.
And how much he took.
He didn't move at first, just stayed still, letting her adjust. Letting her tremble around him.
"Tell me it's mine," he whispered against her skin.
"It's yours…" she sobbed. "All of it… Shin, please…"
That broke him.
He moved.
Slow at first—torturously slow—until her gasps turned to moans again, until her body relaxed into it. Then he took her harder. Deeper.
Her moans were raw, throaty, desperate. She never imagined this would feel like this—intense, intimate, overwhelming.
He growled her name, worshipped her with every movement.
"You're incredible," he hissed. "No one—no one—will ever see you like this."
"I'm yours," she cried. "Only yours!"
Their rhythm built again, a furious, desperate pace that left her choking on every gasp.
And then—her body convulsed again. She screamed, collapsing forward, shaking. Shin followed with a deep growl, grinding into her as he came again, filling her completely.
They stayed like that, tangled and panting, bodies soaked in sweat, pleasure, and something deeper.
Rika turned her head, meeting his eyes over her shoulder. Her lips parted, still trembling.
Shin leaned forward, kissing her with surprising tenderness.
"You're amazing," he whispered.
She smiled, broken and dazed. "You're insane."
He chuckled. "Only for you."
They collapsed side by side, his arms pulling her in, their hearts still thundering. And even in the silence that followed, Rika could feel it—their love, twisted and chaotic, but real in every shattered breath they shared.
And deep down, she knew—this wasn't the end.
This was just the beginning.
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END OF CHAPTER : 199 : MY REWARD!
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