Rika stirred in the afterglow, her fingers twitching against Shin's back, nails lightly grazing his skin as if confirming he was still there—still buried deep inside her, still wrapped around her like warmth she never wanted to lose.
The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat and love, and even though her body trembled like a leaf caught in the wind, she didn't want to move. She just wanted him closer.
Shin's breath was slow and steady against her cheek, but the smirk tugging at his lips said more than the calm in his eyes. His fingers brushed down her side, trailing over the curve of her waist, then slipping behind her to rest on her bare ass.
"You know…" he said, voice low and wicked, "you looked so damn hot on all fours."
Rika's face, already flushed, deepened in color.
Shin chuckled softly and kissed her temple, then leaned close to whisper into her ear, "First time taking it back there, and you were still moaning like you needed more."
Her eyes flew open, mortified. "Shin!"
"Mmm?" he hummed innocently, nibbling her earlobe. "Or should I say… Anata?"
Her heart skipped violently, her stomach flipping. "I-I didn't mean to say that…"
"You screamed it, Rika." His voice was positively gleeful. "Over and over. 'Anata! Anata!' Like your whole soul forgot my name and only remembered I was yours."
She groaned and buried her face in his chest. "Stop teasing me…"
"Oh no, no, no," he purred, shifting slightly, pressing his hips forward so she felt just how ready he was again, still inside her. "You don't get to be that incredible and not get teased."
He kissed her nose. "You were on your hands and knees, ass up, begging me to push deeper. And when I did, you sobbed, Haa-Chan."
Rika whimpered, squirming under him, torn between embarrassment and arousal all over again.
"And your voice…" Shin whispered, licking the shell of her ear. "So raw, so wrecked… the way you gasped every time I moved. You kept trying to say please, but all that came out was broken cries."
"I hate you," she muttered, red-faced.
He laughed. "You were calling me Anata with tears in your eyes, Rika. Don't pretend you hated any of it."
She shuddered as his fingers slid back between her thighs, teasing lightly, drawing another shaky breath from her lips.
"I think you loved it," he said, voice dark and low. "Loved the way I filled you. The stretch. The fullness. The way I didn't stop even after you collapsed forward."
Rika covered her face. "You're the worst."
"Correction." He grinned. "I'm the best. And you? You were so fucking sexy. That moment—when you looked back at me, cheeks flushed, lips parted, tears in your eyes—and whispered 'Anata… please'… I almost lost it right there."
She whimpered again, heart thundering.
"But I didn't," he added proudly. "I held on. I kept going. Because I wanted you to feel every inch. I wanted to wreck you properly."
"You did," she whispered hoarsely. "You completely ruined me…"
Shin smiled gently at that, lowering his lips to kiss her softly—nowhere near done teasing, but giving her a moment to breathe.
"You're still clenching around me," he murmured against her lips. "Even now."
"I-It's your fault…"
"I know," he grinned. "And I'm proud of it."
He kissed her again, this time deeper, and she melted into him, her arms looping around his neck instinctively.
"I still can't believe you took me like that," he whispered when he broke the kiss. "Your first anal, and you didn't hesitate."
"You were gentle," she mumbled, nuzzling into his shoulder. "You kept kissing me… holding me…"
"I always will," he promised. "Every time. Whether you're crying my name or whispering 'Anata' like I'm your everything."
Rika gasped softly, eyes glistening again. "You are…"
Shin exhaled, brushing his nose against hers. "You say that, and I want to do it all over again."
Her thighs tensed, her body still sensitive, but the hunger returned. "Then… do it."
He blinked, surprised. "Again? After all that?"
"I want to feel you again," she whispered, barely audible. "Even if I can't move tomorrow… even if I cry again… I want you, Anata."
His heart clenched. And just like that, teasing turned into reverence again.
Shin kissed her—slow, deep, and full of unspoken promises. "Then I'll be gentle again. This time, I'll hold you the whole way."
He rolled her onto her side, pulling her close, their bodies pressed tightly together as he moved inside her once more—slow, smooth, intimate.
She gasped, and he cradled her face, wiping the tears from her lashes with his thumb.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, Anata…" she breathed.
And as the rhythm built again, slow and deliberate, Shin kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
He made love to her like it was the first time.
He made love to her like it was the last.
Every moan she gave, he caught in a kiss. Every tremble, he soothed with gentle touches. Every time her voice broke, he murmured her name.
Rika came again, quiet this time—just a shudder, a whimper, a weak grasp of his hand as her body clenched around him in soft surrender.
Shin followed soon after, burying his face in her hair, his release spilling into her with a long groan. His arms never loosened. If anything, they tightened.
And when it was over, when all that was left was breath and warmth and a mess of love between them, Rika turned in his embrace and smiled, her lashes fluttering.
"Still teasing me?" she asked sleepily.
Shin chuckled. "Maybe tomorrow."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
She nestled against him, completely spent.
And as they drifted together, tangled in each other, his voice whispered against her ear—
"Anata suits you."
She smiled.
And slept with his name on her lips.
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END OF CHAPTER : 201 : ANATA... AGAIN!
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