The clock had just ticked past 7:00 PM, the golden light of sunset spilling softly through the curtains of Aiko and Asahi's shared room. The faint, amber hue painted the walls and shimmered off the fluttering white curtains like a tender lullaby wrapping the whole room in a warm embrace.
Aiko slowly blinked her eyes open.
She felt it first—his warmth. His tiny, soft body pressed tightly against hers, as if he was trying to melt into her. Asahi. Her A-Chan.
Her heart skipped quietly in her chest.
He was curled up like a kitten, face stuffed right between her bare breasts, his cheeks squished into her skin. One of her arms instinctively rested around his back, gently petting it in slow strokes, and his little arms… they were still wrapped around her chest, tiny fingers clasping the sides of her exposed breasts, squeezing them lightly even in his sleep.
Aiko didn't even blush. She just smiled.
Because that smile was one only a mother—or someone who loved like one—could wear.
"…A-Chan…" she whispered softly, brushing a few strands of black hair from his face. "You're always clinging so close when you nap."
Asahi didn't respond immediately, his breath still slow and even. His lips were lightly parted, a soft puff of warm air brushing over her skin. Aiko looked down at him, her heart fluttering as it always did when she saw that ridiculously cute face.
That face.
That absurdly feminine, doll-like, beautiful face with those long lashes and those soft pink lips. He looked like he belonged in an angel's painting. It was hard to believe someone so adorable existed. Harder still to believe that he was Shin's younger brother.
And yet… she loved him too much.
Her fingers caressed his cheek gently, then leaned forward to kiss the center of his forehead with infinite tenderness. Another kiss followed, right on his cheek. She couldn't help herself. Not when he looked so peaceful, so impossibly sweet.
That was enough to stir him.
"Mnnnn… Nnhhh…"
Asahi shifted just slightly, nose nuzzling deeper into her chest, arms tightening a little more around her boobs. His voice came out soft and muffled against her skin, thick with sleep.
"…Amu-Chan… warm…"
Aiko giggled softly, one hand stroking the back of his head while the other pulled the blanket a bit higher to cover him.
"You're such a spoiled little thing, aren't you…?" she cooed.
Asahi nuzzled again, then finally peeked his eyes open just a little. His lashes fluttered, and he looked up at her through sleepy, blurry eyes—his gaze filled with unguarded love and contentment.
"…Amu-Chan…" he murmured, his lips brushing her skin, "I had a dream I was sleeping in heaven…"
Aiko chuckled, leaning in to press her forehead gently to his.
"Then you must've slept right through dinner, sleepyhead," she whispered. "Come on. Let's get up so Amu-Chan can help you brush before we eat."
Asahi blinked once. Twice.
Then, with a very deliberate little movement, he pressed his face back into her chest, arms locking tighter around her. One of his hands slowly moved upward, brushing over the soft swell of her breast, and gave it a gentle squeeze. The other hand crept around, pinching the opposite side with a sleepy kind of mischief.
Aiko's eyes widened just slightly.
"A-Chan…"
"…Mmm… but before that…"
His voice was so innocent and sleepy and sweet—and yet, the words that came next were anything but.
"…I wanna suck on Amu-Chan's nipples a bit…"
Aiko blinked.
Then she laughed softly, her voice full of fondness and amusement. She gently tapped his head with two fingers.
"You're turning into a little pervert just like your Onii-Chan, you know that?"
"…Mmmhm…"
He didn't deny it. He just opened his mouth and gently took one of her nipples in. Aiko gasped a little—not from pain, not even from embarrassment—but from the sheer, overwhelming tenderness of the moment.
Because even now…
Even now, as his lips gently suckled and his tiny tongue flicked over her nipple, as his other hand toyed and pinched the opposite one with clumsy, sleepy affection—Aiko's heart didn't race out of lust.
It bloomed.
Like a mother cradling her child. Like a girl loving too deeply. Like someone trying to hold the world's most delicate thing without breaking it.
"A-Chan…" she whispered again, brushing his hair back with trembling fingers. "You're so spoiled…"
Asahi looked up at her, his lips still clamped to her breast, his wide black eyes shimmering with a childish brightness.
"...But I love you, Amu-Chan."
"I know," she said softly, kissing his forehead again. "I love you too."
And she meant it.
Even as his lips suckled more earnestly, even as she felt the warm flicker of arousal rise slowly in her stomach, it was buried under layers and layers of maternal love, of affection so deep and rich it could cradle the stars.
"You're gonna ruin my boobs like this, you know…" she murmured with a giggle, stroking his cheek. "What if they sag by the time I'm twenty-two?"
"…I'll still love them…"
He mumbled the words into her skin, so muffled and sleepy and sincere that Aiko couldn't help but laugh again—this time, fully, warmly.
"You're really hopeless…"
But she let him continue.
She lay there, gently petting his hair while he suckled softly on her breast, and pinched the other one between his fingers, content like a baby fox cuddled up in the arms of the one he loved most.
There would be dinner soon. Brushing. Cleaning up. The others waiting in the next room.
But for now…
For just a few more minutes…
She would let herself be his world.
And he would stay curled up in hers.
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The room remained wrapped in silence, broken only by the occasional contented hum that escaped Asahi's lips as he suckled. Aiko lay still, her body relaxed, arms gently encircling him as her fingers continued to stroke the back of his soft black hair.
Her body reacted instinctively to his touch—his mouth tugging softly, almost rhythmically at her nipple, and his small fingers pinching and squeezing the other with clumsy determination. But it wasn't the kind of arousal that made her fluster or ashamed. It was something deeper, something warmer.
She didn't move. Didn't stop him.
Her chest rose and fell slowly, her breaths shallow and calm, her heart full in a way she couldn't explain. There was something about Asahi's complete trust—how he clung to her like he belonged there. How he nestled into her body like it was the safest place in the world. How he acted so unashamed, so free, even while doing something so… intimate.
Her eyes lingered on his flushed cheeks, the little noises he made, his lashes fluttering as he suckled harder for a moment, then gently again, as if testing her softness. The little glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
He was so… loving.
So deeply, stupidly loving.
And maybe that was what melted her the most.
"You really… don't even think about what you're doing sometimes, do you?" she whispered, brushing her thumb against his cheek as he continued. "Just like your Onii-Chan…"
Asahi paused only long enough to look up at her, his mouth still attached to her nipple, his big black eyes blinking slowly.
"...But Onii-Chan does this to you too, doesn't he?" he mumbled, lips still full. "So I wanna do it too..."
Aiko blushed, just a little. The way he said it—so casually, so adorably—it was impossible to stay mad at him. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed.
"You're copying him now?" she said softly, arching a brow.
"Mmhm…" Asahi gave one last gentle suck, then kissed the tip of her breast with an almost reverent sweetness before finally letting go. A little string of warmth connected his lips to her skin before it broke, and he nuzzled into her again like he was proud of himself. "Because I love Amu-Chan too…"
Aiko pulled him closer, holding him against her chest.
"I know you do," she whispered. "And I'll always let you stay close like this… as long as you need."
Asahi smiled, his fingers trailing along the curve of her breast again. "Then I'll stay forever."
Aiko couldn't help but giggle. "You're not even gonna leave room for Taa-Kun anymore?"
"Nope."
The way he said it was so certain, so direct, that Aiko laughed again. His tiny hands rested on her chest as he blinked sleepily up at her, utterly satisfied, as though this was the happiest place in the world.
"I guess we should really get up now," she murmured, slowly lowering her top over her breasts and tucking it back into place. "Dinner's waiting. Your tummy's probably empty again."
Asahi groaned and pressed himself more tightly against her.
"But I'm still tired…"
"You just slept for over an hour."
"But Amu-Chan's boobs are soft… and smell nice…" he mumbled.
Aiko froze.
Her cheeks flushed instantly as she smacked her hand lightly to her forehead. "You're seriously just like your brother. Are you sure you're the little one here?"
Asahi chuckled—a sleepy, mischievous sound—and leaned up slightly to kiss her cheek, then the tip of her nose.
"Just one more kiss before we brush?"
Aiko smiled, her heart too soft to resist. "Alright. Just one more."
He climbed up slightly and pressed his lips gently to her other cheek, his mouth touching in a soft, lingering peck. It wasn't passionate or heated. Just simple. Innocent. Full of love.
When he pulled back, his eyes sparkled. "Now I'm ready."
Aiko ran her fingers through his hair one last time, and they finally climbed out of bed together. She took his small hand in hers, leading him toward the bathroom. His footsteps were tiny compared to hers, but he held her hand tightly the whole way, glancing up at her with that same boyish smile that made her heart ache in the best way.
Inside the bathroom, she grabbed his tiny blue toothbrush—the one with the little shark design he liked—and put toothpaste on it.
"Say 'ahh,' A-Chan," she said playfully.
"Ahhhh~" Asahi opened his mouth wide like a puppy waiting for a treat, and Aiko began brushing his teeth with gentle, practiced motions.
He squirmed a little, making silly noises like always.
"Stop moving so much or I'll poke your tongue again," she warned with a teasing smile.
"But your boobs are jiggling every time you lean in," he mumbled through the foam. "It's distracting…"
"A-CHAN!"
Asahi giggled through the toothpaste as she flicked his forehead with a finger, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to make her point.
"You really are a little perv…" she sighed, shaking her head.
"But I'm your little perv," he said, grinning proudly with foam still around his lips.
Aiko groaned and used a towel to wipe his mouth clean. "I'm gonna regret spoiling you like this…"
"Nope," he sang sweetly, clinging to her arm.
Once his teeth were clean, she helped him rinse and dry off, then tugged him gently toward the kitchen.
And Aiko knew, without a doubt, that no matter what happened next—no matter how complicated her love for Shin became, or how twisted her heart got around the others—there would always be one constant:
Asahi.
Her precious, spoiled, impossibly cute little A-Chan.
The boy she would never be able to say no to.
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END OF CHAPTER : 216 : YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR ONII-CHAN?
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