She lay on her side, facing away from the others—her soft bare back exposed for a second before she carefully adjusted the blanket to cover her. Asahi, already snuggled close under the same blanket, blinked up at her with his innocent, round eyes.
She met his gaze gently, her voice a whisper so quiet only he could hear.
"…You can continue now, my naughty little octopus."
Asahi's cheeks flushed a soft pink. His head tilted in confusion. "But… didn't you just say I couldn't anymore?"
Aiko giggled softly, reaching up to brush her fingers through his silver hair, tucking one rebellious strand behind his ear. She tugged him a little closer, her ample breasts pressing softly into his warm cheeks again, cradling his head like he belonged there.
"That's because Taa-Kun might've gotten jealous," she whispered, her lips brushing close to his temple. "I am one of his girlfriends, after all."
Asahi blinked at her. "Won't this still make him jealous…?"
His voice was so soft, so genuinely concerned, so pure, that Aiko's chest swelled with affection all over again.
She leaned forward, nuzzling his forehead. "You're his adorable little brother, A-Chan. He'll let it slide."
"…Slide?" Asahi echoed innocently.
"Mmhm," Aiko nodded, whispering against his hair. "Right after he punishes me~"
Asahi tilted his head. "Punish…?"
Aiko couldn't help the laugh that spilled out. Her fingers slid down his cheeks to cup his jaw gently, her voice dipping into a playfully maternal tone. "It's an adult thing, baby. Don't worry your sweet head about it. You just have fun."
Asahi's lips formed a silent 'o,' though his face turned a bit red.
"…Okay," he mumbled, cheeks puffed slightly with determination. He wriggled closer, nose brushing against the softness of her chest again, arms slipping around her waist.
Aiko moaned softly in delight, wrapping her arms around him like he was the most precious thing in the world. She pulled the blanket over both of them completely, cocooning their bodies in warmth, soft skin pressed to soft skin. Her legs tangled loosely with his tiny ones.
"Go on then, little octopus," she cooed warmly. "Make Amu-chan proud."
Asahi needed no more encouragement.
His lips brushed against her breast again, shy at first—but she stroked the back of his head encouragingly, and soon he latched on, suckling softly with slow, tentative movements.
Aiko's body responded instantly—her back arching ever so slightly, a long, warm sigh escaping her lips. Her hand moved to cradle his head, guiding his rhythm with gentle pressure.
"Mmm… that's it, A-Chan…" she whispered, stroking his hair. "So warm… so good…"
Her thighs shifted beneath the blanket as he continued, his lips making quiet, wet sounds. One of his hands rose between them again—his fingers seeking out the soft swell of her other breast. He was gentle, cautious, but with that same innocent curiosity from before.
Aiko smiled through her haze of affection, the corner of her lip twitching up. Her fingers stroked down his spine, coaxing him closer.
"That's right," she purred. "Pinch it like earlier… mmm~ you remember just how, don't you…?"
Asahi whimpered slightly, not out of fear—but from sheer concentration.
He remembered.
His fingers slowly, delicately closed around her nipple, thumb brushing against the peak, and then—gently—he gave a small tug.
Aiko's breath hitched.
"G-Good boy…"
She swore if she had milk, he would've already been nursing like a newborn.
No—he was like a newborn.
Her newborn.
Warm, innocent, flushed with love, and buried between her breasts like they were the only thing in the world that mattered. She looked down at him—those bright eyes half-lidded, cheeks rosy, lips suckling, completely focused on her and her alone.
It melted her.
Every inch of her heart turned to syrup.
"Just like that," she whispered shakily, brushing her nose against his temple, "my perfect little baby octopus…"
He didn't answer—he was too focused. But his hands grew bolder. His cheeks brushed her chest with every movement. His legs tangled around hers unconsciously. And Aiko…
Aiko let it happen.
She held him like a mother. Kissed him like a lover. Smiled like a goddess watching her most precious creation fall asleep in her arms.
And still, under the heavy blanket, the rest of the room slumbered.
Shin shifted once in his sleep, brow twitching like he knew something was happening behind him.
But he didn't wake.
Because deep down, even in dreams, he trusted Aiko.
Even if he'd later punish her lovingly for it.
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END OF CHAPTER : 184 : AFTER THE STORM, THE OCTOPUS RETURNS!
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