Aiko's breath slowed, her heart still fluttering from the gentle suction on her chest. The room remained quiet, and the warmth beneath the blanket was thick with affection and something deeper—something unspoken, but growing.
She brushed Asahi's hair back again, whispering sweetly, "You're being such a good boy, A-Chan…"
Asahi didn't speak—but his little fingers twitched.
And then…
His lips paused—his eyes lifting to meet hers, cheeks flushed scarlet. Still pressed between her breasts, he murmured, barely audible, "...Can I try the other one too, Amu-Chan?"
Aiko's heart stopped—then melted all over again.
She chuckled softly, her voice sultry but full of warmth. "You really are becoming bold, aren't you?"
Asahi didn't respond verbally. He just gave a little nod, the kind a child gives when they think they might be asking for too much—but are still hoping.
"Of course," Aiko whispered, guiding his head gently. "Go ahead, baby."
He moved slowly, cautiously shifting his lips to the other side. Aiko adjusted her body for him—pressing her chest out with care, cradling the back of his head so he wouldn't need to reach too far.
When his lips latched onto the new peak, slightly damp and sensitive, she gasped—softly—her thighs shifting beneath the covers.
"Mmm… You're getting better at this already…"
Asahi suckled a bit harder this time. There was a new determination in his movements, something more than innocent curiosity now. He was still blushing, still quiet, but his hands had grown braver—one now cupping the breast he'd just left, like he couldn't bear to stop touching it.
He squeezed gently. Tentatively.
Aiko moaned under her breath. Her hand stroked down his back again, and this time, she let her fingers slide lower—past the curve of his waist, down the arch of his hip, resting just at the top of his soft, bare backside.
Not pushing. Just holding.
Just feeling.
Asahi whimpered lightly, then began to alternate between suckling and gently licking. His tongue was warm, slow, leaving small trails that made Aiko shiver. The combination was maddening. Innocent and yet so intimate it made her toes curl.
"You really are my little pervy octopus," she whispered teasingly. "Is this revenge for earlier, hmm?"
Asahi nuzzled into her, not answering—but his arms slipped around her waist more tightly, and his legs tangled further with hers. She could feel how warm his little body had gotten—how much he enjoyed being against her, held, accepted, and adored.
"I feel it…" she murmured against his ear. "Your heartbeat… so fast…"
Asahi lifted his head briefly, his voice barely a breath. "...Because you're hugging me so close…"
Aiko chuckled again, squeezing him with both arms now, her lips brushing his forehead in a soft kiss. "Of course I am. I never want to let go…"
Asahi hesitated.
Then, in the softest voice she'd ever heard from him, he said, "...I love this… I love you, Amu-Chan…"
Aiko's heart swelled again—this time dangerously.
She kissed the top of his head, eyes misty.
"I love you too, my sweet A-Chan."
His mouth returned to her breast, suckling again—but this time his hands slid lower. One settled on her hip, the other just under her ribs. His fingers were shy, tracing her soft skin, exploring. He wasn't rough—he was just… curious. Affectionate.
Intimate.
And Aiko let him.
She let him because he wasn't doing it out of lust—he was doing it from pure love.
Love for his Onii-Chan. Love for her. Love for this warmth they shared.
Aiko's body trembled slightly under his touch—not because she was overwhelmed—but because she was so full, so alive, so complete in that moment, lying skin to skin with this innocent, bold, and loving boy who had carved out a space inside her heart.
She whispered into his ear, voice barely audible:
"Keep going… until you fall asleep in my arms, like my perfect little baby…"
Asahi nodded slowly, his mouth never leaving her. His eyes fluttered, heavy now—but his movements continued.
Bolder.
Slower.
Loving.
And soon, his rhythm softened. His suckling grew lighter. His fingers rested.
He drifted off.
Aiko held him tighter, wrapping herself around him, cheek pressed to his head.
"My sweet little octopus…" she whispered one last time. "You really are mine now…"
And with that, she finally closed her eyes too.
Drifting into the warmth, the quiet, the soft sound of breathing in the dark…
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END OF CHAPTER : 185 : UNTIL HE SLEEPS... AGAIN!
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