(10:00 AM – 10:30 AM)
By the time the shower water began to cool, neither of them noticed—too consumed in each other, too tangled in the primal rhythm that had overtaken them. Shin lifted Aiko effortlessly from the wall, water dripping from their bodies as he carried her out of the stall. Her legs still clung around his waist, her lips finding his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin, her teeth gently grazing his flesh.
He didn't dry her. He didn't pause.
He slammed her down onto the bathroom sink counter with a thud, her back arching against the mirror, breath catching in her throat as her soaked hair stuck to the glass behind her.
"Taa-kun—!" she cried, voice already hoarse and throat raw from all the moaning.
But Shin didn't give her time to adjust. His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a savage force that made her entire body jolt. The porcelain beneath her creaked in protest. The wet slaps of skin on skin echoed sharply in the tiled room. There was nothing gentle anymore.
Only the beast he'd become for her.
"Say it again," Shin growled lowly, his voice vibrating against her lips as he leaned in close, pressing her thighs wider open. "Say you're mine, Haa-chan."
"I'm yours!" Aiko screamed, eyes rolling back, toes curling as he drove so deep it felt like he was touching her soul. "Only yours, Taa-kun! Always—!"
His grip tightened on her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Aiko's hands clawed at his shoulders, then up into his wet, messy hair, pulling him into a wild kiss—tongues fighting, lips bruising. Her cries came faster now, broken into high-pitched sobs of pleasure with every violent, relentless thrust.
"Mine," Shin growled again, each thrust punctuated by the word, each deeper than the last. "Mine. Mine. Mine."
Aiko trembled uncontrollably, her moans cut off by her inability to even speak. Her body quivered beneath his, her skin flushed and marked from his hands, from his mouth, from the way he'd claimed her again and again.
And then, with a roar that sounded half-animal, half-man, Shin lifted her off the counter again—still buried inside her—and dropped down onto the warm bathroom rug with her in his lap.
She collapsed against his chest, but he didn't stop.
He grabbed her hips and began lifting her up and down, forcing her to ride him, each bounce timed with a rough slam from below. The soft slap of her wet skin meeting his echoed louder now in the quiet aftermath of the storming shower. Her breasts bounced freely, cheeks flushed, eyes barely able to focus.
"Aaah! Taa-kun, I—I'm gonna—!"
"Do it," he whispered into her ear. "Let it all go, Haa-chan. On me. For me."
Her hands flew to his chest, nails raking down his pecs as her entire body spasmed around him. The tightness of her inner walls gripped him like a vice, milking every inch of him, trembling as she let go in a long, desperate cry. Her climax hit her like a crashing wave, leaving her a shuddering, breathless mess.
But Shin wasn't done.
Even as her body convulsed, he flipped her over on the rug, chest pressed to the soft towel beneath them. He yanked her hips back into the air, her knees spread and face flushed against the bath mat, hair a soaked halo around her. She gasped, but didn't resist—offering herself up with a needy whimper, eyes fluttering back as he thrust into her from behind.
"Beast…" she whispered, voice trembling. "My beautiful, horrible beast…"
Shin snarled softly, gripping her waist and drilling into her with an unholy rhythm, each slam shaking her entire frame. His balls slapped against her with each thrust, the lewd sound matched only by the wet moans that spilled from her lips.
His hand slid up her back, then tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as he leaned over her again.
"You're going to remember this forever," he hissed into her ear, his voice husky, ragged. "Every morning you wake up sore. Every time you sit down and feel it. It'll be me. My mark. Inside you."
"Yes! Taa-kun—yes!" she cried, completely undone now. "Make me yours! Ruin me!"
He was close. She could feel it. The way his rhythm faltered just slightly. The way his hands clutched her tighter.
And then, with one last, brutal thrust that had her seeing stars, he spilled deep inside her, groaning through clenched teeth as wave after wave crashed through him. She felt it—the heat, the fullness, the pulsing—filling her completely.
They both collapsed, breathing ragged, skin flushed and coated in sweat despite the cooling air around them.
Aiko turned her face slightly to look back at him, her smile soft and satisfied, despite the tears that clung to the corners of her eyes from the sheer intensity.
"I love you so much, Taa-kun…" she whispered, voice barely audible.
Shin kissed her shoulder, then her neck, then her temple.
"I know," he whispered. "I love you too, Haa-chan. So much it's terrifying."
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The world was still. Just the sound of their heavy breaths and the slow drip of water from the showerhead filled the steamy silence.
Aiko lay sprawled across Shin's lap on the soft bathroom rug, trembling faintly. Her cheeks were flushed, skin marked with little red reminders of his love, her soaked bangs clinging to her forehead. She didn't speak. She didn't need to. Her face was pressed into Shin's bare chest, lips brushing lightly against his skin as she breathed him in.
He leaned back against the cool wall, one hand gently stroking her damp hair while the other rested on the curve of her lower back. His chest still rose and fell with lingering exertion, but there was a smirk tugging at his lips.
"You're quiet now, Haa-chan," he murmured, brushing his lips against the crown of her head. "What happened to all those wild moans and screams, huh?"
Aiko gave a soft whimper and snuggled in closer, nuzzling his chest like a sleepy kitten trying to hide from the morning sun. Her legs curled beside his hips, her arms looped lazily around his torso, and her breasts pressed firmly against him as if she never wanted to move again.
"I'm… s-sorry," she whispered weakly, her voice still hoarse and breathy.
Shin chuckled, low and smug.
"Sorry? For what?" he teased, tilting her chin up so he could see her flushed face. "Because you can't keep up with me? Come on, you're gonna hurt my pride."
Aiko pouted softly and looked away, burying her cheek deeper into his chest. "You're too much, Taa-kun…"
His grin widened. "Too much? This 'too much' Shin still hasn't finished. But you? You were shaking before I even went all in."
Her cheeks darkened further as she whimpered again and shook her head against him. "Taa-kun… stop teasing…"
"Mm-mm, not happening." He kissed the top of her head, then leaned close, his voice a sensual whisper in her ear. "My Ai could go all day and night—without a break. She knows how to keep me satisfied for hours. Even when she comes ten times, she still begs for more. All those different positions… different holes… everything."
Aiko let out a tiny gasp and clung to him tighter, her hands fisting against his back. Her thighs clenched unconsciously, and her body shivered as she sat upright in his lap, pressing herself fully against him—her forehead resting just below his collarbone.
"You sibling are beasts," she mumbled, half in awe, half in sulky defeat. "I can't keep up with either of you…"
Shin laughed again, one arm snaking around her waist to hold her close. He looked down at her with playful eyes.
"But with a body like yours?" he said, tracing a finger slowly down the curve of her spine. "It's supposed to be no contest, Haa-chan. You've got the kind of figure that's supposed to drain a man dry. Those hips? Those boobs?" He squeezed her side teasingly. "Ai's not even close."
Aiko's face turned scarlet. She let out a quiet, breathy huff and pressed her face deeper against his chest, now completely hiding.
"How should I know?" she mumbled into his skin, clearly flustered. "Maybe it's because I actually feel everything so deeply. I'm not made for this kind of madness, Taa-kun…"
Shin kissed her temple and smiled.
"You're adorable when you're all pouty and tired," he whispered. "Like a little animal that got hunted too hard."
He shifted slightly, dragging them both lower onto the warm rug until they were lying side by side, limbs tangled, her leg draped over his hips, her cheek still pressed to his chest.
"I still remember when you used to blush just from holding hands," he said, gently brushing his fingers over her cheek. "Now look at you… completely wrecked and still clinging to me like I'm oxygen."
Aiko gave a soft, sleepy smile and tightened her hold on him again.
"You are my oxygen," she said quietly. "I love you so much, Taa-kun… it's stupid how much I do."
Shin tilted her face up, just enough to steal a slow, lingering kiss from her lips. A tender kiss—deep but not urgent, more like an affirmation than a craving.
When they parted, he looked at her again, eyes softer this time. "You think I don't know that? Haa-chan… if you weren't so damn cute, I wouldn't keep wanting you like this."
Aiko pressed a trail of small kisses across his collarbone, then sighed.
"…You're going to kill me at this rate," she mumbled into his skin.
He smirked. "Guess I'll have to take responsibility."
They lay there for a while, warm skin against skin, the bathroom air slowly cooling. Aiko's breathing slowed, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his chest. Shin kept one hand on the small of her back, the other threading through her damp hair.
Eventually, Aiko shifted a little, rubbing her cheek against his chest like a cat marking her spot.
"…Don't ever stop teasing me," she whispered.
"I won't," Shin promised. "But only because you make the cutest faces when you're flustered."
"Idiot," she mumbled—but her smile gave her away.
And in that quiet aftermath, still glowing from heat and affection, they didn't need anything else.
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END OF CHAPTER : 189 : LIKE A BEAST...
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