Aiko trembled against him, her breath hitching as his tongue lazily traced around her nipple again. Her body was boneless, spent—but the heat in Shin's voice stirred something deep inside her. A flicker of guilt, a flutter of affection, and a flash of possessive joy.
"They do," she whispered. "Even if he cuddles them like a pillow... they only ache for you."
Shin chuckled darkly, wrapping one arm around her waist and tugging her closer. "That little brat doesn't even know what he's touching."
She smiled faintly. "He's innocent. Sweet."
"And I'm not?"
"You're..." Aiko bit her lip. "You're everything. You take me apart. Put me back together. Make me beg. Make me burn."
Shin's smirk returned, fingers running down the curve of her spine. "Then let's see how much more you can burn, Haa-chan."
She gasped softly as he shifted her, pulling her over his lap. He leaned down, teeth grazing the back of her neck.
"Tell me something." His voice was low again—dangerous. "If I wasn't here… would you have let him do more?"
Aiko froze, fingers curling into the towel beneath them.
"Answer me," he murmured against her skin.
She shivered, heart pounding. "...I don't know."
"Wrong answer." His hand landed firmly on her backside—not hard, not cruel, but enough to sting. Her breath hitched.
"Try again," he whispered.
She swallowed hard. "I… I wouldn't have. I couldn't."
"But you thought about it." His hand trailed lower, teasing between her legs again. "Didn't you?"
"…Maybe," she admitted in a small voice. "When he held me… and he kissed my chest… just a little… I wondered."
Shin's grip tightened.
"But I didn't let it go further," she added quickly, looking back at him, her voice desperate. "Because I kept thinking of you. Of your hands. Your mouth. The way you say my name when I fall apart."
He studied her a moment longer, then leaned in and kissed her shoulder softly. "Good girl."
Relief flooded her body—but it was short-lived.
Because the next second, he was inside her again.
She moaned loudly, her body jolting as he filled her once more, slow and deep, the stretch making her see stars even after everything they'd just done. Her legs opened wider on instinct, her back arching into him.
"You need this, don't you?" he growled against her neck. "Not soft kisses. Not innocent cuddles. You need to be ruined."
"Yes," she whimpered. "Yes, yes, I need you—Taa-kun—!"
He held her tightly, his thrusts slow and punishing now, each one drawn out to the brink of madness. His hand slid around her throat, not choking—but pressing, holding, owning.
"You're mine, Haa-chan. Even when you're holding him like a mother, your body still remembers who it really belongs to."
She nodded frantically, unable to form words anymore. Her body clenched around him, drawing him deeper, her cries growing hoarser with each thrust.
"And don't forget it next time you let that little prince sleep between your breasts all night."
Aiko sobbed out a laugh. "I won't—I promise—Taa-kun, I'm sorry…!"
"Sorry's not enough."
He shifted her forward slightly, pushing her face down while lifting her hips, taking her deeper still. She gasped, her fingers scrabbling for something to hold onto.
"Say it," he demanded, voice sharp and possessive. "Say who owns you."
"You do!" she cried. "You do—Taa-kun—only you!"
"And who do these tits belong to?"
"You! T-Taa-kun, only you—always you!"
"And this perfect little pussy?"
Her whole body jerked. "You—Taa-kun—fuck, yes, it's yours—!"
Her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train.
She screamed, trembling violently, her eyes rolling back as pleasure overtook every inch of her. He growled, gripping her hips and thrusting into her with punishing force now, chasing his own climax.
When he came inside her again, it was with a deep groan, his arms wrapped tight around her waist, his face buried in her neck. His release pulsed hot and thick, spilling into her in waves.
They collapsed together on the floor again, both panting, barely able to move.
Silence stretched between them, filled only by the faint sound of the water still dripping from the showerhead.
Finally, Aiko stirred.
"...You're crazy," she whispered hoarsely, lips brushing his ear.
Shin smirked, not even opening his eyes. "You love it."
"I do," she admitted, nuzzling into his chest again. "I love you."
His arms wrapped tighter around her.
"I love you too, Haa-chan."
Then, after a pause:
"But next time, if I find Asahi on your tits again, I'm tying you up and letting Rika watch while I make you scream."
Aiko giggled weakly. "...Kinky."
"Serious," he muttered, half-asleep now. "I'll even let Yuki hold the camera."
"Taa-kun!" she gasped in mock horror, swatting his chest—then burst into laughter.
Shin's breath was still ragged when he shifted under her, one hand running possessively over the curve of her rear, then sliding upward along her spine. Aiko was limp, dazed, her face buried against his chest, her skin flushed and sticky, still trembling from the last orgasm he ripped from her.
But his voice—low, gravel-edged, hungry—sent another jolt straight through her.
"I'm not down," he growled, eyes dark as they locked onto hers. "Not even close."
"T-Taa-kun…!" she gasped, already breathless again.
"You think I can stop when you moan like that?" His fingers slid between her legs once more, stroking her with slow, deliberate pressure that made her thighs twitch and her toes curl. "When you melt and sob my name like I'm the only thing that matters?"
"I-It's because you are…" she whimpered. "You are—ahhn—Taa-kun…!"
Shin chuckled, wicked and warm, as her hips jerked against his hand. "You make sounds like a goddamn song, Haa-chan… and every note tells me how much you need me."
Her answer was a long, broken moan. "Taa-kun, I can't—I'm so full, I'm still full—"
"You say that," he murmured, slipping two fingers inside her and curling them slowly, "but your body's begging for more. You're still clenching. Still dripping."
She let out a strangled cry, grabbing his wrist but not stopping him. "I'm sensitive… I'll break…"
He leaned in, kissing her ear. "Then break for me."
"Aaah! T-Taa-kun!"
Her moans tumbled from her lips like confessions, each one louder than the last, raw and beautiful and soaked in need. She writhed against him, caught in the unbearable mix of pain and pleasure, her body betrayed by how much it craved him.
"You're louder than usual," he said with a teasing smirk. "Not that I'm complaining. You sound so fucking pretty when you moan like that. Think the whole neighborhood heard you scream my name just now?"
She bit her lip, face burning. "I-I can't help it! You were so deep, and your voice—when you said I was yours—Taa-kun…!"
"I am yours!" she cried suddenly, hands curling against his chest. "I am—your girl, your toy, your everything—just don't stop—!"
His fingers withdrew slowly, making her shudder, and then he turned her onto her back again, sliding between her legs with maddening slowness. He looked down at her with a gaze full of heat and hunger and affection.
"Let me ask you something, Haa-chan…" he murmured, stroking her flushed cheek. "You make so much noise for me… so messy, so needy, like you were made just to be ruined by me."
"I-I was," she whispered. "I was made to be yours—!"
He grinned darkly. "You moan like that for anyone else?"
Her eyes widened. "N-No! Never!"
"Not even a little?" He traced the tip of his cock along her slick entrance, watching her tremble. "Not even for your sweet little prince when he touched your chest?"
She gasped. "T-Taa-kun!"
"Tell me," he said softly, but firmly. "Tell me how you moan for him. Compare it."
"I d-don't!" she said, breath hitching as the tip pressed inside. "I never moan for anyone like I do for you! Not even close!"
"But you did make a sound when he kissed your chest, didn't you?"
Her body jerked as he slid in slowly, inch by inch, forcing her to feel every stretch, every pulse.
"Y-Yes—ahhh—just a tiny one—it wasn't even like this—!"
"Like what?"
"Like this," she moaned, eyes fluttering. "Like I'm gonna die if you stop—Taa-kun, you're inside—so deep—I can't—!"
He pressed down over her, chest against hers, lips brushing hers with a dark smile. "You moan like a slut when I touch you, Haa-chan."
"I-I know," she sobbed. "I am one—yours—I want to be your slut—just don't stop, please—!"
Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in deeper, her back arching as he started to move. Every thrust now was slow, deliberate, like he wanted to carve his name into her with every inch.
"Say it," he growled. "Say I'm the only one who gets to hear you like this."
"You are! You are! Taa-kun—only you make me scream—only you make me beg like this—!"
"And if someone else tried to touch you?"
"I'd cry," she sobbed. "I'd cry and scream for you—because it's wrong—it's not you—!"
His lips claimed hers fiercely, and then he broke the kiss just enough to whisper against her mouth.
"Good girl."
She sobbed out his name again, her entire body taut and overwhelmed. "Taa-kun—Taa-kun—I'm gonna—ahhn—Taa-kun!"
"Let go," he urged. "Come again. I want to feel you break one more time."
She screamed as her orgasm hit, writhing beneath him, mouth open in a silent cry before sobs poured out. Her body convulsed under him, her nails dragging down his back, her cries endless.
He groaned, hips slamming harder into her as she clenched around him, dragging him to the edge.
When he came again, it was with a loud, guttural sound, arms around her as if he'd shatter too if he let go. Hot and deep, he filled her once more.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sweat, bodies trembling, breaths uneven and ragged.
This time, it was Shin who laughed first—soft, dazed.
"You really do scream louder for me."
Aiko could only whimper, her body limp, her throat raw. "M-My voice is gone…"
"Good," he murmured, kissing her neck. "Then you can't moan for anyone else tonight."
She laughed weakly through her exhaustion. "Sadist…"
"You love it," he replied, smiling.
"…I do."
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END OF CHAPTER : 187 : AGAIN...
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