Not even a gasp when Asahi sleeps on your chest?"
Aiko flushed crimson. "N-no! I mean—maybe I twitch a little, but it's not the same, Taa-kun! It's never the same!"
Shin chuckled, leaning down, brushing his lips along the line of her jaw. "Good. Because I want all of it—every sound, every shiver, every drop."
He kissed her deeply, hungrily, swallowing her moan as his body pressed against hers again. She whimpered into his mouth as she felt him hardening once more, thick and hot against her thigh.
"T-Taa-kun… you're still—"
"Damn right I am." His hand slid into her hair, tugging her head back just slightly, his voice low and commanding. "And you're going to take care of it."
Aiko blinked up at him, dazed, cheeks red and lips parted. "You want me to…?"
"Blow me, Haa-chan." His tone left no room for hesitation. "I want to see you on your knees, with that pretty mouth wrapped around me. Take your time. Ten minutes. Make me feel it."
Her breath hitched. Her body was sore, aching—but her heart pounded with excitement, heat rushing back into her veins at the raw desire in his eyes.
She nodded slowly. "Yes, Taa-kun…"
He leaned back against the nearby wall, settling into a half-reclined position, legs parted. Aiko crawled toward him, her eyes locked to his. She felt small under his gaze—owned, cherished, craved. The towel around her hips slid off as she moved, baring her again, but she didn't care. She was already his in every way that mattered.
She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his length with reverence, feeling the heat and pulse of him in her hand. He was still slick with her, twitching in her grip.
Shin groaned low in his throat. "Good girl… go slow. I want to feel everything."
Aiko lowered her head, her lips brushing the tip before she kissed it softly, lovingly. Then, inch by inch, she slid him into her mouth.
His hand immediately found her hair, threading through it, not guiding—just holding. Claiming.
Aiko moaned softly around him, her tongue circling the head as she took more, her lips tight around his shaft. She bobbed her head slowly, her hand stroking what she couldn't reach, using every trick she'd ever learned from him, every moan he'd ever coaxed from her, as guidance.
Shin hissed through his teeth, his grip tightening just slightly. "That's it, baby… just like that…"
Her movements were steady, worshipful. The heat of him filled her mouth, heavy and hot, and she moaned again as he twitched on her tongue. Each sound she made vibrated against him, drawing another quiet grunt from his chest.
She glanced up at him, her eyes glossy and wide, lips stretched around him, cheeks hollowing as she sucked deeper.
"Fuck, Haa-chan…" he groaned. "You look so good like this. My girl. On her knees. Taking me like she lives for it."
Aiko whimpered around him, her pace increasing slightly. Her thighs rubbed together, still aching, still wet. Her mouth moved with slow, controlled rhythm, and every time he groaned, she shivered in delight.
Minutes passed. His muscles tensed. She could feel the subtle changes—the way his hips shifted, the way his breaths grew shorter, the growl building in his throat.
"Almost there…" he warned, voice rough. "Don't you dare stop—"
She sucked harder, faster, her hand stroking the base, her tongue teasing the underside. He let out a deep, guttural growl, and then—
He came.
Aiko moaned as he pulsed in her mouth, hot and thick, filling her throat. She swallowed without hesitation, her eyes fluttering closed, savoring the taste, the sound of his pleasure, the way his fingers clenched in her hair.
When it was over, she licked him clean, gently, lovingly, before pulling back with a breathless sigh.
Shin was panting, watching her with heavy-lidded eyes. He looked wrecked. Satisfied.
But then he smirked.
"You're not done either."
Aiko blinked, lips still wet. "Taa-kun…?"
He leaned forward, grabbing her waist, and in one swift motion, lifted her back onto his lap, lining himself up again.
"I told you," he whispered darkly, kissing her hard, "I'm not done yet."
And just like that, he thrust back inside her, deep and slow and possessive.
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The warm water beat down from above, steam curling around their bodies as Shin pinned Aiko to the tiled wall of the shower. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms looped around his neck as if letting go might shatter her.
"A-Aaah… Taa-kun…!" she cried, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls, high and breathy with euphoria.
Shin groaned into her neck, thrusting deeper, harder, his body slick against hers from sweat and water. Her cries only spurred him on—raw, unfiltered joy pouring from her lips. She arched her back with each thrust, her breasts bouncing against his chest, her nails dragging faint red trails down his back.
"I'm… I'm so happy," she gasped, her voice breaking between the pounding of their bodies. "I swear, if you ever became mine—if you ever said I could really be yours—I'd let you do anything to me. Anything, Taa-kun!"
Shin's breath caught at her words. His hands gripped her hips tighter. He kissed her deeply, hungrily—no space between them. Just heat and heartbeats. He thrust harder, deeper, drawing another scream from her as her head lolled back, bangs soaked and clinging to her flushed cheeks.
"You're mine," he growled against her lips. "And you'll stay mine."
Aiko whimpered as her body trembled, filled again and again. But even amid the chaos of pleasure, Shin's voice dipped into something softer, something thoughtful.
"I want you to keep having fun with A-Chan," he murmured between kisses to her collarbone, "but within limits, okay? He's really cute. He's a boy too."
Aiko blinked through the fog of lust, lips parted. Then she smiled sweetly, touching his cheek. "Of course. Obviously. He's the most adorable thing ever. My A-Chan… he's like my little son. But you… you're my Taa-kun. The one I want to live my life with."
Those words melted something inside him. He kissed her again, slower this time, tongue exploring her mouth as their hips kept moving. Aiko clung to him as if the world outside didn't matter. It didn't.
They stayed like that, wrapped in heat, water, and breathless declarations. Every time she gasped his name, every time he filled her and she cried out, it carved itself deeper into memory.
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END OF CHAPTER : 188 : THIS MORNING... YOU'RE ALL MINE!
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