The warm, late morning sun filtered into the kitchen through half-drawn curtains, casting a golden hue over the quiet, homey space—well, as quiet as it could be before Shin and Aiko's chaotic energy took over. It was already 11 AM, but considering the night (and morning) they'd all had, breakfast was fashionably late.
Shin stood in front of the stove in his full-length navy-blue sweatpants and a hoodie—one of those criminally handsome looks that didn't even try too hard, his dark messy hair still damp from the steamy morning shower he'd shared with Aiko.
Aiko, on the other hand, looked like she had absolutely stolen someone's wardrobe—and she had. Ai's off-shoulder top and shorts barely clung to Aiko's taller, curvier frame. Her toned stomach was exposed as the top struggled heroically against her bust, while the shorts hiked up scandalously around her thighs. She looked hot, but also like the fabric had gone to war and lost.
Shin turned from the sizzling pan, eyes sliding to Aiko with a smirk. "That outfit's working overtime, Haa-Chan."
Aiko raised an eyebrow while slicing fruit. "Is that so, Onii-Chan?" she teased, mimicking Ai's sultry tone with a wicked grin.
"Honestly…" Shin chuckled, eyes flickering down her body, "...I kinda wanna bend you over this counter and take you again."
Aiko gasped, mock-scandalized. "Now?! I have nothing left in me, you beast! You wrung me dry in the shower!"
Shin grinned wolfishly and leaned over to kiss her, lips stealing a soft moan from her throat. "Then I'll do it again. As much as I want."
Aiko gave him a light smack on the chest, giggling. "Take over the food before taking over me. Your eggs are about to commit suicide."
"Ah crap—" Shin whirled around, yanking the pan off the burner just in time.
A few minutes later, with the danger of breakfast being incinerated averted, Shin leaned sideways, pressing up against Aiko as she stirred a pot of miso soup.
"You know…" he said casually, as if asking about the weather, "why don't you bring your stuff over and just live here?"
Aiko froze, spoon mid-stir. Her eyes widened, and she slowly turned toward him. He was already watching her, the softest smile on his lips, that familiar warm gaze crinkling the corners of his eyes.
"Live… here? With you?" she asked, voice hushed.
"Mhm. With me. With the chaos. With the others. We've already made enough noise to scare the neighbors," he chuckled.
Aiko's heart fluttered in her chest like a caged bird. Tears welled up in her eyes. She nodded slowly. "I would love that, Taa-Kun… I really would."
Shin smirked, brushing a thumb under her teary eye. "Means I get to have fun with you whenever I want. Though not in front of Rika—she still lives with her folks."
"Pervert!" Aiko swatted his chest.
He caught her hand against his chest. "Your pervert."
And then, they kissed.
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Back in Shin's bedroom, things were still mostly quiet. The two beds—pushed together like an invitation for mayhem—were occupied by five very cuddly bodies.
Asahi lay nestled alone now, curled under the blanket like a dumpling, his little face still pressed adorably against the warm spot where Aiko's chest had been just hours earlier. He nuzzled deeper with a soft pout, letting out a dreamy little sigh. His hand twitched like it was still seeking the soft comfort he'd fallen asleep on.
Across from him, the second bed was tangled in limbs and heat. Ai lay on her side, her naked back pressing against Rika's bare chest. Rika had snuggled close in her sleep, arms loosely draped over Ai's waist. Their breaths mingled, soft and slow.
"Mmm… Onii-chan…" Ai mumbled, still half-dreaming, her fingers gently clutching the sheets.
A quiet giggle came from right in front of her. Rika, eyes still half-lidded with sleep, their foreheads almost touching, nuzzled into Ai's silky hair and whispered, "He left hours ago… with your Haa-Onee-Chan. Onii-san's probably making breakfast after… some morning cardio."
Ai groaned, her face scrunching adorably as she pulled Rika closer like a plush toy, their bodies pressing together under the blanket. Her arms wrapped lazily around Rika's neck, and she buried her face in the crook of it, lips brushing warm skin.
"Mou… I wanted cuddles too…" she muttered.
"You're getting them now," Rika whispered sweetly, her voice trembling just slightly. Her arms slid around Ai's neck in return, holding her close, her heart pounding fast in her chest. Their breaths mingled, lips only inches apart, and for Rika… it was almost too much.
Their bare torsos pressed close, skin to skin, warm under the soft blanket. Rika felt Ai's breasts brush against hers—soft, pliant, and warm. Their nipples, slightly hardened from the morning chill, rubbed delicately together every time Ai shifted or sighed. Rika could feel every little movement—the tender friction sending quiet shivers down her spine. Her heart fluttered.
Ai's eyes opened slowly, just for a moment, gazing at the girl she adored—but only as her best friend. She smiled sleepily and gave Rika a warm kiss on the cheek.
"I'm really happy you got to be with Onii-chan too, Rika…" she murmured, brushing her nose gently against Rika's. "You really love him, huh?"
Rika's heart ached at those words—but also melted. She smiled, eyes misting over. "Yeah… I do," she whispered.
Ai snuggled closer with a soft sigh, her bare legs tangling with Rika's beneath the sheets. Their thighs brushed, their hips pressing together now. She whispered, "You're my second favorite person in the whole world, you know… After Onii-chan…"
"I know, Ai…" Rika replied, her voice soft and a little shaky. Her fingers stroked Ai's back in slow circles, the skin beneath her fingertips warm and delicate. The way she clung and melted against Rika made her feel like the protector here—wanted and needed.
"You feel warm," Ai whispered. "Like… a plushie that smells nice and never lets go…"
"You can hold me as long as you want," Rika said, her lips brushing Ai's forehead. "I'll never pull away."
From the edge of the bed, a grumble slipped out.
"B-Baka Shin… idiot… don't stop…" Yuki's face was buried in a pillow, cheeks flushed even in sleep, his voice trembling in protest against a dream he clearly didn't want to end.
Asahi stirred on the other bed, his small hands pushing the blanket down slightly. He blinked drowsily, then frowned.
"…Amu-Chan?" His voice was a soft whimper, confused and pouty. "Muuuu… where'd you go…" He snuggled deeper again, his cheeks puffed up in displeasure, still wrapped in the warmth of her scent.
Ai sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, the blanket sliding down from her bare shoulders. She stretched, yawning, her hair messy and lovely.
Rika's eyes snapped open. Yuki jolted upright beside her, eyes wide. Both yanked the blankets up to their chests, cheeks burning red.
"W-What are you doing?!" Yuki squeaked, turning away immediately.
Rika, still flustered, reached out to yank the blanket back over Ai. "A-Ai!"
Ai blinked, confused for a moment, then noticed Asahi peeking at her from under his covers.
"Awww, you cute brat," she smiled, scooping him into her arms without a second thought. "Come on, let's brush your teeth. Mine too."
He clung to her like a sleepy koala, and she carried him out of the room with ease, the scent of her skin and warmth of her body still clinging to the air behind her.
Under the shared blanket, Rika and Yuki sat side by side, both still red in the face. Rika leaned back, arms behind her head, eyes dreamy.
"…So, last night," she murmured with a soft sigh, glancing at Yuki with a sly little smirk.
Yuki's mouth opened, then closed. His face lit up in flames. "I-It was… fine, I guess! N-Not that I enjoyed it or anything! Don't get the wrong idea, Rika!"
Rika giggled, brushing a strand of his silver hair out of his eyes. "You moaned louder than me, Yuki-San."
"D-Don't say that!!" Yuki practically flailed, grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it. "That's embarrassing!!"
Rika leaned in a little, her voice softer now. "But it felt good, didn't it? With him…"
Yuki's pout lingered, but his gaze dropped, and his arms slowly wrapped around the pillow.
"…Baka Shin… he's so annoying… always teasing me, always smug…" he mumbled. "So unfair… so… warm."
Rika smiled gently. "Yeah… he is."
They sat there for a moment longer, then finally slipped out from under the blankets, wrapping them around their bodies like shy little burritos. After grabbing their clothes from the scattered mess near the beds, they dressed quickly, stealing occasional glances at each other but saying nothing more.
When they stepped out, the air outside the room was already filled with the sound of running water and faint giggles.
Ai stood at the sink with Asahi, helping him brush his teeth while humming a sweet tune. She glanced at them and waved lazily with her free hand, still topless but unbothered.
Rika and Yuki, now properly dressed, moved to the other sink. Without brushes of their own, they splashed cold water on their faces to wake up.
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END OF CHAPTER : 190 : IN THE KITCHEN!
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