Morning sunlight poured in gently through the frosted glass panels of the bathroom, scattering warm gold over the damp floor tiles. Steam hung heavy in the air like a dream not yet ready to end.
Ai stood at the sink with one hand on her hip, the other guiding Asahi's toothbrush in small, careful circles. Her bare skin glistened faintly in the morning light, completely unbothered by her own nudity. She hummed softly, as if brushing her little brother's teeth in the nude was the most natural thing in the world—and for her, it was.
"Hold still," she said lazily, brushing her own teeth now beside him, lips curled in amusement. "You're not eating until you're clean, brat. Onii-Chan and Amu-Chan made something nice."
Asahi stood atop a small wooden stool, pajamas slightly askew, mouth foamy and eyes wide with curiosity. He sniffed. "Mmm… smells like fried eggs."
Ai chuckled softly, her chest rising and falling with quiet laughter. "Good nose. Now stop talking or you'll spit foam on the mirror."
Behind them, two quiet figures drifted past the steamed-up glass. Rika and Yuki—now dressed only in towels—slipped silently toward the large, walk-in rain shower. Ai didn't even glance at them.
The shower hissed to life, steam pouring outward. It fogged the walls, filled the space, wrapped around everything like silk.
Inside the stall, Rika leaned back against the warm tiles, head tilted slightly as water streamed down her body. Her long brown hair clung to her back and chest, glistening with beads of water. She exhaled slowly, a sigh of contentment echoing softly under the cascade.
Yuki stood beside her, tense, stiff, awkward. His pale skin shimmered wetly under the spray, slender form practically trembling. His white hair drooped over his forehead, soaked. His breath hitched as he stole a glance—not because he wanted to—but because how could he not?
Rika was impossible to ignore.
"Still shy, huh?" she said with a soft laugh, turning slightly toward him, her tone sultry and smug. "You're fine sharing the shower with me naked now… but you freak out if sweet little Asahi sees you?"
Yuki growled in that soft, slightly high-pitched tone of his, pout forming on his damp, flushed cheeks. "W-Well… You know why. Don't ask me that. You're naked in front of me too!"
Rika smiled, sighing with a teasing air. "Mm, yeah. But I'm not the one blushing like a tomato." Her hips swayed slightly as she turned to fully face him. "Seriously, you've seen Onii-San naked all night long… touched his chest, clung to him. But I bet you've never touched anything like these." She cupped her breasts, shaking them ever so slightly for emphasis.
Yuki's entire face turned red, his jaw dropping. "Wha—?! You're so shameless!"
She giggled mischievously, brushing a few strands of wet hair from her face. "Don't be shy, Yuki… I won't tell Onii-San. Even if he found out, I don't think he'd mind."
He took a step back instinctively.
But Rika stepped forward.
Another step, another sway of her hips, water glistening across every curve.
Yuki's back hit the stall wall with a wet slap.
And then—slam—Rika's hand landed beside his head, trapping him.
Yuki squeaked out, "B-Baka!"
"Oh, Yuki…" Rika's voice was low, teasing, dripping with heat. "You just spent the whole night hugging that hard, sexy chest of his. But you've never touched anything this soft in your life, have you?" Her finger traced slowly down his chest, following the curve of his lean torso.
"S-Shut up…" Yuki murmured, fists clenching.
"Mou… don't tell me you're not even curious? Or are you just hard gay after all?" she teased with a pout, wet hair plastered across her cheeks.
That did it.
Yuki's eyes darkened, face still blazing, and before he could talk himself out of it, his hands flew forward.
He grabbed her.
Firm, full handfuls of her breasts, squeezing deeply. The sensation of warm, wet softness overwhelmed him instantly.
Rika gasped, eyelids fluttering in surprise. "A-Ah… There you go…"
Her body arched instinctively into his touch. "See? They're not so scary…"
Yuki bit his lip, cheeks red, but his fingers grew bolder. He pinched one nipple, watching her twitch. "You're such a pain…" he muttered.
"Oh? Then why are you still playing with me?" she teased, breathless.
He growled softly and pinched again—harder. Rika yelped, biting down on her wrist to muffle the sound, chest heaving.
And then Yuki leaned in.
His lips latched onto one swollen bud, tongue swirling against it, sucking hungrily. Her nipple stiffened instantly under his mouth.
"Yuki—!" she gasped, eyes wide with shock and pleasure. "W-Wait! I didn't tell you to suck!"
He ignored her. In fact, he sucked harder, more forcefully, teeth grazing ever so slightly before he mumbled against her skin, "I am a boy too…"
Rika whimpered, legs wobbling slightly, hand burying itself in his hair as her back hit the tiles.
Her moans were quiet, strangled, needy. "God, y-you're… seriously…"
She didn't finish.
Because he didn't let up.
One hand slipped lower, squeezing her ass, pulling her hips forward to feel his arousal press against her thigh.
"You're hard, huh?" she whispered teasingly, even as her voice quivered.
Yuki pulled back slightly, panting. "So what? You started this."
She laughed shakily. "You're such a tsundere."
Yuki scoffed, grabbing her breast again and giving it a rougher squeeze, making her gasp again. "Don't mess with me."
Then—knock knock knock!
A voice called sweetly through the steam. "Hey, Rika? Yuki? Are you done in there?" It was Ai. "Asahi's getting sleepy… we wanna go in."
Rika tensed, slapping a hand over her mouth as her body jerked in place, suppressing a moan. Her chest heaved in Yuki's grip.
She forced her voice steady. "Y-Yeah! Just a moment!"
Yuki finally let go, stepping back with a huff and a scowl. "You better not tease me like that again," he growled, flushing deeply.
Rika gave a breathless laugh, still leaning against the wall for support, her legs a little shaky. "Okay… okay. I won't."
He turned and shut off the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. With one final glare, he stepped out of the stall.
Rika exhaled, brushing her soaked hair back and whispering, "Damn… that tsundere boy…"
She dried off slowly, still recovering, and followed him out.
In the hallway, Ai stood barefoot, completely nude, holding Asahi against her hip like a lazy cat-mother. Her eyes twinkled.
"All done? Great! I need the steam," she said, stepping past them into the bathroom without a hint of shame. Asahi dressed in cute pajamas clinging to her side.
Rika gave a lazy, smug grin. "It's all yours~ Have fun."
Yuki disappeared down the hall, lips tight, pulse racing.
Rika glanced after him, her chest still tingling where his mouth had been, and whispered to herself—
"…He's more of a boy than I thought."
The door clicked shut behind Ai.
And the house was warm with the scent of breakfast, wet hair, and unsaid things.
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END OF CHAPTER : 191 : DON'T TEASE ME, RIKA!
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