Shin's lips never left hers as he walked Ai backward, each slow step causing her to stumble, her skirt swaying with every retreat. When the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, he caught her. His arms were strong, sure, and in the next moment, Ai was falling—gracefully, gently—onto the soft mattress.
Her hair splayed like ink across the pillow, her chest rising and falling beneath the snug, teasing fabric of her top. Shin stood above her, his gaze dark and hungry, his breath heavy with restraint he no longer cared to hold back.
Ai licked her lips, eyes glimmering as she reached out, fingers hooking into the hem of his shirt, but before she could pull him down—
He moved first.
His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her. He hovered above her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, and without warning, he dove down to kiss her again. Fierce. Deep. Their tongues met, danced, tangled. Ai gasped into him, her thighs squeezing together.
His hand trailed up the curve of her waist, grazing her ribcage, then cupping one breast firmly through the thin fabric of her top. She whimpered, arching up into his touch. He squeezed, thumb brushing against her already stiffening nipple.
But he didn't lift her shirt. He didn't strip her.
Not yet.
Instead, Shin broke the kiss and dipped lower. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then her throat, then down to the exposed skin above her cleavage, kissing, tasting, teasing her with a heat that set Ai trembling.
"O-Onii-chan…" she whispered breathlessly, clutching at the sheets.
He kissed down her torso, every inch until he reached the hem of her skirt. He paused, eyes flicking up at her as his fingers curled under the edge and tugged—just enough to expose her upper thighs… and the soaked patch of white lace between her legs.
Ai's face burned. Her hips squirmed instinctively.
Shin hummed, clearly pleased. "You were dripping before I even touched you here…"
She covered her face with both hands, groaning through her fingers. "D-Don't say that out loud…"
But he didn't stop. He never did.
Leaning down, Shin brushed his lips along the edge of her inner thigh, then pressed a single, open-mouthed kiss right on top of her panties—directly over her swollen, soaked mound.
Ai let out a cry, her legs trembling as she pushed her hands against his head, not to stop him—but to keep him there. "O-Onii-chan…!"
He smiled, lips dragging across the damp fabric, tasting her through it, his tongue flicking just enough to make her hips jump. Ai's thighs closed around his head, desperate and shaking.
She was losing herself already.
When he finally pulled back, Ai was breathless, her body twitching, her voice a shaky whisper. "Please… please…"
He didn't tease further.
Shin lifted her hips, just slightly, enough to hook a finger around the side of her panties and slide them—not off, but aside. Just enough to expose her folds, glistening and flushed, begging for him.
Ai looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes. "Y-You're not even undressed…"
Shin leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he murmured, "I'll undress when I'm done breaking you…"
She shivered.
Then—he entered her.
Slowly. Deeply. With one, smooth thrust.
Ai's back arched off the bed, her cry muffled against her arm as pleasure exploded through her. He didn't wait. His hands gripped her thighs and pulled them apart, forcing her open, and he began to move.
The wet, obscene sound of their bodies meeting filled the room as Shin thrust again, again, again—never too fast, but deep, purposeful. Ai's cries grew louder with every push, her hands clutching at his shoulders, his back, anything she could reach as her climax built like a storm.
And then—
She shattered.
Her body tensed, then trembled, and a wail tore from her throat as her first orgasm slammed into her. Shin didn't stop. He let her ride it out—thrusting slower, shallower—until her body slumped beneath him, panting.
She blinked up at him, dazed. "T-That was—"
But before she could finish, Shin flipped her over.
Ai gasped, hands catching the sheets as he pulled her onto all fours. Her skirt was bunched at her waist now, her panties still pushed aside, barely clinging to one thigh.
"Don't think we're done," Shin whispered against her shoulder, gripping her hips.
And then—he started again.
He took her harder this time, deeper, his pace faster, relentless, yet always controlled. His hand snaked around her front, fingers rubbing her swollen clit in tight, cruel circles as he pounded into her from behind.
Ai screamed. Again.
Her second climax hit like lightning, curling her toes, tears spilling from her eyes as she shook and trembled, her voice cracking.
"Two," Shin whispered, counting with a kiss on her neck.
Then came three.
Four.
Five.
He didn't stop.
Even when her arms gave out and she collapsed against the sheets, even when her voice turned hoarse from crying out his name—again and again.
Shin pulled her up, wrapped an arm under her chest, kept her upright as he thrust into her harder, deeper. Her breasts bounced, sweat dripping between them. Her moans were desperate, broken.
"Please… Onii-chan… I-I can't…"
"You can," he growled into her ear. "I'm not done. Not until you fall apart for me. Ten times, remember?"
Ai sobbed with pleasure, her head falling back onto his shoulder.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
By the ninth, she was barely conscious—reduced to nothing but trembling legs, flushed skin, and tears of bliss. Her voice had become a whisper. Her thighs quivered violently with every slow, deep stroke.
Then finally…
Ten.
Her whole body seized, legs locking, nails clawing into the sheets as she let out a final, broken scream. She collapsed entirely this time, unmoving, panting heavily, her face buried in the mattress.
Shin paused. Still inside her. His own breath ragged now.
And then—with a low groan—he thrust one last time and spilled deep inside her.
His climax tore through him like fire. He bent over her back, holding her tightly, pressing soft kisses against her shoulder as the waves of his orgasm pulsed through them both.
Ai could barely breathe.
Neither could he.
The room was filled with their mingled scents—sweat, sex, love.
When he finally pulled out, gently adjusting her panties back in place, Ai whimpered. Her body flinched at even the smallest touch.
Shin laid beside her, pulling her into his arms. Her head fell against his chest, her breath still coming in short, shallow gasps.
"You okay…?" he asked softly, brushing her damp bangs from her face.
Ai nodded weakly. "Y-You're a monster…"
He chuckled. "But I'm your monster."
A tiny smile curled her lips before she drifted into sleep in his arms, her body still twitching from aftershocks.
Outside the room, the rest of the house was quiet.
But inside—there was only warmth. And the steady, gentle rhythm of two hearts beating close together.
Still tangled.
Still in love.
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END OF CHAPTER : 208 : JUST LIKE THIS...
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