The living room had changed. The warmth of the evening still lingered, but now it was charged, electric, impossible to ignore. Shin sat at the center of the sofa, four hearts drawn inexorably toward him, each beat synced with the slow, deliberate rise and fall of his chest. He watched them, dark eyes gleaming with intent, and let a low hum escape him. The others sensed it immediately.
Ai, ever so bold with her emotions, was the first to react, crawling closer until her knees brushed Shin's legs. Her breath hitched when his hand casually rested against her shoulder, fingers tracing small, lazy circles. "Onii-chan…" she whispered, soft and trembling, her voice betraying her excitement.
Shin tilted his head, a faint smirk brushing his lips. "Ai," he murmured, letting his thumb graze her jawline, tracing down to her neck. She shivered violently, tilting her head back to give him more access, unable to resist the pull. He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers lightly at first, testing, teasing. Ai melted against him, moaning softly into the kiss, her hands gripping his arms instinctively.
Yuki, sitting to Shin's right, stiffened. His white hair fell over his eyes as he tried to look away, but the pull was irresistible. Shin's hand found the curve of his waist, sliding over his hip slowly, possessively, tracing the line of his slender form. "Yuki," Shin whispered, voice low and commanding. Yuki froze, ears reddening furiously, trying to protest with a soft, "I-I… don't…" but the words faltered in a moan when Shin's thumb traced over his navel, upward toward his chest.
Submissive at first, Yuki's small gasps filled the air, a symphony of sweet surrender. His hands trembled at his sides, unsure whether to pull away or cling, and Shin, smiling faintly, pulled him closer anyway. His lips ghosted over Yuki's temple, down his cheek, finally brushing over his lips in a teasing, featherlight kiss that made Yuki's knees weak. The boy's breath hitched audibly, soft whines spilling as he pressed closer, needing more even as he tried to resist.
Aiko's eyes glittered from across the sofa, her fingers tightening around the hem of her shirt. Shin's attention shifted briefly, his hand moving over the curve of her hip as she inched forward. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a firm kiss that spoke of possession and desire. Aiko's breath hitched; her hands clutched at his shoulders, pushing him impossibly closer even as she moaned into the kiss, soft and breathless. Her body pressed to his, the rise and fall of her chest syncing with his, and her cheeks flushed scarlet.
Rika, always calm, remained composed on the far side, but Shin's gaze pinned her instantly. He moved his hand slowly to rest against the small of her back, fingers ghosting over her waist. She swallowed hard, caught in the heat of anticipation, before he leaned in to capture her lips. Rika's hands flew to his chest, clutching him as her soft moans began, trembling under the intensity of his touch. Even her composed demeanor cracked as Shin's thumb traced over the delicate line of her collarbone, sending shivers through her.
Shin's hands were everywhere, yet everywhere only for him — a conductor in an orchestra of heat. Ai's soft whimpers drew him back, and he pressed his body to hers, letting the couch creak beneath them. Her hands slid up, tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, moving his tongue to explore gently, teasingly, drawing soft, wet moans from her lips. Ai's body shivered in response, pressing into him with unrestrained need, yet he pulled back just enough to keep the tension unbearable.
Yuki's timid whimpers grew louder, edging toward needy cries. Shin's hand roamed from his hip to his chest, brushing and caressing, teasing the boy's chest gently over the thin fabric of his shirt. Yuki's lips parted in soft gasps as Shin leaned close, whispering against them, "You don't have to hide it, little one… let me see how much you want me." Yuki's breath hitched, and he finally gave a shaky, "I-I… I do…" in a whisper, voice trembling with vulnerability. Shin smiled darkly, letting his hand wander lower, tracing the curve of Yuki's hip, the faint slope of his side.
Aiko's moans had grown louder as well, soft cries of pleasure escaping her lips as Shin's hand traveled across her chest, fondling her breasts lightly over the fabric of her top. His lips left hers briefly to trail across her jaw and neck, brushing her ear with his lips and sending shivers down her spine. Her hands dug into his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer, and she let out a gasp that mingled with Ai's soft whine and Yuki's trembling sighs.
Rika's composure finally shattered completely when Shin's fingers ghosted across her hip and waist, tracing the curves beneath her shirt. Her breath hitched, and a small, wet moan escaped her lips as he leaned in again, pressing soft, lingering kisses along her jawline and neck. Her hands pressed flat against his chest, holding him close while her back arched toward him involuntarily.
Shin's movements were fluid, deliberate, each touch calculated to elicit heat and helplessness. Ai's hands had moved to his shirt, tugging and pushing at the buttons as if desperate to feel him closer. Shin obliged, helping undo the buttons slowly, teasingly, letting the warmth of skin-on-skin contact begin. Ai gasped, moaning into him, her body shivering, pressing into him like she couldn't get enough even as he pulled back just slightly to keep the tension unbearable.
Yuki's attempts at hiding his need crumbled entirely as Shin's hands brushed lower, fingers tracing under the hem of his shirt to feel his smooth stomach. His soft moans broke free, rising in pitch, cheeks flushed scarlet. Shin's lips found his neck, brushing lightly against sensitive skin, coaxing tremors from the boy. His hands wandered lower still, teasing the curve of his waist, and Yuki's knees pressed into the sofa instinctively, quivering.
Aiko was next, her shirt now partially unbuttoned, and Shin's hands roamed her sides, pressing her hips against him. He leaned in, capturing her lips again, tongue tracing softly, teeth nipping lightly in the most teasing way. Her moans became wet and desperate, her body pressing impossibly close. She arched toward him, needing more of his attention, needing to feel him all over her, yet aware he was doing this to all of them, keeping each one's desire tethered directly to him.
Rika's breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Shin's hands cupped her breasts gently over her top, thumbs brushing over nipples just enough to make her gasp. He pressed slow, tender kisses across her shoulders and jaw, whispering her name in low, husky tones that made her entire body shiver. Her hands clutched at his shirt, holding him tight as she moaned quietly, caught between embarrassment and undeniable heat.
The room was alive with soft, wet sounds, moans, whimpers, and the rustle of clothing as Shin undid buttons, tugged at straps, and slowly exposed smooth skin. Ai's back arched against him, Yuki trembled in his hands, Aiko's lips were swollen and glossy from his repeated kisses, and Rika's quiet gasps punctuated every touch. Shin moved from one to the next seamlessly, pressing lips to cheeks, necks, and mouths; his hands cupped, fondled, traced, and teased, leaving each in a shivering mess of anticipation.
Yuki's transformation was complete. From the timid, submissive boy who had tried to hide his reactions, he became needy, desperate, moaning with abandon, pressing toward Shin, trembling under his touch. "P-please…" he whispered, voice small and pleading, and Shin simply smiled, running his hands along Yuki's sides, teasing his chest, brushing over his hips, listening to the soft whines escape.
Ai's soft gasps punctuated each kiss, her hands moving freely now, tugging at his shirt, desperate for contact. Shin's lips trailed from hers to the top of her head, then down her neck again, drawing shivers and moans from her. Aiko pressed against him, moaning wetly, grabbing at his shoulders as he kissed her neck, chest, and lips. Rika, though quieter, shivered violently under his touch, letting small, almost whispered moans escape, her hands clutching him tightly, body trembling.
Shin's hands never stopped moving, roaming over curves, tracing lines, exploring every inch exposed. The room was a symphony of gasps, moans, and rustling clothing. Ai's moans were high and urgent, Yuki's soft whines became needy, Aiko's wet cries of desire rang out, and Rika's quiet trembles added a perfect counterpoint. He pressed and kissed, teased and toyed, keeping the tension unbearable.
Time stretched. Minutes felt like hours. None of them were satisfied — and that was exactly the point. Each moan, each shiver, each whine tethered tightly to him, a chain of heat and desire. His lips brushed again against Ai's, Yuki's, Aiko's, and Rika's, lingering longer, teasing, coaxing, whispering names and soft words of possession and desire. Their hands moved only on him, not on each other, keeping every sensation focused on Shin's body, his lips, his touch.
The couch creaked, breaths came in ragged gasps, hair stuck to flushed skin, and moans mingled in a wet symphony. Ai whimpered softly, clinging to his chest, hips pressing against him, trembling. Yuki's body shivered violently under Shin's teasing fingers, desperate and needy, letting small cries of pleasure escape. Aiko gasped, arching toward him, soft moans wet and trembling. Rika's quiet gasps punctuated the chaos, trembling with her back arching slightly toward his touch.
Shin leaned back slightly, a faint, satisfied smirk on his lips. Four bodies clung to him, shivering, flushed, desperate for more, but denied full release. His fingers traced one last time over Yuki's side, Ai's hip, Aiko's breast over her shirt, Rika's waist, before pulling back just slightly, letting their chests press against him, arms clinging in desperate, needy possession.
The room was silent, except for the ragged breaths, the soft wet moans fading into quiet shivers, and the undeniable thrum of tension that bound them all together. Shin's dark eyes glinted with amusement and satisfaction. He had them all on edge, trembling, desperate for more — and he wouldn't give it yet.
"…Patience," he murmured, voice low and husky, brushing hair off Ai's face. "All of you… you belong to me tonight."
Ai whimpered softly, Yuki whined quietly, Aiko moaned under her breath, and Rika shivered. Their bodies were warm, pressed to his, trembling, clinging, begging silently — and Shin only smiled, letting the tension stretch into delicious, unbroken foreplay.
Every gasp, every moan, every quiver of their limbs was his to command. And he intended to enjoy every single second.
The night stretched on, long, wet, and trembling, a perfect storm of heat and longing, with Shin at the center — master of their desire, teasing each, holding them in a delicious torment, and leaving them hungry for more.
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END OF CHAPTER : 225 : THE HEAT BETWEEN THEM!
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