Chapter 42: A Sticky Situation
Riya woke up, the warmth of the morning light spilling through the capsule.
But there was something unusual—something soft and very much alive against his chest.
Rin was hugging him.
Tight.
His first instinct was to smile.
She looked peaceful, her head nestled against his shoulder, the soft rise and fall of her breath making him feel... well, oddly content.
He tried to shift, moving carefully so he wouldn't disturb her.
But then he noticed something.
His lower body—why was it so warm?
He pulled the blanket back slightly, only to freeze.
He and Rin were still connected.
They hadn't severed their connection from the night before.
Riya's face twisted into something between confusion and mild horror.
Apparently, they'd been so tired after their... activities that they'd simply drifted off to sleep without even realizing.
Now, though... well, it was time to sever this connection.
He grunted, bracing himself as he tried to carefully, gently, lift himself.
But as he moved, he realized the obvious.
His thing was... still stuck.
Stuck.
Riya blinked, looking down at the tangled mess of blankets and limbs.
There was no elegant way out of this.
He tried a few different angles—his face getting redder with each failed attempt.
Riya groaned inwardly as he realized he was still stuck—his body firmly anchored in the most awkward position, like a hot dog wedged between two soft buns, Rin's massive, thick ass keeping him trapped in place.
No matter how he moved, he couldn't free himself from the grip of her embrace, or the uncomfortably tight situation he found himself in.
It wasn't until he was practically pulling himself out with all the force he could muster that Rin gave an unexpected reaction.
She hugged him tighter.
Like way tighter.
Riya's eyes went wide as Rin's grip tightened around him like a vice, holding him in place.
For a moment, he just stood there, suspended between an uncomfortably amusing predicament and the undeniable warmth of Rin's embrace.
Riya sighed.
His options were dwindling.
Nothing was going to work without disturbing Rin—who, evidently, had no intention of letting go of her human teddy bear.
He glanced down at her cute face, finally giving up with a half-resentful, half-amused smile.
Looks like he had no choice.
With a resigned sigh, Riya settled back into the bed, letting himself drift off to sleep again, his mind drifting between frustration and the warmth of Rin's soft, peaceful face.
At least, he figured, he'd gotten some rest after all the chaos.
Even if it was in the most awkward, frustrating way possible.
Rin stirred, eyelids fluttering as a soft warmth surrounded her.
The quiet rhythm of breath brushed against her neck, and she blinked sleepily as the sunlight filtered through the capsule's curtains.
It was peaceful.
Calm.
Which immediately put her on edge.
Her arms were wrapped around something—or rather, someone.
Her cheek rested against a bare chest, and her legs were tangled with his.
She barely needed to glance down to know it was Riya.
She shifted slightly… and froze.
Something wasn't right.
There was a weight inside her hips, a distinct fullness that didn't belong to a peaceful morning cuddle.
Her brows furrowed.
She lifted the blanket.
And stared.
"…You have got to be kidding me."
They were still connected.
Her cheeks flared pink as realization struck like a thunderbolt.
They had fallen asleep during that—and apparently never disconnected.
Rin blinked once.
Then again.
Then stared up at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed her.
She looked down again, at the perfectly content, sleeping face of the man responsible for this ridiculous predicament.
Riya looked peaceful.
Too peaceful.
"Unbelievable," she muttered, dragging a hand down her face. "You're inside me, and you have the nerve to sleep like a baby."
Carefully, she tried to shift her hips, just enough to see if she could… liberate herself.
Nope.
He was still in there.
Deep.
Firmly.
Her hips shifted again—and her eye twitched.
"Gods, you're big…" she hissed, more flustered than she wanted to admit.
"How did I even survive last night?"
Her gaze narrowed as she gave it one more try.
She gritted her teeth and attempted to slide forward slightly.
A mistake.
The moment she moved, Riya's arms instinctively tightened around her like a reflex, pulling her back into his chest.
His face nuzzled against her neck like she was a pillow, utterly content.
She blinked, deadpan.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
He murmured something in his sleep—something about jack?—and pulled her even closer.
That movement pulled her body right back down onto him, filling her again in a way that made her toes curl involuntarily.
A sharp jolt of heat rushed through her, and her whole body stiffened.
"Control yourself, Rin," she whispered through clenched teeth, her cheeks burning.
"You're not losing to this."
But the situation was impossible.
No matter how she twisted, adjusted, or maneuvered, Riya remained firmly stuck inside her.
Or more accurately, she was stuck around him.
And his damn thing was still hard.
Even in his sleep.
She laid back with a quiet groan, covering her flushed face with one hand.
"This is fine. Totally fine," she muttered to herself, clearly lying.
"Just me, stuck like a plug on a faucet, pinned to a naked, snoring moron with a third leg."
Rin scowled, casting one more glare at the obliviously sleeping Riya.
But then, after a long pause… her eyes softened just a little.
His breathing was slow and steady, his expression calm.
She could feel the steady beat of his heart under her palm.
Warm.
Alive.
Safe.
"Tch…" she grumbled, resting her head back on his chest with a sigh.
"I swear, if anyone finds out about this, I'm burning the entire capsule."
With no choice left and no angle of escape, Rin resigned herself to her fate.
She pulled the blanket up over both of them, huffed one last time in frustration—
—and closed her eyes again.
"Ten more minutes," she mumbled into his chest. "Then I'll kill you."
But she was already drifting back to sleep, cradled by warmth, frustration… and one very stuck situation.
Later.
The sun was still climbing in the sky, casting a lazy golden glow through the capsule's curtains.
Warmth.
Softness.
That familiar, awkward fullness.
Both Riya and Rin stirred at the same time, blinking themselves into the late morning light.
Groggy, warm, comfortable—until the weight of the situation came crashing down.
They looked at each other.
Then down.
Then at each other again.
"…We're still stuck?!" they said in perfect sync, voices rising with disbelief.
Riya groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. "You've gotta be kidding me. We're still locked in like some cursed puzzle box."
Rin let out an indignant huff, her cheeks already glowing crimson. "Don't look at me like it's my fault!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Uh, excuse me? I woke up first earlier. I tried to escape. You're the one who clamped onto me like some overzealous octopus."
She crossed her arms, the motion causing other things to shift between them. "Well maybe if your thing wasn't the size of a horse's, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
Riya blinked, mock-offended. "Wow. Thank you? I think?"
"I didn't mean that as a compliment!" she snapped, though her face had gone fully red. "I meant—ugh, you stretched me out, idiot!"
"Well excuse me for being a victim of your massive, thick—luxuriously oversized ass," he shot back, eyes wide with dramatic flair.
"Seriously, Rin. It's like trying to pull out of a memory foam sofa that doesn't want to let go."
Rin froze. "Did you just compare my butt to a sofa?!"
"High-quality sofa," he corrected, grinning.
"Top-tier. Regal, even."
They locked eyes—both fuming, both flustered.
And then they burst out laughing.
The tension snapped like a frayed rubber band, both of them breaking into helpless, genuine laughter.
It echoed off the walls of the capsule as their bodies shook, still tangled together in one ridiculous knot.
Riya wiped a tear from his eye. "This… this is the dumbest situation I've ever been in."
"Same," Rin said between giggles, shaking her head. "Utterly absurd."
Their eyes met again—this time slower, calmer.
The laughter faded, replaced by something gentler.
They stared at each other, the moment softening.
Then, almost without thinking, they leaned in and shared a kiss.
No urgency this time—just warmth, affection, and a shared sense of "we're in this together."
"Good morning," Rin murmured, brushing her nose against his.
"Good morning to you too, Sofa Queen," Riya said with a teasing smirk.
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Alright. Enough cuddling. Let's finally get unstuck."
They both braced.
"One…" Riya counted.
"Two…" Rin added.
"Three—push!"
With a mix of synchronized effort, a faint pop echoed through the room—and just like that, they separated.
They both flopped back onto the bed, panting like they'd just survived a boss battle.
"We're free," Rin said dramatically, arms spread out like wings.
"I can feel my soul returning to my body," Riya replied, equally dramatic.
They both looked at each other.
Paused.
Then—
"Pfft."
They both started laughing again.
But this time, the laughter melted into silence.
Their eyes met once more, and that spark—hot, unspoken, undeniable—crackled between them again.
Riya looked into her eyes, the teasing grin fading as something heavier settled between them—thicker than steam, hotter than any morning sun.
Rin licked her lips slowly, deliberately, her gaze dipping just briefly down his body before locking back onto his.
She didn't speak, but her eyes burned with intent—raw, hungry, knowing.
Riya's hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing against her bare skin. "You know we just got unstuck," he murmured, voice low and husky.
"Then maybe," Rin whispered, leaning in, "we should've stayed that way."
Her breath grazed his ear, her lips brushing his skin like a promise.
She swung a leg over his hips again, lowering herself until they were pressed flush—every curve of her body molded perfectly to his.
Riya's hands roamed over Rin's body, finally landing on her hips, squeezing her thick ass with a low growl.
"Damn, Rin. Your ass is perfect," he muttered, giving it a firm squeeze.
"I can't get enough of it."
Rin smirked, her breath shallow, her hips grinding against his as she leaned in.
"You're not subtle, are you?" she teased, her voice a mix of playfulness and heat.
"I've noticed how obsessed you are with my ass, but I think your thing might be even more impressive."
Riya's eyes darkened, but before he could respond, she leaned closer, her fingers trailing down his chest, deliberately brushing against his growing hardness.
"Yeah, you've got a pretty big thing there,"
she continued with a wicked grin. "And it's hard to miss."
His breath hitched as she ground against him with a slow, sinful roll.
Their lips crashed together—hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses that grew wilder with each passing second.
Fingers dug into skin.
Moans spilled freely into each other's mouths.
The playful mood gave way to pure, breathless need.
No more teasing.
No more hesitation.
And with that—
they connected again.
The cycle repeated.
And they were stuck.
Once again.