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"Even though your mouth is resisting so fiercely, your body is very honest. Sister Yuka, you're saying one thing but meaning another~"
After giving a simple lesson to the sister who kept threatening him, Sasaki pulled back, then took a few tissues from the coffee table in front of the sofa, parted her reddened thigh that he had gripped, and spoke in a calm voice. "Lie down properly. I'll help you clean up. Otherwise it won't be good if Sister Koharu sees."
Yuka was strong-willed, outgoing, and very concerned about her image.
When her mind was clear, she was unwilling to let others see her shameful state.
So during the entire time this guy bullied her, she had bitten her lip tightly and never made any overly loud sounds that would attract attention.
Sasaki had already felt just how tightly she clenched, fearing that someone would interrupt…
Although he felt like teasing her was too damn good, especially when her body reacted like that, but he also knew that pleasure goes both ways, so, he had never gone too far.
Because of that, this barely counted as light play for him.
If he hadn't thought "since we're already doing this, it would be bad not to leave something behind," he might not have even cum.
Well… it was just a warm-up for Sasaki, but for Yuka it was quite stimulating.
If it had been together with Koharu…
Uh...since they had experience doing it as a group, she wouldn't have been so nervous.
They had already done it together before, so doing it again wouldn't be a big deal.
Besides, her original plan tonight was to do it together…
But doing it secretly like this felt completely different.
In the living room… with her sister nearby, her idiot little brother had used a slow and meticulous strategy.
Because of her tension and how sensitive her body was… it had tormented her quite badly.
Feeling as if all the bones in her body had been pulled out, Yuka didn't even have the strength to lift her hand right now.
How could she lie down properly as he asked?
She didn't even want to move her lips…
So, after mumbling for a while, Yuka spoke in an extremely rare soft and gentle voice. "Help me~"
Hearing such a soft and gentle tone, Sasaki straightened up in surprise and teased her with a smile.
"What? I can't hear clearly. If you don't want Sister Koharu to find out, then hurry up and lie down properly."
Damn it.
Well...the benefits of exercising regularly, showed now.
Immediately after he spoke, Yuka caught her breath a little, gathered some strength and lightly kicked him with her reddened little foot that was still flushed from the intense activity.
"Hurry up and help me! Why are you talking so much? If you keep going, Koharu really will find out."
The more flustered she became, the calmer Sasaki felt.
He reached out, grabbed her naughty little foot, and wantonly kneaded it in his palm while smiling indifferently.
"If she finds out, she finds out. I'll just say Sister Yuka forced me to do it."
To add credibility to his words,
Sasaki added at the end:
"Sister Koharu will believe me."
"..."
Koharu really is an idiot!
Knowing he was telling the truth,
Yuka cursed inwardly.
In the end, in shame and annoyance, she stretched her leg.
"Fine, fine, I get it. Help me, help me~ Hurry up."
This time she didn't use the soft voice earlier, instead, spoke a few coquettish, perfunctory words and then urged him: "Hurry up! If you're any slower, it's going to get on my pants. It feels awful."
'If it gets dirty, we can just wash it.'
It wasn't as if this was the only pair of pajamas in the house.
Rather than these trivial matters, what actually annoyed himi was Yuka's dismissive attitude.
Curling his fingers, Sasaki lightly tickled the sole of her foot, which was as soft as supple dough, and as she squirmed and tried to pull away, causing him to raise an eyebrow.
"Yuka, Daddy is very displeased with your attitude. You need to correct it."
Hearing that particular... title... spoken so casually left the girl both embarrassed and infuriated, as she intensified her struggles, kicking her leg with more force.
"What nonsense are you spouting, you bastard? You're not my... Wow, look at you! Your wings have really grown, haven't they? How dare you cross the line with me!"
"You were calling me that so affectionately just a few days ago, and now you're going back on your word? Daddy's heart is a little broken."
"Shut up!"
Seeing that a completely sober
Yuka was still a bit too self-conscious to let loose, Sasaki chose not to push her too far.
'One step at a time,' he thought. 'She'll get used to it over time.'
"Alright, alright, I'll stop. Stop moving, let me clean you up."
Waving the tissue in his hand, the playful smirk vanished from Sasaki's face, replaced by a look of serious focus.
But a moment later, the mischievous grin returned as he looked at the figure lying on her side on the sofa with her eyes closed to rest. "Yuka-nee, look,
I just helped you out. Mind lending me a hand in return?"
Having gone through just one deep round, Yuka was already exhausted enough to sleep.
So, now, hearing his request, she blinked. "Help you? Help you with what?"
Before her idiot little brother could even speak, the proud, erect sight reflected in her eyes made his intentions instantly clear.
...If they were in the bedroom, she wouldn't hesitate at all to agree to such a request from him.
This kind of post-sex mutual comfort was very good for deepening their relationship.
For someone like Yuka, who had a short fuse and a bad temper, it was a massive help. She knew she couldn't always control her mood, so she tried her best to strengthen their relationship in other ways, ensuring he would always tolerate her.
To be honest, she deeply loved the feeling of being pampered and comforted by her loved one whenever she threw a tantrum.
In fact... that was the main reason she never bothered to control her temper.
Since this wasn't the first time she was helping her brother clean up after the act, she didn't actually mind doing it.
However, Koharu was home.
When sober, Yuka was incredibly face-conscious; she dreaded the thought of her younger sister catching her in such a submissive, vulnerable state.
So, now, his request made her hesitate.
"Please? Yuka-nee~"
Sensing her internal conflict,
Sasaki, after finishing cleaning her up and gently shook her soft, creamy thigh.
Hearing him call her name in such a sweet, cloying tone was something Yuka wasn't used to, yet she secretly relished it.
As they say ...whether a man or a woman, anyone would soften up when their lover started acting spoiled.
With that single whine, her resistance crumbled, and she gave a sheepish nod. "Tch... You're already so old, stop whining like a kid. It's embarrassing."
She blushed, muttering softly under her breath, "How did I even end up liking a guy like you?"
Extending a hand toward Sasaki,
she said, "Pull me up."
Grasping that petite, delicate hand, Sasaki intertwined their fingers and pressed their palms flat together before pulling.
As Yuka gave him a faint, gentle smile, he hauled her upward.
Perhaps fearing that any more wasted time would increase the chances of Koharu catching them sneaking around, Yuka didn't say a word after sitting up.
She merely knitted her brows, throwing him a sharp, mock-glaring look of annoyance.
Then, she gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her delicate hand, parted her soft lips, and slowly lowered her gaze as her tender tongue slipped out.
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The night sky was deep and gloomy.
Dark, lingering storm clouds hung like a heavy curtain across the heavens, refusing to let a single speck of starlight leak through.
After parking her car in the garage, Kyouka, exhausted from a long day of work, used the faint glow of the porch light to rummage through her shoulder bag for her keys.
Inserting the key into the lock, as the door swung open with a crisp click, she stepped instead, then habitually tossed her keys and bag onto the shoe cabinet.
After doing all this, she bent her slender waist, resting her hips, accentuated beautifully by her black pencil skirt, against the raised entryway step as she began slipping off her shoes.
However, as she was changing, a pair of strong, sturdy arms, decidedly different from Yuka's or Koharu's, wrapped around her neck from behind.
The familiar, firm warmth and the arousing scent that made her body go soft appeared together. Before Kyouka could even speak, her mind was already a third lost.
Not resisting her lover's embrace, the tired woman leaned back into that warmth, softly murmuring a gentle reminder. "Yuka and the others are still home~"
Inhaling the rich, mature fragrance unique to Kyouka, Sasaki buried his face in her hair, tickling her cheek as his lips unerringly found her rapidly warming earlobe.
As he nibbled it gently, he spoke over the sudden quickening of her breath. "Otome and Rinka have gone back. Sister Yuka went to take a shower, and Sister Koharu is cleaning up the kitchen. Right now, it's just the two of us."
"..."
Well...Kyouka had said those words hoping he would restrain himself, after all, a loving kiss or a bit of touching was fine, but from the sound of it, he wanted something more.
And why did his tone sound so strange when he mentioned Yuka and Koharu?
Granted, she had crossed the line with Yuka and Koharu twice before in a daze... but the atmosphere back then had been overwhelming, and everyone was caught up in the heat of the moment.
It was an accident, and they had tacitly agreed never to bring it up again.
But seeing how clingy he was being right now, and hearing that odd tone...
'Is this bad boy fantasizing about something wicked?'
She knew young people nowadays consumed a lot of wild things and often indulged in strange fantasies.
So what exactly did he watch to be this explicit...
Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Kyouka shrugged her shoulders slightly, making a half-hearted attempt to squirm out of his embrace to prevent things from escalating.
But with the atmosphere warming up by the second, there was no way she could actually break free.
It was merely her way of stating her stance.
At the same time, she adopted a slightly stern tone to warn him.
"You shouldn't be thinking about anything naughty~ Bad boys aren't very likeable, you know?"
However, this attempt to pull rank as an adult no longer worked on Sasaki.
After all, who could possibly be afraid of such a sexy milf who secretly begged for mercy in such a sultry voice every night?
Sliding his palms naturally down her neck, Sasaki kissed the exposed skin of her fair nape just below her pinned-up hair.
"You don't like bad boys? Then how about we make a well-behaved baby of our own, and leave those two behind?"
"???"
That wasn't what she meant at all.
Though she was a mature, capable woman, her romantic experience was practically nonexistent.
Now that her exhausted mind and body had finally found a safe harbor, Kyouka couldn't help but shyly but uncontrollably started acting spoiled.
"You know that's not what I meant. You're twisting my words again~"
Although this wasn't the first time she had acted spoiled with him, but Sasaki still found it incredibly novel.
Seeing this usually gentle, dignified woman acting like a flustered teenage girl in his arms, whining and pouting, was enough to make anyone's heart race.
She herself was acutely aware that her current tone and demeanor were completely unbefitting of her age and status...
So, after speaking, she pursued her lips, which were slicked with a light layer of lipstick, cast her eyes downward.
A deep blush crept across her supple, youthful cheeks as she sank into a state of self-pity and embarrassment.
"I'm sor—"
Just by looking at her expression, Sasaki knew exactly what she was about to say.
So, he decisively let go of her crumpled collar, lifted his hand, and gently pinched her smooth, pointed chin, interrupting the apology before it could leave her lips.
He lifted his head from her neck, locking eyes with her.
"What is Kyouka trying to say? An apology? Hmm~ Mind telling me why?"
In the past, whenever she showed signs of acting spoiled toward him, Kyouka would always awkwardly interrupt herself.
But as he took deeper root in her heart, she found it increasingly difficult to control her behavior in front of him.
Perhaps she had suppressed her emotions far too harshly over the years.
Or perhaps she had fallen so hard for someone she shouldn't… She wasn't sure.
However, her feelings for him and her body's reactions wouldn't lie.
So she didn't want to lie to herself or to him.
Facing her lover's inquiry, she didn't hesitate for long.
After a brief moment of shyness, she spoke up. "Because... at my age, to still do something like this... Will Fuyumi think I'm just trying to act young? Will you find it disgusting...?"
Given Kyouka's capability to run her own company in Tokyo, she didn't seem like the type to wallow in sentimentality; otherwise, the trivial stresses of daily life and work would have crushed her long ago.
But the person standing before her was entirely unique.
She could ignore the opinions of the rest of the world, but she could never ignore what he thought of her.
And once she started caring... an endless stream of thoughts, both positive and negative, flooded her mind, leaving her anxious and insecure.
Furthermore, she wasn't his only choice...
Mature women always carried a certain anxiety regarding their age, figure, and appearance.
It wasn't just Kyouka; even Ayumi, who wasn't particularly old, would occasionally sigh and feel anxious about it.
Especially after having someone in her heart, the frequency of such anxiety increased exponentially.
Sasaki, luckily, was highly experienced in soothing such doubts.
Without offering verbal comfort or patting her head, he simply leaned down and firmly sealed those trembling, anxious lips.
"Mmh~"
The moment he embraced her, Kyouka figured he would steal a kiss.
But right now... surely this wasn't the right time?
Shouldn't he be saying things like
'I would never look down on you,' followed by a meaningful gaze, getting swept up in the emotion, and *then*...
He was so direct... yet his relentless, chasing affection provided her with immense comfort.
Losing control of her own emotions, Kyouka reached out and grasped his hand as it hung before her and began to respond to the kiss, her actions gentle, slow, and entirely cooperative.
'Ah... it feels like a perfect blend of Sister Yuka's and Sister Koharu's best traits.'
She was active but not rushed, gentle but firm.
When she had her own ideas, she would actively guide him, but she never interfered with his pace...
This was the undeniable charm of a mature woman.
And this woman belonged to him.
Hm...
Operating under the assumption that they still had a little time, and that it wouldn't matter even if they were caught, Sasaki's rationality melted away like snow under her compliance and Kyouka soon noticed his hands straying where they shouldn't.
But by the time she realized it, it was already too late.
She kept telling herself that she would reject him in a moment, that she would warn him in just a second... but when the time came to finally speak, all she heard was his low whisper against her ear. "Kyouka... bend your waist just a little more~"
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