Chapter 112 - Ch 111 - The Aftermath (2)

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Liam smirked, swallowing his last bite.

Aiko's fingers trailed down his arm as she murmured, "And that's why I love you so much, Master. Rough in bed, but gentle like this… It's just so…"

She shuddered, her cheeks flushing. "…so perfect."

Liam turned to her, his dark, piercing gaze locking onto hers.

For a moment, the air between them grew thick with tension, charged with something dangerous and raw.

Smack~!

His large hand clapped against her thigh, just below the hem of her shorts, making her yelp as the impact sent a shiver racing through her body.

"Alright, alright," He chuckled, licking his lips as he stretched lazily in his chair. "Now be a good girl and finish cooking dinner."

Aiko pouted, rubbing her thigh, but couldn't stop the giddy warmth from spreading through her.

Because despite everything, she loved it.

She loved him.

And she wouldn't have him any other way.

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Aiko had just finished preparing dinner, and her delicate hands placed the last set of dishes onto the table with precise elegance. She wiped her hands on a silk cloth, intending to check on the two women.

She had been waiting for this moment, eager to witness the transformation with her own eyes.

But before she could take a step, the door creaked open once more, slicing through the air like a whisper of temptation.

And then, they emerged.

Maki and Mai stepped out, their movements slow, deliberate, every stride radiating confidence, oozing an intoxicating sensuality. Their hips swayed in perfect harmony, each step sending a ripple through their flawless, glistening flesh. The twin sisters walked as if they owned the very air around them, their mere presence exuding a raw, irresistible allure that could bring men to their knees.

Aiko's lips curled into a satisfied smirk, eyes gleaming with delight. Watching them now, she couldn't help but see herself reflected in their every sultry motion, the same awakening, the same embrace of untamed desire.

Their damp hair cascaded over their shoulders like black silk, strands clinging to their skin, framing their sinful beauty. Water droplets traced teasing paths down their necks, across their smooth shoulders, gliding over their collarbones before disappearing into the forbidden valleys of their bodies. Their bare skin shimmered under the light, emphasizing every tantalizing curve, every exquisite contour.

And their attire, if it could even be called that, was the epitome of temptation. Their only coverings were impossibly tight, scandalously minuscule thongs, barely clinging to their sinful forms. The fabric was buried so deep between their plump, round cheeks that it was as if they were wearing nothing at all. The thin strings dug into their hips, accentuating their hourglass figures, leaving very little to the imagination.

The old Maki and Mai were gone.

These were not the two sisters from before. No, the women standing before Aiko were reborn, unapologetically bold, impossibly seductive. Their previous selves had been cast aside, replaced by figures of pure, unfiltered desire.

And they knew it.

Their eyes burned with confidence, their lips curled in playful mischief. As they walked, they clung to each other, their arms wrapped around one another's waists, their fingers tracing along each other's bare flesh with an intimacy that sent shivers through the air.

Every step, every movement was calculated, designed to draw attention—to ensnare, to captivate.

They were temptation itself.

A vision of sin wrapped in flesh.

Aiko let out a slow, approving sigh, her eyes drinking in the sight before her.

'Yes… this was exactly how it should be.'

Liam didn't even spare them a glance, too focused on his meal, but Aiko took her time, her gaze trailing from their delicate toes to the very crowns of their heads. She drank in the sight before her, her sharp eyes missing nothing. 

Their once-fierce gazes were now glazed over, a dreamy haze coating their pupils. They looked intoxicated, not by alcohol, but by something far more potent. A pleasure so deep, so overwhelming, that it had seeped into their very bones.

Every movement they made dripped with sensuality, their bodies exuding an irresistible charm that could ensnare any soul foolish enough to look their way. 

Maki and Mai didn't just walk, they sauntered, their pace slow and deliberate, as if savoring the way their bodies moved. Their lips, swollen and glistening, parted ever so slightly as they ran their tongues over them, wetting them with practiced ease.

A simple motion, yet it held a tantalizing allure, a silent promise of the sinful delights they had indulged in. 

Their ample breasts bounced with every measured step, the soft, heavy mounds jiggling freely, as if teasing the very air around them. But Aiko's gaze lowered further, taking in the true testament of their transformation.

'Love bites... Bruises... Handprints... '

Their flawless skin was now littered with evidence of their submission, their surrender. Dark, possessive marks trailed down their necks, scattered across their shoulders, decorating their thighs, reminders of the hands that had held them down, the lips that had claimed them.

Some prints were faint, already fading, but others were fresh and vivid, ensuring that even time would struggle to erase them. 

They had been used thoroughly, loved completely, and dominated without mercy. 

Liam had explored their every depth, branded them with his touch, and molded them into something new—something that belonged to him entirely. 

And Aiko did not doubt that Maki and Mai were his now, just as she was.

The two of them were claimed, owned, and marked for life.

Liam barely acknowledged them as Maki and Mai moved with slow, deliberate steps, their bodies still trembling ever so slightly from the lingering aftershocks of their earlier submission.

Without a word, they took their seats beside him, one on each side, their movements delicate yet intoxicating. 

They didn't speak, didn't beg for attention. They simply grabbed their bowls and began eating, their hands slightly unsteady, their bodies still adapting to the aftermath of their recent claiming. 

Aiko, ever the observant one, noticed their trembling and reached out, her touch gentle as she helped guide their bowls, ensuring that every bite reached their lips. She found it amusing, the once-proud and defiant sisters were now reduced to this state of satisfied exhaustion, bodies weak but souls burning with something deeper. 

As she watched the three of them devouring their meals in comfortable silence, Aiko couldn't hold back a giggle.

It was a beautiful sight, the master, calm and composed, eating as if nothing had happened, while his two freshly conquered pets sat beside him, still reeling from his touch yet obediently eating in silence. 

Minutes passed, and eventually, Maki and Mai placed their bowls down, their stomachs full. 

But their hunger… that insatiable hunger for something more, something deeper, was still present in their eyes. 

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Spoilers for the next three chapters!

Chapter 112: Craving the Collar

Chapter 113: The Defenders

Chapter 114: The Devil's Call

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