It was nearing 2 AM when Asahi finally rolled off Shin, boneless and warm, curling into a little crescent against the far side. His faint snore was like a whisper against the silence of the room, the only sound beyond the breathless stillness hanging in the air.
Ai had waited.
Waited through the playful tickles, the storytime cuddles, the dozens of "One more, Onii-chan" pleas. Her heart ached from the patience it had taken, the way her body had burned each time Shin smiled at her and then turned to the boy beside him instead.
But now, Asahi was asleep.
And Shin looked at her.
Their eyes met. Her eyes, dark and shimmering with restrained longing. His, filled with an ache so raw it stole her breath.
"Go," she mouthed silently.
He didn't hesitate. He nodded once, and then moved—silent, slow, smooth as a shadow—until he was within reach.
She didn't wait. Ai slid into his arms like she'd been dying for it, like her soul needed to be pressed against his chest to survive. The moment her body touched his, her lips crashed into his with a sharp inhale and a gasp.
There was no slow build-up.
They devoured each other.
Their mouths moved in frantic silence, tongue to tongue, breath to breath. Her fingers clawed into his back through his shirt, clutching, demanding. His hands cupped her face, then slid into her hair, twisting the strands with a quiet groan.
Every second apart had led to this. Every suppressed glance. Every touch interrupted by Asahi's presence. Every unsaid word they choked on.
The heat that had simmered under the surface all night finally boiled over.
Shin broke the kiss first, just long enough to trail his lips down Ai's throat, teeth grazing her skin like a threat and a promise. Ai arched into him, her nightshirt already rucked up around her hips.
"You promised you'd help me," she whispered into the dark, her voice cracked and desperate.
Shin's hand slid up her bare thigh under the shirt. "I know," he whispered, hoarse. "I've been dying to."
Her breath hitched as he touched the waistband of her panties, fingers curling beneath, knuckles brushing her warmth.
They moved slow—quiet, controlled—but the desperation in every touch screamed louder than words. Ai clung to him with trembling hands, her body hypersensitive. Her thighs shook as he parted them, positioning himself between them.
She whimpered as she felt his bare skin against hers. No rush. Just the weight of his body, the unbearable anticipation of what she needed from him.
And then—
With a slow, breath-stealing push, he entered her.
Ai clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes squeezing shut as the familiar stretch filled her. Her other arm wrapped around his shoulders tightly, nails biting into his skin. Tears stung the corners of her eyes at the overwhelming emotion that hit her all at once.
Finally.
Finally, he was inside her again.
After hours of wanting. After so many nights of interrupted chances. After feeling second to a child she didn't hate, but couldn't help resenting.
"Yes… yes, Onii-chan… please…" she whimpered into his ear, trembling.
Shin's hand gently covered her mouth, his palm warm against her lips. "Shhh… Ai… I love you…"
Her eyes flew open. She bit his hand—not hard, just enough to anchor herself—before nodding fiercely.
"I love you more," she cried into his palm, voice muffled and breaking.
His thrusts were slow, deliberate. A quiet rhythm, deep and full. He was careful, even as his body trembled with effort—trying not to make a sound loud enough to wake Asahi.
But the sounds were there anyway.
The soft slap of skin.
The creak of the floor under their joined weight.
The quiet, wet sounds of their joining.
Ai's legs wrapped tighter around his waist, ankles hooking at his back. Every time he filled her, her back arched in need. She felt everything—his size, his heat, the way he fit her so completely.
And emotionally—it broke her.
She wanted to sob. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tell him everything.
"You make me feel like I matter," she whispered when his hand slid from her mouth to her cheek. "You look at me like I'm beautiful…"
"You are," he said instantly, breath hot against her ear.
Her body shook. She kissed him again, mouth desperate, hungry, wet with tears.
Her climax hit harder than she expected.
With a muffled scream against his shoulder, her entire body tensed around him, convulsing in helpless, trembling release. Her arms tightened around his neck as her breath hitched and her hips rocked to match his slow, deeper thrusts.
And she cried.
Not from pain, not from shame—but from love so deep it scared her.
Shin groaned into her neck, body rigid. "Ai… Ai, I—"
"Do it," she breathed. "Inside. I want all of you."
He followed moments later with a silent, gasping cry, his body jerking once, twice, then collapsing against her with shuddering relief.
They lay tangled together, skin slick, limbs locked. His seed still inside her, warm and grounding.
Her tears fell again.
He kissed them as they rolled down her cheeks, brushing his lips over every one like they were precious.
"You're everything to me," he whispered against her temple, arms wrapped tightly around her. "Even when I'm pinned down by a tiny human burrito."
She let out a breathless, shaking laugh.
"I'm still jealous," she admitted. "Of a seven-year-old. What is wrong with me…"
"You're in love," he said, simple as that.
She nodded into his neck. "And addicted."
"Same."
She clung to him fiercely. "Let's never stop."
"Not even death will stop me."
"Damn right," she murmured. "Ghost sex."
They both chuckled quietly, breath mingling in the dark.
And then, a sleepy voice mumbled: "Onii-chan… stop moving…"
Ai glared into the dark. "I hate how cute he is."
Shin kissed her forehead, smiling. "Go to sleep, wildcat. I'll hold you both."
Ai finally surrendered to sleep in his arms, whispering, "You better. I need your body heat. And your body."
He held her close.
And for a little while, in the quiet between love and dreams, everything felt whole.
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END OF CHAPTER : 142 : FINALLY!
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