Aiko couldn't resist it any longer.
With Asahi still trembling in her arms, face completely buried in the pillowy warmth of her chest, she gave him another squeeze, her hands running gently over his small frame, making sure he knew he wasn't going anywhere.
"Hey, A-Chan," she whispered sweetly into his ear, brushing his bangs aside with her lips. "Why don't you sleep with me tonight instead of Onii-Chan?"
He twitched, his head jerking slightly upward, eyes wide as they peeked from under her chin. "Huh!?"
She giggled, already loving the way he startled so easily. "You'll get the softest pillow in the whole wide world~" She pulled his face back into her chest with a playful squish. "Right here~ They're fluffier than anything in your room. Promise."
"Amu-Chan!" he cried, completely red now.
But his hands didn't move. Not even a little. If anything, they sank deeper again, fingers tentatively massaging her breasts in tiny, barely noticeable circles. His body was heating up, radiating warmth that made Aiko's heart flutter.
He finally muttered into her cleavage, "I… I wouldn't mind that…"
Aiko's heart skipped.
Then—
Squeeze.
Her eyes widened a bit. That wasn't a gentle touch. That was full-on grabbing. His fingers had clenched both sides of her breasts, sinking into them with firm, bold pressure.
"A-A-Chan…!" she gasped softly, pulling back just enough to look at him.
He looked completely dazed. Dazed and red and trembling all over, but his hands refused to let go. He was panting lightly, pupils wide with a mix of panic and something... braver than usual.
"S-Sorry… I just… They're really soft…" he mumbled, squeezing again, this time slower, firmer.
Her breath hitched, and for once, she couldn't tease back right away.
A minute passed like that.
Aiko, frozen in place. Asahi, still nervously kneading.
Then she giggled, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "If I'd known grabbing my boobs would make you this bold, I would've let you earlier~"
Asahi's eyes widened and he started to pull away, but Aiko caught his hands in hers.
"Nope," she whispered with a grin. "You're not done yet. You started something, so keep going~"
"I-I didn't mean to!"
"But you did," she cooed, leaning close until their foreheads touched. "And I liked it~"
He whimpered softly, caught in the middle of his innocent embarrassment and the way her voice melted through his spine. Still, he stayed right there. His fingers still curled on her chest.
And then—
He moved.
Just a little.
His lips, trembling with hesitation, brushed lower.
Aiko blinked.
"…A-Chan?" she whispered.
Before she could finish, he kissed her.
Right on the top of her cleavage.
A tiny, soft kiss. Barely a second. But it was there.
Her mouth dropped open, eyes going wide.
And Asahi immediately buried his face again, voice muffled by shame. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I just—! I got—!"
"Aaaaaaahhh~ A-Chaaaaan~" Aiko let out a squeal, grabbing both sides of his head and pulling him up so she could stare into his panicked eyes. "Did you just kiss my boobs!?"
"I—! I—!!" he squeaked, eyes squeezed shut in terror.
She stared for a second. Then laughed.
"I didn't think you had it in you!" she grinned. "You little perv~"
"I'm sorry! I just really wanted to! I-I mean, no, I didn't want— I mean—!"
She shoved his face back down into her cleavage and rocked him side to side. "You're so getting corrupted by me~"
He mumbled nonsense, practically steaming.
But then.
SQUISH.
She yelped.
His hands suddenly clenched—hard—around her breasts, fingers digging in more than before, like he was trying to win some imaginary battle.
Her body jerked. "Ah! A-A-Chan!?"
"H-Hah! That's what you get!" he shouted against her chest. "T-That's for teasing me too much!"
She gasped, eyes wide. "You did not just get payback by mauling my boobs!"
"You started it!" he yelled back, face still red but eyes burning with defiance. "Y-You teased me so much I didn't know what else to do!"
She bit her lip, half laughing, half flustered. "That's not how revenge works!"
"Then stop teasing me!" he huffed, squeezing again, intentionally this time.
She let out a soft moan before she could stop herself, legs curling around his waist.
"A-A-Chan…" she whispered breathlessly. "You're really doing this…"
"Y-You made me this way!" he cried.
"Still are," she giggled, pulling his face up to kiss his forehead. "But you're growing up so fast~"
"I-I'm not!" he protested—but his fingers still clutched her breasts.
They stared at each other for a long moment, panting, flushed, close.
Then Aiko leaned in and whispered, "So… are you sleeping in my bed tonight or not?"
"…Only if I get the same pillow," he mumbled.
She laughed, kissing his cheek. "Of course you do~ Just don't squeeze it too hard in your sleep, okay?"
"No promises…" he grumbled—but he smiled against her skin.
They cuddled in silence, limbs tangled, chests rising together, and for once, neither of them tried to escape.
Even as the soft noises of the others continued from across the room, Aiko and Asahi had created their own little world.
One filled with fluff, heat, and playful revenge.
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END OF CHAPTER : 160 : THE SOFTEST PILLOW IN THE WORLD!
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