The warm scent of melted butter and vanilla filled the kitchen as Shin flipped another pancake onto the growing stack beside him. Golden, fluffy, and perfectly shaped—just the way everyone loved them. He worked with quiet ease, sleeves rolled up, his lean arms dusted lightly with flour, a streak of batter teasing the corner of his cheek.
Behind him, Ai moved gracefully between the sink and the stove, humming a soft tune as she chopped vegetables and stirred a simmering pot of miso soup. She wore a loose off-shoulder sweater that hung lazily down one arm, and her skirt swayed just above her thighs with every step.
"You're making too many pancakes again, Taa-Kun," Ai said, glancing over her shoulder with a playful smile.
"Never," Shin grinned. "There's five of you to feed—and Asahi can eat like two people when it's pancakes."
Ai giggled, brushing her hair behind one ear as she leaned in to taste the broth. Shin couldn't resist. He stepped closer, standing behind her now, his chin brushing her shoulder as he wrapped one arm around her waist.
"You smell good," he murmured.
Ai's hand paused on the spoon. "You're distracting me."
"You love it when I do."
She did. And she didn't protest when his hand slid a little lower, slipping beneath the hem of her sweater to feel the warmth of her skin. Ai let out a small sigh, then resumed stirring—trying to keep her focus, even as Shin kissed the curve of her neck.
"Shin…" she whispered.
He smiled against her skin and pressed her lightly against the counter. "Just a taste," he said, as if talking about the soup instead of her.
His lips traveled along her shoulder, then down her back, fingers slowly exploring the space between her skirt and bare skin. That's when he froze—grinning.
"No panties?" he whispered, voice thick with teasing.
Ai flushed crimson, biting her lower lip. "I… forgot."
"Did you really?" Shin chuckled darkly, gripping her hips gently. "Or were you just asking for this?"
He nudged her forward slightly, bending her against the counter. Ai gasped, hands gripping the edge as Shin lifted the back of her skirt, exposing her completely to the warm light of the kitchen. She shivered at the sensation.
"This isn't fair, Ai," he murmured, teasing her with slow touches, breath hot against her ear. "You're cooking dinner like this? So shameless…"
"You're the one—ah—messing with me," she shot back, breathy.
Shin leaned in, kissing her again, deeper this time. He undid his belt silently with one hand, his other holding her steady. With a teasing stroke, he entered her slowly—Ai bit back a moan, her eyes fluttering shut as her body pressed tightly against the cold counter.
Their breaths filled the kitchen now, mixing with the sizzling sounds of dinner on the stove. Ai's body rocked with every slow movement, her moans muffled by her own wrist as she clutched it to her mouth. Shin moved with careful rhythm at first—measured, teasing, enjoying the way she trembled under him.
"You always feel this good," he whispered against her ear. "You always take me in like you were made for me."
"Taa-Kun…" she whimpered. "Please… don't stop…"
He didn't.
He gripped her tighter, thrusts growing deeper, Ai's voice rising between gasps and little cries of pleasure. Her knees buckled at times, but Shin kept her close, kept her standing, pushing her closer to the edge with every movement. The kitchen became their haven—warm, heady, filled with the sweet scent of pancakes and the heat of desire.
When Ai finally climaxed, her whole body arched, a shiver racing down her spine. Shin followed soon after, burying his face in her shoulder as he released with a groan, holding her tightly through the waves.
They stood there together for a long moment, catching their breath. Ai's legs were weak, but Shin supported her, resting his forehead on her back, still buried inside her.
"You're evil," she muttered with a dazed smile.
"You love it," he replied.
Ai turned her head and kissed him lazily, still bent over. "I do."
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The kitchen smelled like warmth—miso soup gently simmering, pancakes sizzling on the skillet, and something else entirely that lingered in the air: heat, intimacy, the aftertaste of kisses and quiet gasps shared behind closed doors.
Ai leaned forward against the kitchen counter, breath still unsteady, sweater slipping off one shoulder. Her skirt was still ruffled from where Shin had lifted it minutes ago. The warmth of his hands, his lips, the teasing pressure of his chest against her back—it clung to her skin like a second layer.
Shin stood behind her, his arms coiled around her waist like he didn't want to let go. His lips brushed the nape of her neck, his palm cupping her breast under the sweater, thumb lazily circling her nipple.
"O-Onii-Chan…" Ai half-laughed, breath hitching as she tried reaching for the ladle. "The miso soup's gonna boil over."
"Let it," he murmured into her neck, voice low and smug. "I already had something sweeter."
"Onii-Chan!" Ai squeaked when he gave her a gentle squeeze. "Dinner's gonna burn!"
He groaned dramatically, like the universe was unjust, then leaned in for one last kiss—long, deep, and smug—before slowly pulling back, hands lingering just long enough to squeeze her waist and give her rear a cheeky little pat.
"Fine, fine," he grinned, walking to the stove. "I'm just saving the rest for when we're all in bed."
Ai spun around, scandalized and blushing. "Onii-Chan!"
He winked, flipping a pancake with effortless grace. "What? It's true."
Shin smirked and returned to the stove, flipping a pancake like nothing happened. Ai tried to focus, stirring the soup and plating vegetables with her heart still fluttering.
"You okay, Ai?" he asked innocently.
She threw a sliced carrot at him.
He caught it in his mouth. "Still got it."
"Show-off."
The tension softened into laughter. The two moved in a rhythm of domestic warmth—Ai arranging salad, Shin flipping pancakes that filled the air with buttery sweetness.
A soft knock on the doorway drew both their attention.
Rika stepped in, hair slightly tousled. She paused mid-step, blinking at the obvious tension in the air—Ai flushed, sweater slipping low, Shin still smirking.
"…Am I interrupting?" she asked, lips curling into a knowing smile.
"Only a little," Shin said with zero shame, turning off the burner. "But you're just in time."
Rika stepped forward—and without a word—took Shin's face in her hands and kissed him.
It was slow, unhurried, the kind of kiss that curled warm in the chest and hummed with familiarity. Ai stepped back slightly, watching them with only a hint of a smile, used to this by now.
Shin smiled against Rika's lips, then pulled back. "You taste like peppermint."
"I chewed gum," she said softly. "Didn't want to come in here with bad breath."
"I'd kiss you either way."
Rika flushed, but rolled her eyes. "Charmer."
Ai cleared her throat loudly, walking over to the counter with a smug grin. "You two are cute and all, but someone's going to trip over the soup pot."
Rika turned to her with a laugh—then blinked. "Wait… where's Aiko?"
"Right here," came a familiar voice.
Aiko entered the kitchen gracefully, cradling a sleepy Asahi in her arms. His arms were draped around her neck, his fluffy head buried against her shoulder, and his soft breaths brushing her collarbone.
"Sorry," she added, smiling warmly. "He didn't want to wake up yet."
"Sleepyhead," Shin murmured, walking over to press a kiss to Asahi's head. "Morning, little guy."
Asahi mumbled something incoherent and wiggled deeper into Aiko's hold.
"Taa-Kun…" Aiko said suddenly, eyes flicking to his. Her cheeks flushed. "I want one too."
"One what?" he teased.
"You know what."
She stepped closer—and with Asahi still nestled in her arms—lifted her chin slightly. Shin leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss to her lips. Then another. And another.
Rika sighed, pretending to roll her eyes but smiling. "It's like a kissing booth in here."
"Jealous?" Shin teased.
"Always."
Ai smiled as she resumed stirring the soup, her heart warm at the scene playing out. Despite everything, they'd found something tender between them—messy, tangled, but real.
Just then, a familiar voice snapped through the doorway.
"If I don't get pancakes in the next five seconds, someone's going to die."
Yuki stood there, arms crossed, oversized white sweater sleeves dangling well past his hands. His blue eyes were narrowed, mouth pouting in that trademark bratty glare.
"They're almost ready, Kiddo," Shin said without missing a beat.
"Don't call me that!"
"Aw, but it suits you."
Shin reached out and ruffled Yuki's soft hair.
"Stop it!" Yuki flailed, cheeks instantly pink. "I'm not a child!"
"You're the same height as Asahi," Ai muttered behind her hand, barely hiding her grin.
"I will literally stab all of you."
(Yuki is not the same height as Asahi. Ai is just teasing her.)
Rika snorted. "With what? Your plastic fork?"
Yuki growled, snatching a strawberry from the counter and popping it into his mouth. "Stupid harem…"
Aiko gently adjusted Asahi in her arms, sitting him on the counter with a pancake in her hand. He blinked sleepily but gave him a bite—and lit up.
"Mmmm! Onii-Chan pancakes!"
"The best in the world," Ai said proudly, sliding a bowl of soup onto the table.
Asahi beamed. "Better than café ones!"
Shin puffed his chest. "You hear that? I've peaked."
"Only in the kitchen," Rika deadpanned.
Ai and Aiko giggled together. "Still counts," Aiko said, pressing a kiss to Asahi's cheek as he munched happily.
Soon, the kitchen filled with the rhythmic clatter of plates, the scent of syrup and fruit, and the chaos of multiple voices talking over each other. Rika poured drinks, Ai set the table, Aiko helped distribute fruit bowls while balancing Asahi, and Yuki hovered suspiciously close to the pancakes.
"Yuki, wait," Ai warned as he reached for one. "Not until we're all seated."
He grumbled but backed off. "Tch. Tyrants."
Shin finished stacking a final plate of golden pancakes. Whipped cream, sliced bananas, strawberries, chocolate chips, and syrup bottles surrounded it like offerings.
He wiped his hands on a towel. "Alright, dinner is served!"
Everyone gathered around the table—Ai to Shin's right, Aiko to his left with Asahi in her lap, Rika across from them, Yuki squished next to her, pouting but clearly excited.
Yuki instantly stabbed a pancake and shoved a bite in his mouth. "Mmff—okay, fine—this is stupid good."
"I told you," Ai said smugly.
Shin leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on Ai's thigh under the table, the other sneaking to tug gently on Aiko's hand.
"You alright?" he asked quietly, watching her feed a piece to Asahi.
Aiko smiled. "I'm happy," she said, not looking at him. "Even like this… I'm really happy."
Shin squeezed her hand.
Asahi's voice broke the quiet. "Onii-Chan?"
"Yeah, buddy?"
"I love you the most."
Everyone laughed.
"Not fair," Rika said, folding her arms.
"Same!" Ai said immediately.
Aiko joined in with a playful, "Me too."
Yuki scowled. "Tch… Baka."
But his voice was soft. Quiet.
Shin chuckled, lifting his coffee. "I love you all, too."
They dug in together, voices overlapping, pancakes vanishing in record time, and laughter bouncing off the walls like sunlight. Asahi hummed with joy after every bite, syrup smeared across his cheeks. Ai wiped his mouth gently, kissing his forehead. Aiko leaned on Shin's shoulder, and Rika rested her chin on her palm, just watching.
Yuki kept muttering insults every time Shin poked at him, but he never actually pulled away.
The room—cramped and a little chaotic—felt more like home than anything else in the world.
And Shin? He looked around at the girls—his girls— and also his boy, Yuki, and smiled like a man who had already won the lottery.
This was his family.
His heart.
His madness.
And he wouldn't trade it for anything.
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END OF CHAPTER : 166 : PANCAKE SEDUCTION!
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