Ai sat still, her breath thin and shallow, chopsticks poised between her fingers like nothing was wrong—when in reality, everything about her body was being completely and utterly invaded. Shin's hand, once resting sweetly on her thigh, had drifted higher. Slid under the pleated skirt she wore casually around the house. It was nothing fancy, just something cute she grabbed from the laundry pile, still scented with spring-softener. She hadn't bothered with panties.
She didn't need them. Not after what he did to her earlier in the kitchen.
Her cheeks were flushed, but not from embarrassment. It was heat—still blooming between her thighs, and only stoked further as Shin's fingers found the slick, aching folds he had left soaked hours ago.
The others were too busy eating to notice.
Shin, meanwhile, looked the picture of calm. A gentle smile touched his lips as he continued eating with one hand, while the other worked her—slowly, deliberately. A finger traced the outer petals of her folds, gathering slickness and spreading it, brushing teasing circles against her clit before retreating—just enough to make her twitch in place.
Ai bit her lower lip hard.
She was breathing faster now.
"Mm," she hummed, as if responding to the taste of her food, not the maddening circles his fingers were drawing. Her back stiffened for a moment, then softened again as she forced herself to chew, to swallow, to not cry out in front of everyone.
Shin's hand squeezed tighter over Aiko's, drawing a soft gasp from her.
Their eyes met.
He smiled at Aiko, warm and real, and in that single glance, she melted.
Aiko gave a small smile back, cheeks pink, and turned her attention to Asahi who was now happily munching on his pancakes, seated snugly in her lap.
Yuki, sitting across from them, was shoveling a mouthful of whipped cream and syrup when Shin leaned his face slightly to the side and said in his usual teasing tone, "You're too cute, Yuki. I love it."
The fork Yuki was holding paused mid-air.
His bright blue eyes widened for a second before narrowing in that trademark tsundere squint. "B-Baka! D-Don't say things like that with that stupid look on your face!"
But his ears were bright red.
Shin chuckled softly, nudging his shoulder playfully. "I mean it. I can't get enough of you."
Yuki looked away, grumbling something incomprehensible, face red all the way to his neck.
Ai whimpered low in her throat—unintended.
A sharp swirl from Shin's finger had pulsed directly over her clit. Her fork clattered slightly against the plate. She coughed into her hand and went back to eating, trying not to tremble. Her toes curled in her slippers. Her thighs pressed together but it was no use—he had complete access and she was soaked. Everything about her body was betraying her.
Across the table, Rika giggled at something Asahi said, clearly oblivious to the storm brewing beneath Ai's calm expression.
Shin turned smoothly. "Rika, are you enjoying the pancakes?"
Rika looked up with puffed cheeks and syrup on the corner of her lips. "Mmhmm! They're the best I've ever had!"
Shin leaned toward her with a grin. "You're the best."
Rika's cheeks flared pink and she nearly dropped her fork.
"A-Ah… you always say that stuff so easy, dummy…" she murmured, turning her face to hide the red spreading across it.
Then came Asahi's little voice, full of delight: "I'm excited to sleep with everyone tonight!"
Everyone paused.
Aiko stifled a laugh and looked down at him warmly, ruffling his soft black hair. "You really like sleeping in the cuddle pile, huh?"
Asahi nodded. "Mhm! I get to sleep next to Onii-Chan and you and onee-chan and Yuki-Nii and Rika-onee-chan!"
Shin ruffled his hair too, grinning. "I'm looking forward to it too, bud."
The boy beamed, cheeks stuffed with another bite.
Ai was trembling now.
His fingers had become merciless. Two of them were dipping inside her folds, slow and firm, dragging along every drenched inch while his thumb lazily pressed and circled her swollen bud. She was seconds away from falling apart.
Everyone continued chatting.
Everyone was smiling.
Except Ai—who looked like she was barely holding back tears. Her lips trembled. Her hand gripped the tablecloth under the table.
Shin's fingers thrust deeper.
Her breath hitched.
Her body clenched.
Aiko turned to her. "Ai, are you okay? You look a little flushed."
Ai smiled—too wide, too quickly. "I-It's just… spicy. Syrup. Too sweet."
Yuki raised an eyebrow. "It's pancakes, not wasabi."
But the conversation moved on.
Ai's vision blurred for a second. She was losing it.
I can't… I can't keep quiet… not with his fingers doing that…
Shin leaned toward her, eyes sliding to the side, murmuring just low enough for her to hear:
"You're going to come, aren't you? All over my fingers. Right here. While everyone's watching."
Ai bit her lip so hard it almost bled.
Her thighs trembled.
He thrust—again.
A sound escaped her throat, soft and strangled.
Aiko turned toward her again.
"Still sweet?" she asked innocently.
Ai nodded with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
And then it happened.
Her body tensed, snapped tight like a cord yanked too far. Her hands clenched, eyes closing just briefly as her release rushed through her like a crashing tide—hot, wet, overwhelming. She shook in her chair, hips twitching subtly under the table.
Shin didn't stop moving his fingers until every tremble faded from her thighs.
When he finally pulled his hand back, Ai shivered, chest rising and falling fast. She didn't even realize a tear had slipped from the corner of her eye.
Shin licked his fingers discreetly.
Ai's whole face flushed crimson.
Then Shin, in his gentle voice, said aloud to the group, "You guys are all amazing, you know that?"
Asahi clapped, laughing.
Yuki grumbled something under his breath about "annoying idiots."
Aiko beamed.
Rika gave a soft, shy "Thank you…"
And Ai… looked at him. Her chest was still fluttering, her heart aching in that sweet, helpless way she could never control around him.
Shin met her eyes and winked.
Everyone else began talking again, but in each of their minds—Ai, Aiko, Yuki, and Rika—there was only one thought, echoing clearly like a vow:
"Tonight… Shin is mine."
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END OF CHAPTER : 167 : YOU'RE ALL MINE!
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