Rika's breath came in shallow waves, her hips trembling as she tried to keep a steady rhythm. Her legs were tense, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of Shin's waist, thighs aching from the pressure of movement and the overwhelming sensations wracking her body. Her hands had found their way back to his shoulders, nails lightly digging in, but it wasn't enough. She needed more.
Shin's large hands suddenly clamped around her waist, firm and commanding. "Faster," he said with a husky murmur, and pulled her down with each thrust.
Rika gasped, her voice breaking into soft cries as her pace quickened under his guidance. Her body moved in sync with the rhythm he dictated, her hair clinging to her cheeks, her chest rising and falling erratically. Her moans mixed with the wet sound of their joining, her folds stretched and sensitive.
Yuki was pressed against Shin's chest, his face still tucked into the crook of Shin's neck, panting. His hips shifted in gentle circles as his hand slid between his thighs, stroking himself slowly through the lace panties he still wore. His other hand moved with cautious determination, fingers reaching back to probe and tease his own entrance.
"B-Baka... you're making me do all this," Yuki whimpered, his voice high and trembling.
Shin didn't respond—his mouth was already occupied.
Ai had climbed up and straddled his face, her slick folds lowering onto his tongue as she moaned softly, her hand rising to pinch and tug her own nipple through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her breathing quickened each time Shin's tongue curled upward, licking her in slow, practiced strokes.
Rika's body was trembling uncontrollably now. Her hands clutched at Shin's shoulders, her hips jerking erratically as her climax built up inside her, harder and faster than she was prepared for.
"A-Ahh...! Onii-San!"
With a shuddering gasp, she came. Her body tightened around him, the sensation so overwhelming she nearly collapsed forward, but Shin held her steady. Her folds clenched tightly around his cock as her climax hit, and she finally slid off him, legs too weak to hold her up.
A faint trail of blood lined the base of his shaft. Rika's virginity had been taken, and though her body still trembled, her eyes shone with dazed satisfaction.
Yuki glanced down, noticing the opportunity. With a deep blush spreading across his cheeks, he repositioned himself, lifting his hips and lowering his back end over Shin's slickened cock.
"I-Idiot," he whispered breathlessly. "Don't think I'm doing this because I want to..."
But he did.
Slowly, carefully, he pressed down, the thick head parting him. Yuki let out a strangled moan as Shin filled him inch by inch, his body trembling with the stretch and heat. Still, he didn't stop until he was fully seated.
Shin's smile was hidden behind Ai's thighs, his mouth still moving against her wet folds, licking her deeper as she began to tremble.
Rika collapsed beside them, panting softly, sweat beading on her brow. Her eyes remained half-lidded, glazed over in a haze of satisfaction—but they weren't watching Shin now. They were watching Ai.
She had always loved her. Quietly, painfully. And now, watching Ai moaning and grinding against Shin's mouth, Rika's heart ached with a different kind of longing. But she said nothing. She simply lay there, dazed and burning.
On the other bed, Asahi slept soundly, his head buried in Aiko's chest. But the woman holding him had long stopped focusing on him. Aiko's thighs rubbed together beneath the covers, and her breathing had grown heavier.
She couldn't take it anymore.
Carefully, silently, she slipped out from under Asahi's sleeping form, making sure not to wake him. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood up and reached Shin's bed, her pajama shorts clinging to her wetness.
When she reached Shin, she stripped her shorts off. Yuki's body was already bouncing gently on Shin's lap, panting, flushed, moaning in small, desperate noises. Ai's voice added to the harmony of sounds, gasping every time Shin's tongue struck a sensitive spot.
Aiko crawled onto Shin's abs and straddled him, her folds rubbing against the firm muscle of his stomach. Her hands rested flat on his chest for balance, grinding her hips slowly.
Shin opened one eye and extended a hand, grabbing one of Aiko's breasts. He gave it a firm squeeze, then reached up and undid the remaining buttons of her shirt, letting the fabric fall open to reveal her bare chest.
Aiko moaned lowly, her back arching as his hand groped her, his thumb brushing her nipple.
She didn't need penetration—not yet. Her grinding was slow, deliberate, letting the friction build up, enjoying her own private rhythm while Yuki whimpered from above, riding Shin faster now, his own pleasure reaching a peak.
Beside them, Rika had shifted again. She couldn't stop watching Ai. Her heart thudded in her chest as she crawled toward her.
"Ai... let me," she whispered, reaching out.
Ai let out a soft yelp as Rika's hands slid around her from behind. She didn't resist, though—her gown slipped further down her shoulders as Rika's hands found her breasts.
No kisses. Just touch.
Rika gently squeezed them, her fingers trembling slightly, unsure yet filled with longing. Ai gasped, hips stuttering against Shin's face, and her voice cracked with surprise and pleasure.
"R-Rika...?"
But Rika didn't answer. She simply held her, molding her hands over soft flesh, indulging in a desire she'd held back for too long.
The room was filled with panting, gasps, and the wet sounds of movement. The bed creaked softly under the weight of four bodies, each one finding release in their own way.
And Aiko was still grinding, her eyes fluttering shut, waiting—patiently, impatiently—for her turn.
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END OF CHAPTER : 169 : HEAT THAT WON'T FADE!
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