Ai's fingers clenched against the sheets as her body trembled. Her thighs shook, her entire frame stiffening as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. With a soft, breathless cry, her body reached its limit, a climax shaking her to her core. Her chest heaving with ragged, shuddering breaths. She fell forward, catching herself with one hand on Shin's chest.
In front of her behind Aiko, Yuki was panting hard, sweat glistening on his flushed skin. His hips never stopped moving, riding Shin's length with a growing desperation, his voice breaking into stammering moans as his pace quickened.
"A-ah… B-Baka… d-don't look…!" he whimpered, though nobody had said a word. His lace panties were bunched around one thigh, forgotten, as he moved faster, more freely now.
Just in front of him, Aiko was still straddling Shin's abs, her own body flushed with need. She was past teasing now—past patience. Her eyes flicked between Yuki, riding with frantic rhythm, and Ai, who lay trembling and dazed beside Shin.
Aiko bit her lip. Her thighs rubbed together, heart pounding in her chest. She knew what she wanted. But she had to wait.
Then it happened.
Yuki gasped, then moaned loudly, his whole frame trembling as his climax tore through him. His back arched, and a string of warm release painted across Aiko's lower back and thighs. Yuki collapsed with a small, shivering whimper, leaning back onto the bed, utterly spent.
Aiko didn't hesitate. Her hand gently wiped at the mess on her back, and then, with a deep breath, she shifted backward. Shin looked up at her, his expression warm—and something more. Tender. Familiar. Protective.
"Taa-Kun…" she whispered, her voice trembling, "It's my turn now."
Her hands found his chest for balance, and she positioned herself slowly, carefully, right above his length. Her cheeks burned. Her body trembled. This was it—the moment she had dreamed of since they were children. The moment she had secretly waited for, holding it close like a secret she never dared share.
Shin's hands gently moved to her hips, steadying her.
"It's okay," he whispered, guiding her, "I've got you."
Aiko inhaled shakily, and then, slowly, began to lower herself. Her body tensed. She felt the pressure, the stretch. Her inner walls resisted, then gradually gave way.
She whimpered, her hands tightening on his chest. Shin could feel her body clenching, her breath catching. He moved one hand up and brushed her cheek gently, whispering softly.
"You're doing great, Haa-Chan. Just a little more…"
And then—her breath hitched. There was a sharp, deep ache. A soft sound escaped her lips as her virginity gave way, taken in the most tender moment she had ever known.
She froze, trembling.
Shin waited. His hands stayed firm on her hips, holding her steady. Her breathing slowed gradually, and she nodded faintly, her eyes wet.
"I… I'm okay," she whispered. "Just… give me a second."
He kissed her forehead.
When she finally began to move, it was slow and cautious. Her hips lifted and rolled forward gently, and she gasped at the new sensation. Shin helped her, guiding her with soft, firm hands, offering her his warmth and presence as much as his body.
Aiko's voice was breathless now, her confidence returning with every passing second. "T-Taa-Kun… my body… d-does it feel good? I'm all grown up now, aren't I? I've got hips… and boobs… I'm fully ripe, right?"
Shin chuckled softly, then grabbed her hips more firmly and bounced her slightly—just once.
Aiko moaned, clapping her hand over her mouth. "Ah—mmph!"
"Definitely ripe," Shin teased in a low voice. "Perfect, Haa-Chan."
Behind her, Yuki stirred, blinking open sleepy eyes. His body was still flushed, but now he crawled slowly back toward Shin, his movement languid and shy. He settled on Shin's lower chest, just under Aiko, facing Shin's neck.
Yuki hesitated—then leaned in and kissed Shin's neck gently. Once. Then again. He trailed kisses along his collarbone, then down to his chest, where his lips found Shin's nipple and gave it a shy lick.
Shin's smile widened, and with one hand still guiding Aiko's hips, his free hand slid down Yuki's back. It paused at the base of his spine, then moved lower, slipping between Yuki's cheeks.
Yuki squeaked, jolting.
"W-What are you doing, you pervert!" he gasped, face blazing red. But he didn't pull away.
Shin chuckled and teased him gently with a finger, slipping it inside slowly, curling it as Yuki squirmed and whimpered.
"Sh-Shin—ah! S-stop that! Idiot! D-Don't think I l-like this or anything!"
He very much did.
On Shin's face, Rika had taken Ai's place, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. Her hands gripped the headboard as Shin's tongue explored her, slow and sure. Her breath caught with every motion, her voice breaking into soft, desperate gasps.
But she wasn't alone.
Ai had slid behind her silently, her fingers brushing Rika's hips before curling around her waist. With a soft tug, Ai pulled Rika against her body. The nightgown that once covered Rika had slipped away, and now Ai's hands roamed freely, cupping the soft weight of Rika's breasts.
Rika's body trembled again, her back arching.
"A-Ai…!" she gasped.
Ai didn't respond—she only kissed Rika's shoulder softly and continued to explore with her hands, gently pinching and teasing her.
Rika's head rolled back. Her body was overwhelmed—Shin's tongue below, Ai's hands above. Her heart pounded with something heavier than lust. Love.
She loved both of them. Deeply. Helplessly. Ai didn't know. But Shin did. Yuki knew. Even Aiko could sense it.
Still, Rika said nothing. She just trembled in Ai's arms, letting herself drown in this impossible, tangled pleasure.
Aiko had built up a rhythm now. Her hips moved more confidently, her hands pressed against Shin's chest for support. Her eyes were half-lidded, her face glowing with desire and determination.
She was flushed, proud, alive.
"Taa-Kun…" she whispered again, breath hitching. "You're… amazing…"
Shin reached up and brushed her bangs back.
"So are you," he murmured.
The room was thick with heat and motion. Moans and whimpers rose in rhythm with the creaking of the bed. Bodies moved in a slow, sensual ballet of connection, each person lost in their own world, yet bound by a shared warmth.
Yuki whimpered again as Shin's fingers moved deeper, teasing his most sensitive places. Rika's moans grew louder, muffled only by Ai's gentle kisses along her neck. Aiko's hips slapped softly against Shin's thighs as she chased her release, each movement sending new waves of pleasure through her trembling core.
But under it all—love.
Silent, messy, beautiful love.
Love tangled like limbs in the sheets, hidden in glances and sighs, buried in every whispered name, every trembling breath.
They were too close now to go back. And none of them wanted to.
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END OF CHAPTER : 170 : ALL HAREM!
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