The room was drenched in shadows and low amber light, flickering like a candle's soft sigh. The air was thick with heat and scent—of skin, sweat, and the unmistakable tension of passion that had yet to fully burn out. Their bodies were tangled in a shared fever, limbs intertwined, hearts beating like drums in a wild, primal rhythm.
Aiko's moan echoed through the space like a bell rung too hard. Her body convulsed as the final waves of pleasure pulsed through her, her thighs quivering and her hands clawing at the sheets beneath her. With a breathless gasp, she collapsed backward, her flushed body falling against the mattress like a ragdoll undone. Her mind was a dizzy blur, her thoughts slow and sticky like honey.
"I can't... I can't believe how deeply I feel this... How I want more, even after all that... Taa-Kun..."
In front o her, Yuki hadn't paused. His delicate fingers pressed against Shin's chest as he kissed down his torso with focused hunger—along his collarbone, his neck, and down to his nipples, where he traced soft circles with his tongue, tasting every inch. His pale, lithe body trembled each time Shin's fingers curled inside him, teasing him deeper, firmer, reaching new places that made him gasp and bite his lip.
"B-Baka… you're doing it on purpose… aah… damn it, Shin…" Yuki's thoughts were loud and chaotic, his tsundere front barely holding.
"Why does it feel this good…? Why do I want him to keep doing it…? Why do I love this idiot so much…?"
Rika was perched atop Shin's face, her thighs trembling, her body pressing down as her hands clung to the headboard. Her breath was uneven, chest rising and falling, mouth parted in desperate moans as she rocked her hips against him. Shin's tongue danced with expert rhythm, pulling her higher until her voice cracked into sharp cries of release.
"I shouldn't… but I can't stop... Ai's holding me… does she see how much I want her too?"
Ai, flushed and panting, had her arms wrapped tightly around Rims from behind. Her fingers had been exploring Rika's breasts—squeezing, pinching, playing with them like they were her own toys, delighting in Rika's breathless reactions. And when Rika's moan cracked as she climaxed, Ai gasped too, her head falling against headboard.
But Ai's hunger had only grown.
She broke away with a whimper and crawled toward Shin's lap, her hands trembling as they reached for him. Her eyes burned with need, her lips parted. She climbed onto him, and without hesitation, guided him inside herself, gasping as her body adjusted to him again.
"Y-You're mine, Onii-Chan…!" she whispered, but it came out as a cry.
Shin's hands caught her hips automatically, groaning into the movement. He looked up at her with a crooked grin, sweat on his brow, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I've already lost count, Ai…" he teased, voice hoarse but playful. "The bath, the kitchen, you even rode my face before Rika today… but look at you, still not satisfied."
Ai, still moving, threw her head back and let out a low moan, biting her lip to stop herself from crying too loudly. Then she leaned forward, gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "It's your fault…!" she whispered between breaths. "You keep doing it… you keep making me feel this way. Ten times isn't enough! I… I love you more than anyone else…"
Her voice cracked—and that one line struck like lightning.
The room stilled, just for a second.
Rika blinked, her breath catching.
Yuki paused, his lips brushing Shin's collarbone.
Aiko stirred, her lashes fluttering.
That declaration—the possessiveness, the love—sparked something in all of them.
Shin felt the ripple of emotion, but before he could reply, Rika moved.
Still dazed from her own climax, Rika crawled toward them, her hazy brown eyes now dark with something sharper—desire, yes, but also a challenge. She slid behind Ai, placing herself behind Ai and on Shin's thighs, her body pressing against Ai's back like a second skin. She wrapped her arms around Ai's waist, her bare breasts squishing into Ai's slick back, and her hands slid upward to cup Ai's chest.
Her fingers pinched Ai's nipples firmly from behind.
"A little revenge," Rika whispered into Ai's ear, breath hot. "You teased me earlier. My turn."
Ai gasped, caught between the rhythm of Shin inside her and Rika's teasing hands. Her body jerked, her fingers clenched in Shin's shoulders.
"R-Rika…?"
Rika said nothing more—only nipped lightly at Ai's neck and trailed kisses down her spine, as her hips began to subtly grind against Shin's thighs from behind, chasing her own high again.
"I love you too, Ai… but you don't see it… you only see him…" her thoughts echoed silently, her smile sad even as her body ached for more.
Meanwhile, Yuki's whimpers had grown louder, sharper—Shin had slipped in a third finger, and the pressure was making the boy shudder uncontrollably.
"D-Damn it, Shin!" Yuki cried out, voice breaking, cheeks red and eyes glassy. "Stop teasing…!"
Shin chuckled, teasingly brushing his lips over Yuki's ear.
"Still calling me names, huh, Kiddo?" he whispered. "Even when you're melting around my fingers like this?"
"I-I hate you!" Yuki snapped, voice cracking. "B-Baka… I—! Aah…"
But his hips bucked again, and he arched his back, tears of pleasure forming at the corners of his eyes.
Off to the side, Aiko stirred. Her breath had slowed, but her heart had not. She watched them all—watched Ai riding Shin with her usual, loving desperation; watched Rika grinding behind her like a secret flame; watched Yuki panting and squirming in Shin's arms—and a soft smile curled her lips.
"He belongs to all of us… doesn't he…?"
She crawled forward, slowly, her body aching but her heart still racing. She reached Shin's side, and he turned to her with a smirk. Their eyes locked—no words needed. Aiko cupped his cheek and kissed him, tenderly at first, then deeper. Shin's free arm—still not tangled in another body—slid around her back, caressing her spine before dipping lower, slipping between her thighs.
Aiko moaned into the kiss as his fingers found her again, her hips rocking gently in response.
"Taa-Kun… you always know… always know how to touch me…"
Around them, the room throbbed with sound—moans, gasps, soft wet noises, whispers of love and curses of surrender.
And the night wasn't close to ending.
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END OF CHAPTER : 171 : ENTWINED HEARTS AND TANGLED DESIRES! : PART : 1
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