For a few long seconds, the room hung in heavy silence.
The air was thick with sweat, the lingering moans of pleasure still echoing faintly off the walls. Shin sat up between Ai and Rika, his chest heaving from exertion. His dark eyes were half-lidded, but they still burned with hunger—wild, untamed, and insatiable.
Ai lay against Rika's body, breathless, her skin flushed red and damp. Rika's arms were still wrapped loosely around her, fingers trembling, nails digging lightly into Ai's back as if grounding herself.
But Shin moved again.
And this time, there was no hesitation.
With a firm grip, he reached out, sliding one arm around Ai's waist. She gasped as he pulled her off Rika—rough, but not cruel—lifting her effortlessly and placing her gently on the bed beside the other two, who were still barely conscious.
Ai blinked, confused and slightly dazed. "Onii-chan…?"
But Shin didn't answer. His focus had shifted completely.
To Rika.
Rika's breath hitched as she found herself alone beneath his gaze. Her body ached in all the right ways, but she could still feel the ghost of Ai's warmth on her skin. And now, Shin's looming form above her made her heart pound like thunder.
"Onii-San—?" she began, but he was already on her.
He descended with purpose, hands sliding over her arms, then down to her sides. Rika squirmed slightly, her legs moving instinctively, but there was nowhere to run—not that she wanted to. Not really.
He pressed her down, lips crashing against hers with a growl.
Rika moaned into his mouth, her body arching up to meet him. His tongue invaded without warning, tasting her with heat and hunger. It was less a kiss and more a devouring, and Rika melted into it like wax under a flame.
His hands roamed, fingers squeezing her thighs, then her waist, then upward—finding her breasts and taking hold of them with no gentleness at all. She cried out, her hips jerking.
He twisted, pulled, kneaded.
Rika whimpered against his lips, breaking the kiss for air, but he didn't stop. He moved to her jaw, her throat, nipping, biting, sucking—leaving behind heat and bruises.
One hand remained firmly on her breast, tugging and teasing the sensitive bud, while the other gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
Her lips were swollen, eyes wide, pupils dilated.
Shin smirked. "You like this, don't you?"
Rika tried to answer, but only a broken moan escaped her throat.
"Say it," he whispered, his thumb brushing over her lower lip before plunging his mouth against it again. "You want this."
"Yes," she breathed, voice cracking, "I want you."
His eyes glinted darkly.
With that, he pushed her thighs open wider and moved between them. His fingers slid up her inner thighs, dancing closer and closer to where she needed him most.
But he didn't go there.
Not yet.
Instead, he dipped his head low again, taking one breast into his mouth while his hand tortured the other. He licked, sucked, bit—until Rika was writhing beneath him, gasping his name like a prayer.
Her legs trembled, thighs trying to close around him, but he was too strong. His arm pinned her open as he continued his merciless attention, leaving her no room to breathe.
She was drenched. Her body was begging.
And still—he kept her right on the edge.
"Why did you let Ai lie on you like that?" he asked suddenly, his voice a low, dark rumble. "Did you like her body on yours?"
Rika's breath hitched.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"I…"
Shin's eyes narrowed, watching her reaction closely. His fingers slid lower now, finally brushing against the soaked heat between her legs. She cried out, her body jolting.
"Answer me," he said.
"You know I like her," Rika admitted, trembling, whispering in his ear, so only he could hear her.
Shin grinned, wicked and satisfied.
"Good," he whispered. "Then show me."
And with a sudden motion, he pulled her upright and turned her around, putting her on her hands and knees. Rika didn't resist—her body moved with his, trusting, eager, shaking with anticipation.
He leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back, his breath hot against her ear.
"I'm going to make you forget everything except me."
Then he entered her—slow, thick, stretching her completely—and Rika's scream of pleasure echoed through the room.
She clung to the sheets, her body trembling with every thrust as Shin drove into her mercilessly. His hips slapped against her, loud and rhythmic, as his hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her back into each stroke.
Rika's hair clung to her face, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open in a constant moan.
And all the while, Ai watched.
Her cheeks were red, lips parted, her fingers twitching beside her thighs—touching herself.
Watched the way Shin used Rika.
Watched the way Rika loved it.
Watched the raw desire written across her best friend's face.
And somehow, that made her heart beat faster than anything else.
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END OF CHAPTER : 175 : THE WAY SHE FEELS!
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