The soft ticking of the wall clock was the only sound that marked the passage of time in the dim, quiet room. It was just past 2AM, yet it felt like the world had slowed to a gentle pause, wrapped in warmth and the steady rhythm of peaceful breathing.
The room was quiet, the kind of sacred silence that could only follow a night filled with intense passion, whispered confessions, and the kind of closeness only lovers could share.
The air was heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and something deeply affectionate—love in its rawest, most unfiltered form.
Shin lay on his back, the blankets pooled low around his hips, his bare chest rising and falling slowly with sleep. Ai lay beside him, draped across his side, her leg curled around his waist, her cheek resting on his shoulder, and her hand tracing slow, lazy circles over his stomach.
Their bed was just beside the other, barely a foot of space between them. The layout was tight, yet somehow perfect. Intimate.
Just across the gap, Asahi and Aiko occupied the first bed. Asahi, small and delicate in his light blue pajamas, had ended up in the same position, curled tightly against Aiko's body in his sleep, his innocent face snuggled between her soft, bare breasts. Her arms were wrapped around him protectively, her own sleep deep and undisturbed. Naked under the blanket, her long legs tangled with his tiny ones. Her maternal warmth radiated from her even in sleep.
Shin's gaze drifted across the bed, and he smiled gently. "She really wrapped him up again," he murmured, voice soft with amusement.
Ai giggled quietly, her breath warm against his skin. "She always does… Even in her sleep, her boobs are his favorite pillow."
Shin let out a quiet chuckle. "Can you blame him? They're soft."
"Pervert," Ai whispered, nudging his side teasingly. "You're talking about her boobs while lying naked with me."
He tilted his head, brushing a kiss to her hair. "I'm appreciating everyone equally. I love all of you."
Ai rolled her eyes, but her smile was full of warmth. "You say that, but I get the feeling you love my boobs the most."
"Oh, I definitely do," Shin replied without shame.
Ai laughed again, burying her face in his neck for a moment before turning to glance at the middle of the bed setup, where Rika and Yuki lay between the two larger beds. They weren't tangled together, but they lay peacefully close, the shared blanket barely covering their bare bodies.
"Yuki-San's so still," Ai whispered. "He almost looks fragile when he sleeps."
"Rika too," Shin added. "She always looks like she's trying to act strong when she's awake. But like this… She looks like she finally feels safe."
There was a pause. Ai lifted her head slightly, looking into Shin's eyes with that usual sparkle of mischief she could never quite suppress—even after such a long, exhausting night.
"So," she said slowly, "should I bring up the fact that Haa-Onee-Chan waited so patiently? She really held back until Asahi fell asleep."
Shin let out a slow sigh, remembering. "She said she didn't want to start until she was sure Asahi was asleep. Said it wouldn't feel right otherwise."
Ai giggled softly, covering her mouth. "Everyone stiffened their moans so Asahi doesn't wake up the whole night."
Shin chuckled, giving her a quiet kiss on the forehead. "You especially."
"Hey, I was the loudest," she teased in a whisper, nudging him with her knee. "But also the most considerate."
"You were also the one who… kept going even after everyone fell asleep."
Ai looked smug. "That's because I'm not like the others. I don't get tired."
"No kidding," Shin muttered, amused, rubbing his shoulder where she'd clung to him earlier. "You didn't stop for three hours."
Ai giggled again, proud and unashamed. "What can I say? I love you. And I don't want to waste a single moment I get to have you. I never get tired of you," she whispered, her lips brushing his jaw. "Even when my body says no, my heart says yes."
Shin shifted, cupping her cheek and turning her face to him. He kissed her gently—soft, slow, and warm. There was no hunger left, no frenzy. Only deep affection, the kind that melted into their very bones.
"I love you, Ai," he said. "I love all of you. And I mean it when I say… I'll take responsibility. I'll marry you all. I'll raise our children. I'll be there, every single day, for each of you."
Ai's eyes shimmered. "That's a big promise, you know."
"I know. I'm ready."
Ai flushed but smiled. "Well, I'm pretty sure I'm already pregnant. After what you do to me everyday…"
Shin snorted softly. "You say that every time."
"Because it's true," she grinned. "And after today? Rika and Aiko are going to have little ones too. I just know it."
They fell into silence again, their limbs wrapped around each other beneath the heavy blanket. The warmth of skin on skin was comforting, safe. There was no shame in their nakedness. No guilt. Only love.
"…Well," Ai said suddenly, voice playful again, "Yuki won't get pregnant, obviously."
Shin snorted. "Nope. He's safe from that one."
"But he looked so peaceful tonight," Ai said. "You were so gentle yet hard with him."
"He's different," Shin murmured. "He needs love, not just sex. Tenderness."
Ai reached down and slid her fingers along Shin's, intertwining them. "You gave him that. You give us all what we need. Even me… with all my teasing, and jealousy, and possessiveness."
"I love every part of you," he said simply. "Even when you glare at me for hugging Asahi too much."
Ai puffed her cheeks. "Hmph. That little brat always clings to you. Sometimes I think he's my biggest rival."
Shin chuckled. "He wants to marry me too, remember?"
"I know," she huffed. "He says it every time we bathe together."
"He's adorable."
"He's mine too," Ai muttered, brushing a hand through Shin's hair. "He's our little brother. But if he keeps rubbing his face into Aiko's boobs like that… I will get mad."
"Poor kid's living the dream," Shin whispered, grinning.
"You're awful," Ai said, though her tone was fond.
She pulled the blanket higher over their shoulders and pressed a kiss to Shin's cheek, then to his lips again. They lingered there, locked in a soft kiss that spoke of everything unspoken—devotion, tenderness, exhaustion, fulfillment.
The faint rustling of the blanket on the other bed drew Shin's gaze for a moment. Aiko stirred slightly but didn't wake. Her arms tightened instinctively around Asahi, and his face squished deeper into her cleavage.
"He's not going anywhere," Shin said quietly.
Ai smirked. "Of course not. She's got him locked in."
"You make us whole," Ai said simply, like it was a truth older than time.
They stayed like that for a while, eyes half-lidded, voices hushed as though afraid to disturb the stillness around them. There was no more need for words, only the sound of each other's breathing, the comfort of shared silence.
Ai traced lazy circles along Shin's chest again. "Mmm… You really are gonna be a father."
"I'm ready for it."
"And you'll marry us all?"
He nodded. "One by one, or all together—I don't care. As long as you're all mine, and I'm yours."
"I am already yours," Ai whispered.
They kissed again, softer this time. Lingering.
Eventually, the fatigue returned to Ai's limbs. The soreness in her body wasn't painful—it was the ache of satisfaction, of intimacy, of having been touched, loved, and cherished.
Shin pulled her closer, nestling her head under his chin. "Sleep now," he whispered. "I've got you."
"You always do," she murmured.
Her fingers tightened around his hand.
Shin closed his eyes, his last thoughts filled with images of them—Aiko's flushed face as she whispered his name, Rika's trembling fingers as she reached for him, Yuki's quiet smile when he kissed his forehead, Ai's laughter echoing in his ears.
He loved them all.
And he would love them always.
With that, his breathing slowed, matching Ai's.
And the room, already so quiet, drifted into absolute stillness—bathed in morning light, full of warmth, full of peace.
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END OF CHAPTER : 179 : AFTERMATH!
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