7:05 AM.
The soft rays of dawn crept silently through the curtains, tracing golden lines across the floor and the still air of the quiet room. The warm hush of early morning wrapped the beds in a tender glow, casting the sleepy world into a fragile dreamscape.
In the far bed, Shin lay with Ai, both tangled beneath a blanket that barely held together the aftermath of last night's passionate secret. Their legs were woven tightly, arms around each other, their naked forms hidden beneath the folds of the sheets. Their breaths were steady—deep, peaceful, exhausted.
In the middle, Rika and Yuki slumbered close, their blanket kicked halfway down their legs after a night of restless sleep. Rika's hair draped over Yuki's shoulder like a silken shawl, and Yuki's pouty lips twitched with the rhythm of a dream he wasn't ready to leave. Neither of them stirred, lost in their own little worlds.
But on the first bed, something was shifting.
A small lump under the covers began to move. A tousle of soft black hair twitched as a pair of drowsy eyes blinked open slowly.
Asahi stirred.
His tiny nose wrinkled instinctively as the scent of sweet warmth filled his senses. His cheek was pressed against something incredibly soft—much softer than a pillow, and warmer, too. Each time he shifted, the thing beneath his face jiggled like jelly.
"Mmm…" he mumbled, voice muffled. "Amu-chan smells nice…"
Still swimming through the last threads of sleep, Asahi's small hands moved instinctively. One little hand rose and fell with a lazy rhythm, then the other. They were resting on something—round… warm… and strangely squishy.
Without thinking, his tiny fingers gave an experimental squeeze.
Squish.
The soft mound gave beneath his touch, molding perfectly to his palm like dough. Encouraged by the texture, his other hand joined in.
Pat. Cup. Squish.
Asahi let out a soft, pleased sigh, eyes fluttering half-open. The world under the blanket was dim and cozy, lit only by the faint morning light filtering in from the edges.
He blinked, sleep still hanging from his lashes.
And that's when he realized.
He wasn't hugging a pillow.
He was clinging to Aiko's bare chest.
More specifically—his small hands were buried in her breasts.
A smile curled across his lips.
"Hehe… boobie mountain again…" he whispered, eyes wide with childish awe.
He tilted his head, gazing up. Just above him, Aiko's peaceful face rested atop the same pillow, her brown hair spread like a silken halo. Her expression was serene, her lips parted just enough to breathe gently. She looked angelic—beautiful even in sleep.
Asahi's cheek nestled deeper into her soft chest with blissful satisfaction. His little hands squeezed again.
Squish.
Squish-squish.
He liked how they filled his hands, how they responded to every touch—like warm jelly clouds made just for hugging.
His fingers began to move more purposefully now, not out of sleep but curiosity.
One hand carefully lifted a breast, watching it wobble gently, even beneath the blanket.
Squish… bounce…
He giggled quietly. "Boobie jelly…"
He giggled softly, rubbing his cheek deeper into Aiko's chest, sighing in pure bliss.
His fingers curled and began massaging absentmindedly—as if kneading dough.
One squeeze… two squeezes…
Then, he brought his thumbs into play, gently pressing them together like he was squishing jelly between crackers.
Still no reaction from the sleeping Aiko—only a peaceful smile on her lips as she held her A-Chan close, her arms curled around his small frame like a mother tiger with her cub.
And then—his thumb brushed something.
A different texture. Harder. Still soft, but... pokey?
"Huh?"
He gave it a curious nudge.
Then a firm poke.
The soft flesh twitched.
"Eh…?"
Asahi tilted his head again, eyes narrowing as he poked once more.
This time, a tiny gasp slipped from Aiko's lips—barely audible, no more than a breath. Her eyes didn't open, but her body shifted ever so slightly under the blanket.
Asahi's heart skipped.
"…Did I do that?" he whispered to himself, amazed.
Naturally, he had to try again.
Pinch.
Tweak.
Roll.
Her nipple stood firm between his fingers, reacting to each experimental movement. He glanced at the other breast. His other hand reached up, mirroring the first.
Pinch. Tweak. Squeeze.
Aiko didn't stir. Her lips held the same sleepy smile. Her arms were still wrapped around him tightly, protectively.
"Amu-chan's boobies got little buttons!" he whispered in awe, now both hands pinching her nipples curiously like he'd found a hidden feature in his favorite toy.
Still half-asleep, he leaned in and gave a long, soft nuzzle between them.
"Boobie pillows… with squishy jelly buttons…"
He tugged gently, rolling the tips between his fingers.
"Do they do something if I press them long enough?"
Another soft gasp came from Aiko, her thighs shifting slightly under the blanket.
Her lips curled into a sleepy smile.
He pinched it between his fingers gently, watching it spring slightly.
Then the other.
Pinch. Roll. Squeeze.
Still no reaction.
He looked up at Aiko's sleeping face.
Nothing.
"She's still asleep?" Asahi whispered again, eyebrows lifting.
A grin formed slowly.
"That means I can do more…"
With an innocent kind of delight, he lay his head down again, nose buried between the soft slopes of Aiko's breasts. Her skin was so warm, so smooth—it was like heaven to his small senses.
And his hands were busy.
He pinched both tips gently, watching the way the nipples responded. With each squeeze, they seemed to bounce back—like little jelly buttons. He made both nipples point upward like tiny towers.
"Hehehe… boobie towers… activate!" he declared under his breath.
He squeezed both nipples at once and watched them stiffen just slightly, imagining them as magical switches from some game. Then he pressed his thumbs around the areolas and made slow circles.
Press. Swirl. Flick.
Still no reaction.
She only pulled him closer in her sleep, her arms locking tighter like a mama bear snuggling her cub.
That only made him bolder.
"Squish-squish… poke… bounce…" he chanted softly, like it was a sacred ritual.
He puffed a breath of air between them.
"Pffffhhhhh—"
Aiko gave a tiny shiver. Her thighs shifted slightly under the blanket, but her eyes never opened.
He stared.
"Amu-chan's boobs are indestructible," he whispered in reverence.
Then something sparked in his mind.
Asahi leaned back, eyes wide with inspiration.
"…Maybe they shoot milk…"
He gave one nipple another experimental press. Then a firmer squeeze.
"Like in those cow videos Onii-chan showed me…"
His face lit up with innocent excitement as he gave both breasts a synchronized tug.
Nothing came out, of course.
But Asahi was too caught up in his own imagination to care.
Still snuggled in the arms of his big sister figure, he whispered in awe, "Boobie pillows… with squishy jelly buttons… and secret milk lasers..."
He giggled, absolutely delighted.
And nestled back down into Aiko's chest, more curious than ever.
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END OF CHAPTER : 180 : SQUISHY... BOUNCY... NIPPLE? : PART : 1
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