Asahi continued to nurse softly, lips locked around one nipple, while his fingers wandered to the other—tentatively at first, then more confidently. His tiny hand cupped the soft swell, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak before gently pinching it between his fingers.
He gave a tiny tug.
Aiko's body twitched again.
Encouraged, Asahi pinched again—lightly rolling the bud between his fingertips while his mouth suckled at the other side with quiet wet noises. His cheeks moved in slow rhythm, and his tongue flicked once… then again… more curious now, more intent.
Then—
Aiko gasped.
Her chest rose sharply, and the warmth beneath him tensed ever so slightly.
"Mmh…"
One of her eyes fluttered open, lashes blinking hazily in the golden morning light. Her gaze drifted downward. And then—
There he was.
Her precious little A-Chan, cheeks flushed crimson, lips still latched around her breast, both hands up on her chest as if he owned it—thumb and forefinger gently teasing her nipple while his whole face was buried between her breasts like he was trying to melt into them.
She smiled—soft, sleepy, and undeniably amused.
"…Enjoying your morning playtime, my naughty little octopus?" she murmured, voice husky with sleep and affection.
Asahi froze.
His eyes widened. His lips slipped off her nipple with a faint pop, leaving the tip wet and glistening. His hands remained firmly in place, still gripping her nipples like they were levers of some alien machine.
"A-Amu-chan…! I-I didn't— I mean, I thought they were buttons!"
Aiko's giggle was musical, teasing. "You were pinching my buttons, sweetie," she said with a wink, reaching down to tap the tip of his nose with a gentle finger. "You were this close to getting milk if you kept going…"
Asahi's brain promptly crashed.
He blinked at her.
Then down at her chest.
Then at his hands.
Then back at her chest again.
"You were naked," he said dumbly, his voice barely above a squeak—so soft and innocent it made Aiko's heart do a little flutter behind her ribcage.
"Mmm~ I know." She stretched like a cat beneath him, arms sliding above her head, arching her back slightly so her breasts lifted toward him. "You're lucky, aren't you, getting to touch these whenever you want?"
"W-WHY?! WHEN DID— HOW— W-WHY DID YOU LET ME— I WAS—!"
Aiko giggled again, then without hesitation, wrapped both arms around him and pulled him down into her chest.
"Because A-Chan was being so cute," she whispered warmly into his ear. "How could I stop him? You looked so happy…"
"I PINCHED YOUR NIPPLES!!" he squeaked, mortified.
"Yup," Aiko said cheerfully, kissing the top of his head. "You sure did."
There was a long pause. Asahi's face, buried against the soft swell of her breast, slowly turned an even deeper red.
"…Can I do it again?" he mumbled.
Aiko smirked, completely unfazed. "Yes," she purred, "but in a bit. Let me enjoy my A-Chan cuddle first~"
With that, she pulled the covers up over them, cocooning them in warmth and softness. Her arms coiled protectively around him as she nestled his flushed face right back where it had been—between her warm, soft breasts.
"Besides…" she whispered into his hair, her breath like silk, "they do like being pinched by you…"
Asahi gave a tiny, embarrassed whimper—but didn't move.
Not one inch.
From the other bed, a sleepy groan broke the morning's silence.
"…Tell your pervy baby to keep it down, Haa-Onee-Chan…" Ai muttered, her voice muffled as she buried her face into the pillow.
Shin, half-asleep and nuzzled into her hair, groaned. "It's 7 AM… I just finished Ai's last round…"
Aiko didn't miss a beat. With a sunny smile, she cuddled Asahi tighter against her bare chest. "Well, my A-Chan needs attention. Unlike your lewd sister who needs a Shin injection every night~"
Ai growled without lifting her head. "Say that again and I'll inject you with my foot."
From the warm nest of Aiko's arms, Asahi suddenly popped his head up, blinking with pure innocence. "Injection?! Onii-chan, are you giving Onee-chan medicine again?!"
The room fell into momentary silence.
Across the way, Rika frowned in her sleep, twitching under the covers. Yuki, curled beside her like a doll, mumbled into his pillow, "...pancakes... fluffy thighs…"
Shin blinked slowly, reality catching up in fragments. "...Yes, Asahi. Medicine. Very late-night medicine…"
Asahi's eyes sparkled. "Can I get some too, Onii-chan?"
Aiko sat up like a shot, breasts bouncing defiantly. "NO!! A-CHAN HAS AMU-CHAN'S MILK ONLY!!"
Ai turned her head lazily, one eye open and full of teasing. "Didn't know we were breastfeeding now."
"I will choke you with these boobs, Ai," Aiko said flatly, adjusting her chest with exaggerated menace.
On the other bed, Rika finally stirred, letting out a confused muffled cry beneath her blanket. "W-Why is everyone naked?!"
Shin grunted, reaching out to pull the sheets higher over Ai. "Because you all keep stealing the covers…"
Yuki pulled the blanket over his head tighter and whimpered. "I just wanted pancakes…"
Ai snorted. "Yuki-San's dreaming of pancakes. Guess what Asahi's eating for breakfast?"
Shin's voice was flat, resigned. "...Don't."
Ai grinned wickedly. "Tiddies."
Asahi blinked, then glanced up at Aiko's chest still smothering his face. "Tiddies?"
Aiko sighed dramatically. "Yes, baby. Amu-chan's very special breakfast menu."
Rika groaned and shoved a pillow over her head. "We've created a monster…"
Yuki's voice came muffled from beneath the blanket. "No… we just gave him great taste."
Shin chuckled, brushing Ai's hair back with a sleepy smirk. "That's my boy."
Asahi beamed proudly.
"Can I have seconds?"
Aiko kissed his forehead. "After cuddles, A-Chan. Always after cuddles."
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END OF CHAPTER : 182 : LITTLE OCTOPUS!
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