The soft golden light of morning crept deeper into the bedroom, warm rays sneaking past the parted curtains. The air carried the quiet hush of early day—a peace that begged to be kept, a stillness wrapped in the tangled limbs and gentle breaths of bodies clinging to sleep.
Shin's hand instinctively curled tighter around Ai's waist, his palm resting against the small of her back where her skin radiated warmth like the coals of a dying fire. Ai, still naked beneath the blanket, barely shifted—her face buried into his chest, breath hot against his skin, lashes fluttering once in a haze of post-pleasure exhaustion.
She hadn't moved since they collapsed after their… extra round.
And neither had he.
Except to breathe.
Barely.
"Too early…" Shin mumbled, voice rough with sleep as his hand lazily slid up Ai's back, fingers dragging down again in slow strokes, like tracing invisible lines that only he could see.
"Mmm…" Ai's hum was barely audible, a sleepy complaint melting against him. "Still feel you inside me…"
"Then don't move," he said, kissing the top of her head without opening his eyes. "I'll disappear if you do."
Ai didn't answer—just sighed and nuzzled deeper into him, legs tangling tighter around his.
Across the room, a rustle of fabric.
"Move," Rika mumbled in her sleep, dragging herself blindly from the middle of the bed toward the heat source she needed most.
That source was Shin.
Yuki, curled in a loose ball beside her, gave a sleepy groan and followed. His pillow slipped from under his head, prompting him to blindly reach forward until his palm found Shin's shin—and then his thigh—and then his waist. With a soft whimper, Yuki burrowed closer, worming under the blanket until his face was practically pressed against Shin's side, hair brushing his ribs.
"…Baka… you smell like Ai…" he muttered, cheeks red even in sleep.
Shin cracked one eye open.
"…Because I was in Ai," he muttered.
"Mmnnngh…" Yuki protested incoherently, not moving.
Rika arrived next.
Without a word, she slipped beneath the blanket with elegant laziness, her body pressing along Shin's back as her arm lazily draped over his side. Her breath hit the nape of his neck, warm and slow. One leg slid over his.
"Don't start another round," she muttered. "Just want heat. Human pillow. Don't tempt me."
"I have nothing left to tempt with," Shin groaned.
"You say that," Rika whispered into his ear, "but you smell like someone who came three times before sunrise."
"More than that," Ai corrected from his chest without lifting her head. "The last one had me crying."
Yuki growled. "Stop saying that in front of me…"
"You're the one clinging to his hip like a body pillow," Ai teased.
"I am not clinging—!"
"Shhh," Shin hushed them all, voice heavy and final. "Sleep. Now."
Across the bed, under the first blanket, Aiko had curled into a sitting position with Asahi nestled between her legs—head still against her chest, completely unconcerned with the chaos on the other bed. She giggled softly, brushing his messy hair back as he tried to discreetly pinch her nipple again.
"A-Chan," she said gently, "we have to behave."
"Mm… but it likes me…" he whispered sleepily, poking her softly. "It twitched."
Aiko's cheeks colored faintly.
"I'm serious, A-Chan…" she whispered. "Let everyone else rest… You've had enough breakfast for now."
"But I'm not sleepy…"
She leaned down and whispered against his forehead, "That's because you didn't get wrecked like everyone else."
From the other bed, Shin's voice drifted lazily over. "We still hear you."
Aiko snorted. "That's impressive, Taa-Kun. Didn't know you had that much blood left in your brain."
Ai chuckled into Shin's chest, her finger lazily tapping against his skin. "He doesn't. He's just on autopilot now."
"Would've thought you'd finally be asleep after that beast round," Aiko teased.
"Trying to," Ai muttered. "But your loudmouth octopus keeps getting handsy."
Asahi blinked innocently from her chest. "I'm not an octopus. I only have two hands."
Ai didn't even look. "Each one's got the strength of a tentacle and the aim of a pervert."
"I take that as a compliment," Asahi grinned.
Shin's eyes opened just enough to peek toward Aiko, who now lay on her side, holding Asahi like a precious plush toy.
His voice came out dry. "Oi, Haa-Chan…"
Aiko blinked. "Hmm?"
He didn't lift his head, just tilted it slightly—his arm still draped around Ai, with Rika wrapped around his back and Yuki buried at his side.
But his eyes locked with hers.
No words.
Just a glance.
A glance down at her chest—currently cushioning Asahi's entire face—then back up at her eyes.
Then a lazy smirk tugged at his lips.
Aiko narrowed her eyes. "Don't you dare…"
He didn't speak.
But with that smirk and a tiny shrug, he made it clear:
Those are still more mine than his.
Even if his little brother had front-row tickets to the milk buffet.
Aiko rolled her eyes. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Taa-Kun."
"It's not jealousy," he muttered. "Just a friendly reminder of ownership."
"Of my chest?"
"Shared custody. With visitation rights. Supervised."
Ai giggled into his collarbone.
Yuki hissed softly. "Pervert…"
Shin turned toward Yuki just slightly. "Oi… Kiddo…"
"…Don't."
"I'm just saying…" Shin whispered close to his ear, "…you don't have a lot of chest, but it still belongs to me too."
Yuki's eyes popped open wide.
Shin kissed his cheek with the gentlest smirk. "Don't worry. Asahi won't understand."
Asahi blinked up at Aiko. "Understand what?"
"NOTHING!" half the room shouted at once.
The blanket mountain shook with restrained laughter.
Then, slowly… steadily…
One by one, breaths started slowing.
Yuki let out a soft sigh, letting his head rest back against Shin's side, one arm draped lazily across Shin's waist.
Rika snuggled tighter, her lips brushing his shoulder, eyes fully shut again.
Ai's arms curled around Shin's chest, legs tangling deeper into his. Her voice was a whisper against his skin. "Sleep… please… don't move…"
Even Asahi quieted, finally drifting into a peaceful silence against Aiko's chest.
And Shin—at the center of it all—let his head fall back onto the pillow, exhaling one long, satisfied breath.
"Warm," he mumbled.
Ai smiled sleepily. "You're the blanket king now…"
He chuckled once. "Let me wear my crown… in silence…"
And finally, the room fell still again.
A cocoon of blankets, skin, warmth, and tangled hearts.
Only Aiko remained awake, one hand gently stroking Asahi's hair, her eyes watching Shin across the room as his arm shifted once more to pull Ai impossibly closer.
Her heart gave a tiny, fluttering tug.
"…Greedy Taa-Kun," she whispered with a soft smile. "Even in sleep, you make them love you more…"
She leaned down to kiss Asahi's head.
"…But I'm not letting go either."
She smiled again.
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END OF CHAPTER : 183 : SNUGGLE PRIORITY!
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