R18
He reached behind her and finding the zipper of her bodysuit. He pulled it down slowly, revealing more of that lace-edged cleavage, the swell of her breasts.
The zipper continued down, and he peeled the top half of the bodysuit down her arms, exposing her completely from the waist up. No bra—just bare skin and those perfect breasts, pale in the afternoon light.
The cold winter air hit her exposed skin immediately. Her light pink nipples hardened into tight peaks, her ivory skin pebbling from the freezing temperature.
"Cold?" he murmured.
"why don't you warm me up" She whispered in his ear.
Shien lowered his head, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth. The contrast of the cold air and his hot mouth made Mei Mei moan, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. His hand cupped her other breast, thumb brushing over the pebbled nipple.
"Yes—" she gasped, her breath visible in the frigid air.
He lavished attention on one breast, then the other—sucking, licking, occasionally grazing with his teeth. Her skin was freezing from the winter air, but his mouth warmed each place he touched.
Snow continued to fall, landing on her bare skin, melting from the heat between them.
After several minutes of this, Mei Mei gently pushed him back against the car. "Let me take care of you" she said with a wicked smile.
Her hands went to his belt, undoing it despite the cold. She unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and pulled them down along with his underwear.
"My Shien-kun is so hard..." she murmured.
She held his gaze and spat into her palm—deliberately, the saliva pooling in her hand, steaming slightly in the cold air.
Still standing, still looking into his eyes with that smirk, she wrapped her wet palm around the head of his cock. She rotated her hand slowly, spreading the saliva over his glans, coating it thoroughly with the warm slickness.
"Fuck—" Shien grunted.
Her hand worked in slow circles, palming the sensitive head, and she watched his face with obvious satisfaction.
"Feels good?" she asked, that smirk never leaving her lips.
"Yes—"
She gave the head one more slow rotation, then released him and sank gracefully to her knees in the snow beside the car.
Shien's hands gripped the edge of the car hood behind him. He had to be careful, He could accidently hurt her in a fit of passion. He gripped the hood of a car Mei Mei pleasured him.
Her hands immediately returned to their work—one wrapping around his length, stroking slowly, while the other cupped his balls gently.
She leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over his cock, a stark contrast to the freezing air. She didn't touch him yet with her mouth—just let her breath warm his cold, saliva-slick skin.
"Mei Mei—" he grunted through gritted teeth.
She smiled up at him, clearly enjoying his reaction, then her warm breath moved lower, caressing his balls.
Then her tongue pressed against his inner thigh. She licked slowly upward, her breath continuing to mist against his skin.
She moved lower still, her long tongue finding the sensitive skin under his balls. She licked there slowly, deliberately, her warm breath making him groan.
Shien's fingers dug into the metal of the car hood. He felt it give slightly under the pressure, beginning to dent.
She took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently while her hand resumed stroking his length. Her tongue swirled, hot and wet.
She released him with a wet pop, looked up at him with that smirk, and ran her tongue up his entire length—one long, slow lick from beneath his balls all the way to the tip.
She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the ridge, then took him into her mouth.
The heat was devastating. Her mouth was perfect—wet, hot, consuming.
She took him all the way to the root, her throat working, as her tongue snaked under his cock to tease his balls. Shien's grip on the car tightened as the metal bent under his fingers.
The pleasure built rapidly, the combination of sensations overwhelming.
Just when he felt himself approaching the edge, she pulled back completely and bit down gently on his cockhead—not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to create a sharp sensation that pulled him back from the brink.
"Fuck—Mei Mei torturing me—"
She looked up at him with that infuriating smirk and licked where she'd bitten, soothing the spot with her warm, wet tongue.
"Not yet, Shien-kun" she said, her voice playful.
"You're killing me," Shien grunted.
Her smirk widened, and she made an exaggeratedly innocent face—eyes wide, expression sweet. "Who, me?"
She took him deep again, her throat working, building the pleasure back up with practiced movements. Her hands never stopped—one massaging his balls, the other stroking his base in rhythm with her mouth.
Shien's nails scraped against the metal, leaving gouges. He could feel the car hood deforming under his grip.
Again, when he got close, she pulled back and bit—this time on the sensitive underside. Again, that smirk as she looked up at him. Again, her tongue soothed the spot with long, slow licks.
"AHHH ! .....Mei Mei—fucking hell—"
"Language, Shien-kun.." she teased, that innocent expression back on her face, completely at odds with what she was doing.
She spat onto his cock, using both hands to spread the saliva, coating him thoroughly. The wet sounds were obscene.
Then she took him in her mouth again, deeper this time. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside, then the very tip of her tongue found his slit and pressed against it gently.
"Holy—fuck—"
She held him there, her tongue tip teasing that sensitive opening, circling it, pressing lightly, while one hand worked his shaft and the other massaged his balls.
The sensation was intense. Her tongue was long, clever, and the way it teased his slit while she sucked him—
She pulled back with that smirk again. "Sensitive?"
"You know—exactly—what you're doing—" He grunted, his fingers digging deeper into the metal. He could hear it creak.
And abruptly stopped.
"I do," she agreed, giggling playfully. She made that innocent face again, blinking up at him. "Is something wrong? i could stop...."
"You're soo ...evil."
"I know." She licked up his length slowly. "Isn't it fun?"
This time when she took him in her mouth, her tongue focused on the tip—swirling around the head, teasing the ridge, occasionally pressing against his slit but mostly just circling and swirling with maddening precision.
Her finger tips tickled his inner thighs and his balls, then moved lower to press against that sensitive spot beneath them.
The wet, sloppy sounds filled the air. Saliva dripped from her lips, coating him, running down her chin onto her bare chest that was still exposed to the winter air.
Just when he was about to lose control, she pulled back again and bit down gently on his shaft—
"Fuck—Mei Mei—Let me go—"
She giggled, released, and soothed with her tongue. "Just a little longer. I'm having too much fun."
Her hands moved to his ass, gripping firmly. She took him as deep as she could, then pulled him forward with her hands, forcing him deeper into her throat.
Shien's hands clenched on the car hood.
She held him there, swallowing around him, her nose pressed against him, taking everything.
Her hands gripped his ass harder, and she began pulling him into her throat with each movement—deep, relentless strokes, her throat working around him.
Her tongue occasionally teased his tip when she pulled back, swirling, circling, sometimes pressing against his slit before taking him deep again.
The combination was devastating. The sight of her on her knees with spit dripping onto her exposed chest, the feel of her throat, her hands gripping his ass, her tongue teasing—
"Mei Mei—I can't—I'm going to—"
She didn't pull away. Her hands gripped his ass harder, pulling him as deep as possible, and she looked up at him with those eyes, that playful glint still visible even with her mouth full.
The pleasure hit like a wave. Shien groaned as he came, his hands crushing the metal of the car hood, leaving deep handprints as his entire body shuddered.
Mei Mei's hands held his ass firmly, keeping him buried deep in her throat as she swallowed everything. Her throat worked around him, her eyes never leaving his face as she watched him come apart completely.
When he was finally spent, she pulled back slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Her tongue licked up his length as she withdrew, cleaning him thoroughly.
She licked around the head, the ridge, along the shaft—her tongue swirling around the tip, occasionally pressing against his slit, making him jerk from oversensitivity. She giggled at his reaction.
When she was satisfied he was clean, she licked her lips slowly, deliberately, still looking into his eyes.
Some saliva still glistened on her chin and chest. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, that satisfied smirk never leaving her face.
"Still alive?" she asked teasingly.
"Barely," Shien managed, still catching his breath. He looked down at the car hood—his handprints were clearly visible, the metal deeply dented and crumpled.
Mei Mei followed his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "My, my sweet Shien did I make you lose control?"
"Almost killed me" he admitted.
"Good. Only the best for you." She stood gracefully and pressed herself against him, her bare breasts pushing against his chest as she leaned in close.
She pressed herself even closer, rubbing her breasts against him as her tongue traced up his neck. She found his ear, and her tongue swirled around the shell of it slowly, then traced inside, the wet heat making him shiver.
"I have a room booked," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, her breasts still pressed against his chest. Her tongue swirled in his ear again. "Let me make your first time special."
Then she bit his earlobe gently, tugging it with her teeth.
She pulled the top of her bodysuit back up, zipping it closed, then closed her coat.
Shien pulled his pants back up, still somewhat dazed, his legs slightly unsteady.
Mei Mei took his hand, that knowing smirk still on her lips. "Come on. The Ritz-Carlton penthouse suite." She glanced at the destroyed car hood and giggled. "And don't worry— you can have your way with me."
" I will have my revenge. You can count on that." Shien said wraping his hand around her waist and kissing her head.
R18 over
Zenin Estate - Midnight
Hayato kept his eyes on the highway as he drove.
The journey back had been long—Mei Mei had taken Shien to the hotel where they'd spent hours together before she'd arranged for another car to pick him up. Hayato had driven them home through the winter storm.
Shien had called his mother immediately after Naoya had been dealt with to let her know he was safe. His mother was hysterical, as he had expected, and it took five minutes to calm her down over the phone. Shien had caused the poor woman enough worry for a lifetime, but he had to go radio silent to kill the bastards trying to kill him. His mother did not know the full story, and Shien intended to keep it that way.
Shien sat in the back with Maki dozing against his shoulder while Mai was curled up in his lap. They'd spent the evening at a different hotel eating room service while he and Mei Mei were at the Ritz eating each other. Shien was grinning like an idiot. Theoretically, Mei Mei and Shien could have sex for hours and just use RCT to replenish stamina. Shien felt a wave of hate coming from his left, only to see Maki glaring at him. "What is it?" Shien asked innocently. Maki just gave him a look of disgust, "hrrmped," and stared out of the window.
Shien smiled and put an arm around her and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Maki-chan, is everything alright?" She looked at him, uncharacteristically bashful. Shien noticed her eyes were a little wet. "Hey, what is it?" Shien asked softly. Shien was shocked, as he had never seen Maki cry or show weakness of any sort. "It...it was my fault that Naoya tried to kill you. I got all of us in trouble. You got shot because of me," she confessed, sniffling lightly.
Shien's eyes widened before he pulled her closer to him. "I chose to fight him. Who could have known that bastard would go so far and hold a grudge for almost a year? If anything, it is my fault." Shien gently pulled Maki's face towards him. "I don't regret standing up for you. The only thing I regret is not believing in you. I regret telling you to give up. If anything, I should apologize. I am sorry." He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead.
Shien ran his hand through sleeping Mai's hair. "Let's all go to Okinawa. We will take Mama too. This cold is killing me. We will have a holiday just for us." Maki nodded and fell asleep against his chest.
As the car stopped, Shien gently shook the twins awake.
"We're home," he said softly.
The SUV pulled through the gates of the Zenin estate just past midnight. Snow continued to fall, coating the traditional buildings in white.
The twins stumbled out of the car, still half-asleep, Hayato carrying their bags.
The estate's main door opened before they reached it.
Naobito Zenin stood there, his expression unusually serious. And beside him—
Sayo.
Shien's mother looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her face pale with worry. The moment she saw Shien, her hand flew to her mouth.
"Shien-chan!" Her voice broke.
She ran down the steps, not caring about the frost, and threw her arms around him.
"You're alive—oh God, you're alive—" She was crying now, full sobs that shook her entire body. "I was imagining the worst—the blood in the car, gunshots... Oh, Shien..."
"I'm okay, Mom," Shien said quietly, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm fine."
She clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt. Her whole body trembled.
Behind her, Naobito stepped forward, his expression grave. "Shien, we need to—"
Shien looked at his mother, still crying into his chest, then met Naobito's eyes. He gestured slightly to Sayo with his head, silently communicating: Not now. Not in front of her.
Naobito's jaw tightened, but he nodded. He understood. Whatever needed to be discussed could wait.
"Later," the clan head said gruffly, then turned and walked back inside, leaving them privacy.
Sayo pulled back slightly, her hands cupping Shien's face, checking him over frantically. "Are you hurt? Were you injured? Why did you wait so long to call?"
"I'm not hurt," Shien assured her. "I promise. Everything's fine now."
From the shadows near the courtyard, another figure watched. Tsumiki—Maki and Mai's mother. Her expression was tense and worried, but when she saw her daughters safe, some of the tension eased from her shoulders. She met Shien's eyes briefly, a silent question: Are they okay?
Shien nodded once. She nodded back, then turned and disappeared into the estate, giving them space.
Sayo finally seemed to notice the twins standing nearby, looking exhausted and uncomfortable.
"Maki-chan, Mai-chan," she said, her voice thick with emotion. She reached out and pulled them both into the embrace as well, hugging all three of them together. "Thank God you're all safe. Thank God."
Fresh tears streamed down her face as she held them.
"I'll explain everything, Mom," Shien said quietly. "I promise. Just... not tonight. Tonight, we all need rest."
Sayo nodded against his shoulder, still crying but calming slightly.
Then she pulled back, sniffling, and looked at him more closely. Her nose wrinkled slightly.
"Shien-chan," she said, her voice still quivering. "Why do you smell like cigarettes?"
Shien froze.