Akane gasped.
The moment Ito entered her, her entire being pulsed with a warmth she had never known—so deeply real, so impossibly vivid. Her ghostly form, once intangible to everyone but him, now responded with startling clarity, her senses awakened to the full spectrum of pleasure, emotion, and connection.
"I-Ito…" she whispered again, voice trembling.
"I'm here," he said, holding her close, his lips brushing against her cheek. "I'm with you… all of you."
Akane clung to him, arms wrapping tightly around his back. She buried her face against his neck, breath hot and shallow. Every slow thrust sent tremors through her body—waves of heat and shivers, the kind that made her forget she was a ghost at all.
"I can feel you," she breathed. "Everywhere… it's so much…"
"You're doing so well," Ito whispered, brushing her hair back as he moved slowly inside her. His hands were tender, sliding along her sides, holding her with reverence.
Her body welcomed him eagerly, soft and wet, her walls clenching with each motion. The way he moved—so gentle, so patient—made her feel cherished, seen, alive. She whimpered softly, hips starting to move with his, her ghostly glow intensifying with every movement.
From across the bed, Aisha whispered, "She's glowing brighter…"
"She's beautiful," Hana added softly, her head resting on Aisha's shoulder as they both watched with warm, misty eyes.
Akane didn't hear them.
Her whole world had narrowed down to Ito—his breath, his warmth, the weight of his body, the rhythm of their love. She had longed for this moment, dreamed of it in silence. The yearning that had haunted her through death and beyond was finally being fulfilled.
"Ito…" she whimpered again, voice catching as he angled his hips just right, sending a jolt of pleasure deep inside her.
He paused, breathing heavier now, brushing his lips against her ear. "Tell me if it's too much."
"N-No! Don't stop," she cried softly. "Please… just a little faster… I want… I want to feel everything…"
He kissed her then—slow and full, silencing her with his lips as his hips moved with deeper, more purposeful rhythm. Her moans grew louder, breathier, echoing through the room like whispers of wind. Her fingers dug into his back as she rocked with him, hips moving to meet every thrust.
Time blurred.
The sensation of his body joining with hers over and over—his warmth, his strength, his devotion—shattered her completely. She felt tears rise, not from pain, but from a joy so overwhelming it overflowed from her spirit.
Her legs locked around him, her body trembling beneath each wave of pleasure building within her. "I… I-Ito… I think I'm…"
"It's okay," he whispered, brushing his forehead against hers. "Let it happen."
Akane's back arched suddenly, a shiver of energy coursing through her as a climax unlike anything she had ever imagined exploded through her. Her mouth parted in a silent cry as her body clenched and pulsed around him, her ethereal form glowing brilliantly, flaring like a dying star reborn.
"Ito—!!"
Her cry echoed through the room—soft, powerful, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
Ito held her tightly, slowing his rhythm, cradling her trembling form. Her breath was ragged, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as she clung to him, whispering broken words.
"You're amazing," he said, kissing her temple.
"I… I'm alive," she whispered. "I really feel alive…"
They lay together like that for a moment, their bodies still entwined, the heat of the moment slowly softening into warmth. Akane blinked up at him, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes dazed.
"I want… to stay like this forever…"
Ito kissed her again, sweet and lingering. "Then stay."
She smiled through her tears.
He began moving once more, slower now—deeper, more emotional than before. She welcomed him again, her body eager despite its fatigue, her heart fluttering with every motion.
Each thrust was an unspoken promise. Each kiss, a confession. And with every rise and fall of their rhythm, Akane gave herself to him—completely, eternally.
Her second climax came faster, more intense than before, catching her off guard. She moaned into his mouth, tears streaming down her face, her body pulsing with raw need and gratitude.
"I love you," she gasped.
Ito responded with another deep thrust and a trembling, "I love you too."
His own climax neared—his breath hitching, hands tightening around her waist. She held him close, guiding him to the edge with her trembling voice, her body clinging tightly to him.
"Ito, please… inside… I want it…"
"Akane…"
With a low groan, Ito pushed deep into her, shuddering as he spilled inside, filling her with his warmth. She gasped, her arms wrapping tightly around him as she came again, their bodies locked in perfect union.
They collapsed together, his weight comforting against her soft, glowing form.
He didn't pull away.
They stayed connected—physically, emotionally, soul to soul—as their breath slowly calmed, and silence returned to the room.
The others didn't speak.
Even Aisha was quiet, smiling gently as she watched them in the afterglow.
Aoi wiped a tear from her eye, whispering, "It's like… she was waiting all her life for that."
"She was," Mei said, holding Aoi's hand. "And now… she's finally at peace."
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END OF CHAPTER : 54 : ALL OF US : PART : 6 : AKANE'S NIGHT!
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