The bedroom door shut with a soft click, sealing the two of them inside.
Shin carried Ai in his arms, bridal style, her face buried in his chest. She was still warm, still clinging to him like he was her entire world. With one strong movement, he turned and dropped her onto the bed. She bounced slightly against the mattress, her hair fanning out across the pillow, her lips parted in surprise.
Before she could even say a word, Shin was already climbing onto the bed, hovering over her. His eyes were locked onto hers—hungry, tender, full of fire. Ai's breath hitched as he leaned down, brushing her lips with his in a kiss that was slow but full of pressure, deliberate, melting.
She whimpered softly against his mouth.
His hand slid along her side, warm through the fabric of her clothes. His fingertips found the hem of her top and slipped underneath, the pads of his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her waist. Ai arched instinctively into his touch, shivering as he trailed kisses down her neck, stopping just beneath her ear to nibble gently. A moan escaped her lips, quiet but honest.
Shin's hands worked slowly, carefully, unfastening her clothes one piece at a time. Every motion was deliberate—he wasn't in a rush. He wanted to feel every inch of her skin reveal itself beneath his fingers. He slowly pulled the Off shoulder top up, revealing her soft chest beneath. With each layer removed, her breathing grew heavier, her cheeks redder, her body trembling beneath his.
His lips followed the path of his hands, kissing lower, deeper, leaving warmth wherever he touched. Ai's fingers tangled in the sheets as her body responded to every kiss, every stroke, every whispered breath from him. She looked up at him, eyes clouded, lashes fluttering, her mouth forming his name like a prayer.
"Onii-Chan…" she gasped, her voice barely more than air, laced with trembling affection.
He paused for a moment, gazing down at her, brushing a lock of hair from her face. Then he leaned in again—deeper this time, closer.
"Mine," he whispered.
And Ai could only nod, her heart pounding, her whole body melting beneath his hands.
Ai's skin was soft under his fingers—warm, silky, trembling slightly with every breath she took. Shin's palm rested on the curve of her waist, fingers brushing upward slowly until they traced the delicate line beneath her ribs. Her body responded with a subtle arch, pressing herself just barely against his chest, her blush deepening.
"Don't look at me like that…" she whispered, her voice shaky but sweet.
Shin smiled faintly, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek. "Like what?"
"Like I'm…" Her voice faded as his lips touched her jawline. Her fingers gripped the sheets tighter. "…yours."
"You are mine," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Every little part of you."
She whimpered again, softer now, as his kisses moved downward. His mouth brushed her collarbone, slowly trailing across her skin, open-mouthed and hot. Her top layed lay completely open now, the soft fabric pushed aside, revealing her creamy skin and the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Her bra, pink and lacy, hugged her body like it belonged there just for his eyes.
He kissed the valley between, letting his tongue flick gently across her skin, feeling her gasp and squirm beneath him. Her hands rose hesitantly, touching his shoulders, clutching the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
"Onii-Chan…" she breathed again.
His hands reached behind her, fingers working through her long hair to unhook her bra, the clasp undone in seconds. He pulled the straps down her arms slowly, watching her face as her chest was revealed to him inch by inch. Ai turned her face to the side, trying to hide her expression, but he didn't let her.
"Look at me," he said softly.
Her eyes fluttered open, wide and full of heat and nervous wonder. He leaned in, kissing her lips again—deeper this time, drawing a soft moan from her throat. His hands cupped her bare chest gently, his thumbs brushing over the peaks, feeling her shudder at the touch.
Ai gasped, her voice almost a whine. "It's embarrassing…"
"You're beautiful," Shin whispered against her neck, kissing her again. "Every inch."
She bit her lip as his mouth moved downward, hot kisses landing just above her heart, then lower—his breath teasing her already-sensitive skin. Her back arched again, involuntarily, pressing herself into him as her voice came out in breathy fragments.
Onii-Chan-… don't tease me…"
He chuckled softly, his hands roaming over her waist, her thighs, slipping under her skirt. "I'm not teasing. I'm appreciating."
Ai's off-shoulder top now lay forgotten beside her on the bed, pink bra discarded nearby like it had never mattered. Her small frame looked even more delicate in the low, warm light of Shin's room, the way her chest rose and fell betraying how fast her heart was racing. Her cute, pink nipples—small, perky peaks—were already reacting to the cool air and his touch, standing firm and sensitive.
Shin took a moment to admire her. Her body was petite, so soft beneath him. Her modest chest fit perfectly in his hands—just the way he liked, just the way he could completely envelop them with his fingers, palms molding to her curves like he was made for it. But even more than that, he loved the way she responded to him. She looked away shyly, breath trembling, and yet her body arched ever so slightly into his touch.
"Still hiding your face?" he whispered, letting his lips hover just over one of her pink peaks.
Her hand came up, timidly trying to shield her chest. "I-I can't… i-it's too much…"
He gently took her wrist and moved her hand aside. "Let me see you like this, Ai. Just like this…"
Then he leaned in.
The moment his lips wrapped around one of her peaks, Ai cried out—a high, breathy moan that came from deep inside her. Her fingers clutched at the bedspread, eyes shut tight as her whole body tensed under him.
"Ahh—Onii-ChanA…!"
His mouth was warm, wet, and patient. He suckled gently at first, letting his tongue flick across her peak with slow, lazy circles, before drawing more firmly. Her legs squirmed, brushing against his sides, her thighs pressing together instinctively.
"You're so sensitive," he murmured against her skin before switching to the other one. "It's cute."
Ai's breath hitched again, her back arching just slightly as her other peak was engulfed. He used his fingers to softly tease the one he'd just left, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger while his mouth worked the other. He could feel her tremble, hear her panting with each teasing lick and suck.
"D-Don't say stuff like that…" she whimpered, voice cracking, "It makes it worse…"
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin. "You like it."
"I-It's embarrassing…" she whispered, her voice catching again when his tongue flicked faster.
Shin kept his rhythm slow and deliberate, alternating between sucking and licking, all while keeping his gaze on her reactions. She writhed under him, her body flushed pink and trembling. Her soft moans were starting to lose control, spilling from her lips with every breath.
Her shorts still clung tightly to her hips, the waistband digging just slightly into her skin from the way she was pressing her thighs together. Shin let one hand wander down, brushing the edge, fingers dipping just below to stroke the soft skin where her thigh met her hip.
Ai jerked slightly. "W-Wait…"
But her voice didn't carry resistance—just nervous anticipation. Her eyes, wide and glossy, met his as he looked up at her. He smiled.
"I'm not taking them off yet," he whispered, lips brushing her peak once more, "Not until you tell me to."
Shin's tongue circled her soft, pink peak again and again, slow and deliberate, before he closed his lips around it, sucking gently. Ai's voice trembled out of her throat in a breathy moan, her body twitching beneath his hands.
"Onii-Chan… Onii-Chan… aah…!"
Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her thighs squeezing together harder than before. The heat between her legs had grown unbearable, folds slick and trembling, soaked from all the teasing, the sucking, the way his voice vibrated through her skin with every breath. She could feel it—wet, needy, pulsing—and the pressure was driving her mad.
"Y-You're… y-you're not fair…" she gasped, eyes fluttering open halfway as her lips parted in a broken pant.
He didn't stop. He couldn't. Her taste, her sound, the way her small body squirmed under him—all of it had him completely lost in her. His hand slid up again, gently cupping the breast he wasn't suckling, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, fingers warm and careful, but possessive.
Ai shivered. Her hips bucked slightly without her meaning to.
"Nnn…! Onii-chan… I c-can't anymore…" she finally cried out, her voice cracking with frustration and desire. "T-Take them off… my shorts… please…"
He paused for a second—but only for a second—and gave a soft, muffled laugh against her chest.
"Hmm?" he murmured with his lips still wrapped around her peak, refusing to leave it. "These?"
His hand slid back down, fingers hooking around the waistband of her tiny shorts. Ai could barely nod, face flushed, tears clinging to her lashes from how much she needed more. She lifted her hips without thinking, just enough for him to slide the shorts down.
He pulled them off, inch by inch, never once breaking away from her chest. His mouth continued its work on her peak—sucking, teasing, letting his tongue draw slow wet circles while his hands slid her shorts down her thighs, over her knees, and off completely.
Her panties were next—thin, damp, and clinging to her from how wet she'd gotten. He paused only to brush his fingers along the waistband, teasing the soaked fabric just slightly against her skin.
"You're really wet…" he whispered, voice husky against her chest. "Did I do that?"
Ai whimpered, from his words. Her hips lifted again, more desperately this time.
Her folds were glistening, soft and flushed and wet beyond reason, under her panties.
Shin gently slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, fingers resting so close—so close—but not touching her there. Not yet.
Then, lifting his head just slightly from her chest, he looked into her eyes.
"Now then," he whispered, smirking, lips glistening slightly from where he'd been kissing her, "Ai-chan… what should I do now?"
Ai's cheeks were already burning, her voice caught somewhere between a moan and a whimper as her hands clung helplessly to the sheets beneath her. Her lips trembled—she wanted to say it, needed him to do it—but the words just refused to leave her mouth. Her folds throbbed with a slick heat, aching to be touched, but all she could do was breathe raggedly as Shin stared down at her with that teasing smile.
She turned her face away, squeezing her eyes shut.
"D-Don't make me say it…" she whispered, voice barely a breath.
Shin didn't move from her chest. His mouth returned to her peak again, suckling it with slow, rhythmic pulls while his free hand gently palmed her other breast. He gave no reply—just the wet sound of lips on skin, the feel of his tongue drawing out another shiver from her small, sensitive body.
Her thighs rubbed together in desperation. She was dripping now, every second of him teasing her sending another pulse through her core. It was too much. Too slow. Too gentle.
"I… I c-can't anymore," she whispered shakily, frustration catching in her throat.
Still, he didn't stop. He let his teeth gently graze her peak just enough to make her yelp and arch beneath him, and his hand slowly trailed down her stomach, just above where she needed him most—but still, not there.
That did it.
Ai snapped, breath ragged and heavy, voice high and trembling as she clutched his wrist.
"Onii-chan… t-touch me there…!"
Her face was flushed scarlet as she turned her eyes toward him, glossy with heat and desperation.
"Make me… c-climax… please…"
Shin finally lifted his lips from her chest, a thin string of warmth following before breaking. He looked down at her, eyes dark and glittering with heat, and gave the smallest nod.
"…Alright, Ai," he said, voice low and silky as he brought his hand lower.
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END OF CHAPTER : 45 : ONII-CHAN... I C-CAN'T ANYMORE!
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