Shin's chest rose and fell in uneven waves, the aftershocks of his release still rippling through his body. Ai sat beside him, cheeks flushed, fingers trembling slightly as she reached for a tissue to clean him gently, careful and respectful. Her touch was so delicate, so reverent—it made him want to melt and weep at the same time.
She looked up, a shy little smile curving her lips. "Did… that help?"
For a moment, he didn't speak. Just stared at her—her messy bangs stuck to her forehead, the dainty way she dabbed at his skin, the way her thighs pressed together like she was trying to stay modest even now.
Then he sighed. "Not enough."
Ai blinked. "Eh?"
Shin lifted an arm and pulled her down until she was lying on top of him again, her palms braced on his chest.
"I told you," he murmured into her hair, his voice still hoarse but hungry, "you're too good to me. That's the problem."
She laughed nervously. "W-What do you mean…?"
He met her gaze—half-lidded, warm, but smoldering too. "You can't kiss me like that, look at me like that, touch me like that… and think one release is enough." His hand slid along her back, resting just above the curve of her hips. "You stirred something deeper, Ai…"
Ai's breath hitched. "You mean… y-you're still…"
He guided her hand downward, and she gasped when she felt it—still hard, still warm, twitching beneath her fingers.
Her eyes widened. "But you… I thought you just…"
"I did," Shin said, voice thick with need. "And I'm still aching."
Ai's cheeks glowed redder than before. "I didn't know that could happen…"
"It's not normal," he smirked tiredly, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. "It's just you."
She bit her lip, unsure for a moment. Then she nodded, her expression softening into something fierce and devoted. "Then I'll keep going," she said. "Until it's enough."
Shin groaned softly. "You're seriously gonna kill me."
"Then die feeling good," she teased, though her voice trembled slightly with nervous excitement. She slowly slid down his body again, kneeling between his legs with more confidence this time.
Ai wrapped her hand around him once more, now slick and familiar with the shape and weight of him. He was still flushed, more sensitive now, and she noticed it right away when he twitched under her touch.
"Still this hard…?" she murmured to herself, more in awe than disbelief.
"Don't tease me," he warned lightly, a strained chuckle escaping his throat.
She giggled softly, but obeyed. This time she didn't waste time with tentative kisses. She leaned in fully, lips parting, and slowly took him into her mouth once again—warm, wet, and determined. Shin's entire body reacted instantly, hips bucking slightly despite himself.
He gripped the pillow behind his head, eyes squeezing shut. "Ai…"
Her pace was different now—less slow, more purposeful, yet still loving. She used her tongue carefully, her hands working in tandem. Everything was coated in the soft, squishy sounds of affection and breathy moans, filling the room like music.
"A-Ai, wait—" he gasped as she sucked harder, then pulled off with a soft pop.
She looked up, flushed and determined. "Still not enough, right?"
His jaw flexed, chest heaving. "Not yet…"
Ai smiled gently. "Then don't hold back. I want to hear you. I want to feel you." Her fingers tightened just a bit. "Let me take you to the end again."
And she did.
Ai slowly took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, until her lips brushed the base of him and her throat flexed around his thickness. Shin's breath caught—his fingers clenched the sheets as a raw groan spilled out.
"Ahh—Ai…!"
She gagged lightly but didn't pull away. Her hands pressed against his hips to steady herself, cheeks hollowing slightly as she drew back only to sink down again with the same determination, her tongue swirling each time she moved.
He wasn't used to this. Not just the sensation—but the devotion. The way she gave herself to him, completely, eagerly, lovingly. It wasn't lust. It was worship. Her gaze flicked up through her lashes as she worked—wide, watery, and absolutely locked on his.
His head tipped back. He was already too sensitive—his nerves still raw from the last climax. Her mouth was too warm, her rhythm too perfect, and that soft moan she let out as she bobbed made everything worse.
"Ai, I-I'm gonna—"
She responded with a hum that vibrated through his core, the sound low and wet and sinful. That was all it took.
His body jerked violently. His thighs trembled. "Ai—!"
She didn't pull away.
She stayed.
She held him deep, accepting everything he gave her—his breathless moans, his trembling, the sharp tug of fingers in her hair. Her eyes fluttered shut, cheeks flushed bright as she swallowed around him, soft gulps echoing in the silence between his moans.
When he finally went still, she slowly released him from her mouth, gasping for air as a thin line of slick trailed from her lips to his tip. Her breathing was ragged, face flushed, lips swollen.
She looked wrecked—and beautiful.
Shin barely had the strength to reach out, cupping her cheek with trembling fingers. "You… are insane."
Shin's chest heaved with every breath, his body still pulsing faintly in the aftermath of release. Ai gently laid her cheek on his thigh, her arms wrapped softly around his hips, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat and breath as it gradually began to settle.
But then, Shin shifted slightly, groaning under his breath.
She looked up at him, wide-eyed.
"Still not enough…" he muttered, voice low, raw, and almost a little embarrassed. "I thought I'd be done after that, but… damn it, Ai…"
She followed his gaze downward—and saw it. Still half-hard. Stirring again. Throbbing with renewed hunger, as if her touch had lit a fuse that hadn't finished burning.
Ai's lips parted slightly, a mix of awe and guilt sweeping through her.
"I-I didn't tire you out?" she whispered.
Shin chuckled hoarsely. "You almost did."
Ai sat up slowly, crawling higher along the bed until her face hovered just above his lower stomach. Her fingers returned to his length, now slick and twitching with heat. She could feel his pulse there, alive and insistent beneath her hand.
"…Then I'll keep going," she whispered, determination and devotion in her voice. "I won't stop until you're completely satisfied."
Before he could answer, she bent down again—and this time, she didn't hesitate.
Her lips closed around him fully, warm and soft, and Shin gasped aloud. His hand flew to her hair, not to guide, but just to hold onto something. She began a slow, steady rhythm, her tongue tracing every contour as she took more of him in with each pass. He tasted faintly of salt and skin and something purely him, and she welcomed it, savoring every reaction that spilled from his lips.
Shin tried to lift his head, tried to watch, but the pleasure was overwhelming. His eyes fluttered closed as he let his head fall back against the pillow, his voice breaking into soft, involuntary groans.
"Ai… God, Ai…"
She didn't reply. Her mouth was too full of him. But she glanced up at him with those soft, glistening eyes, full of warmth, full of wanting—and it undid him even more than the touch.
Her pace increased slowly, her hands stroking the base as her mouth worked over the rest. She began to bob her head now, creating a smooth rhythm of pressure and suction that left Shin helpless, hips twitching upward despite himself. She moaned softly around him, and the vibration made him buck, his voice caught in a strained gasp.
"Ai—slow down—damn…"
But she didn't. Not yet. Not until his thighs were tensing again, until she could feel the way he trembled under her. Only then did she slow—drawing back to the tip, licking a teasing circle before taking him back in again, deeper this time, as her hands gripped his thighs gently to steady herself.
He was close. Again. She could feel it. And she wouldn't stop—not until he let go again, and this time, completely.
Shin's breath came in staggered gasps, his chest rising and falling as Ai continued her soft, loving motions. Every time her lips brushed against him, every warm touch, every flick of her tongue sent sparks through his nerves. His muscles tensed, thighs taut beneath her, and a soft groan escaped his throat—low and desperate.
"Ai… I-I'm not gonna last," he warned, voice hoarse and trembling. "You should stop…"
But she didn't. Her eyes looked up at him with gentle insistence, her hands steady, her devotion unshaken.
"I'm not stopping until you let go," she whispered. "You've held it in too long. Just… let me have this, Onii-Chan."
He gritted his teeth, overwhelmed. The heat, the tension—it was too much, and her quiet, devoted determination was undoing him piece by piece.
"Damn it, Ai," he breathed, eyes fluttering shut as he felt it coming fast, building like a wave he couldn't hold back.
And then—with a shaky cry, his body arched, back curling into the mattress as the climax finally broke through. His fingers dug into the sheets, a gasp ripping from his throat as he spilled over, all the aching tension releasing in a rush that left him breathless and trembling.
Ai didn't flinch. She stayed with him, soft and steady, her hands slowing, soothing him through the aftermath. She could feel his heartbeat racing beneath her fingertips, the warmth of him, the weight of the moment.
Slowly, she pulled back, her lips parted slightly, cheeks flushed but glowing with something softer than pride—tenderness.
Shin opened his eyes slowly, vision hazy, limbs heavy from the release. He looked at her—really looked at her—and reached up with weak arms to pull her down beside him.
"…You didn't have to do all that," he murmured, his voice raw but full of awe. "But I'm so damn glad you did."
Ai snuggled close into his side, laying her head against his chest, listening to the rapid beat slowly returning to calm.
"I just wanted to give back," she said quietly. "You always take care of me… Let me take care of you too."
He kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter. "You're everything, Ai."
She smiled against his skin. "So are you, Onii-chan…"
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END OF CHAPTER : 47 : NOT ENOUGH!
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