Then, as if possessed by the fanservice gods themselves, the knot behind her neck came loose.
Flick.
Her top slipped downward.
"Wha—HEY!"
Aisha immediately covered her chest with her arms, her cheeks flushed red — not pink. Red.
"Aww, come on," I teased, staring at her with a smirk. "You were the one talking about four rounds earlier. Don't act shy now, Sensei."
"Shut up," she hissed, looking away—but I caught it. That flicker of panic. That beautiful, rare blush. Like she just realized she wasn't the only bold one in this relationship.
"You know…" I leaned closer, my voice low and wicked. "The others—Mei, Hana, Aoi, Akemi—they all look at you like you're the queen. But right now? You're just my flustered Aisha."
She let out a shaky moan. "Don't… don't bring them up now…"
"Why not?" I grinned devilishly. "They're not 'other girls.' They're my girlfriends too. I love them just as much."
Her arms shook, trying to hold her modesty and composure together. "Stop talking about them while you're doing this to me…"
My hands trailed around her waist again, sliding slowly up her back.
"You act shameless, but look at you now," I whispered against her lips. "Just one push… and you're melting."
"Ito…"
She moaned again—soft, needy, caught between embarrassment and desire. Her arms trembled, and her grip on her bikini top loosened slightly.
"I can't believe this…" she breathed. "You're really trying to break me, huh?"
"Not break you," I said. "I'm just unwrapping my gift. Slowly."
That blush of hers deepened. She bit her lower lip, eyes locked on mine.
"Fine," she said, her voice quivering with mischief. "But tonight? I'm going to own you."
I leaned into her neck, kissing her again, and murmured, "Then you'd better start practicing now…"
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Aisha sat beside me, her bikini top nowhere in sight, hidden behind the rock like a forbidden treasure. The ocean breeze teased her damp hair, and a blush flickered across her face—rare, considering how shameless she usually was.
I tilted my head, eyes gleaming with mischief. "So? Show me."
She looked away, one arm covering herself, the other tugging self-consciously at the hem of her sarong. "Isn't this enough…?" she mumbled, her voice uncharacteristically soft.
I grinned. "Why're you shy all of a sudden? In bed, you're an unholy mix of demon queen and succubus."
Her cheeks flushed deeper, a little pout tugging at her lips. "That's because we're alone then! What if someone sees us here?"
I chuckled. "You didn't seem to mind when we were making out shamelessly just now."
"That's different," she huffed, turning to face me fully but still shielding herself with her arms. "If people saw us kissing, they'd just know I'm yours. But if they see this—they're seeing something only you're supposed to see. Do you want them to?"
I paused, heart thudding, before I reached out and gently pulled her into a hug. She gasped softly as I pressed her into me, her warmth spilling against my chest. I rested my chin on her shoulder, my voice a low whisper near her ear.
"You're mine," I said, slowly. "Mine to love, mine to hold… mine to see, whenever I want. Every part of you belongs to me, Aisha."
She trembled slightly in my arms, burying her face in my shoulder to hide the deep crimson flush blooming across her cheeks. "You're saying dangerous things again…" she whispered, voice barely audible.
"Dangerous? I'm just being honest," I teased. "Besides, you started it. Didn't you say we were going for four rounds tonight?"
She let out a shaky laugh. "You're the one who said, 'Why stop at four?'"
I leaned back just a little, grinning as I looked into her eyes. "Exactly. Why stop? You're the one who turns into a wildcat at night, not me."
She rolled her eyes but her arms slowly relaxed from their defensive position. Her blush deepened, and her eyes flicked downward, then back up at me. "Pervert…"
"I prefer 'boyfriend with priorities,'" I said, winking. "Now let me appreciate what's mine."
Still blushing, she slowly let her arms drift to her sides for just a second, giving me a peek—nothing more. But it was enough. Just enough to feel like the world had tilted in my favor.
"Happy now?" she asked, voice sultry but tinted with a hint of shyness that made my chest ache.
"Very," I said, pulling her closer, wrapping my arms around her again like I was afraid the tide would take her away. "But you know what would make me even happier?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. Something shameless?"
"Of course. You. Me. This rock. At night. Repeat until we forget how to walk."
Aisha snorted out a laugh and playfully smacked my arm. "You're ridiculous."
"But you love it."
"Unfortunately," she muttered, nuzzling closer.
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I gently reached for her bikini top, still resting on a rock beside us like a forgotten piece of scandalous evidence. "Here," I said softly, holding it out with one hand while the other rested at the small of her back. "Let me do it."
Aisha blinked, eyes still shimmering with that vulnerable glint. She didn't say a word—just nodded and lifted her arms slightly. I slipped the straps around her shoulders, fastening it behind her with a soft, practiced motion. My fingers brushed against her warm skin, and for a moment, we were both just still. Breathing. Feeling.
"You're really something, you know that?" I whispered, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Strong, shameless in the best ways, confident… and still, here you are. Blushing and shy. It's cute."
"Stop it…" she muttered, burying her face into my chest. "You're making me feel all weird…"
"That's love, babe," I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her. "You're mine, Aisha. Mine to hug, to tease, to spoil. Mine to hold when you're being all tsundere and dramatic. And mine to comfort when you're feeling like this."
"…You're getting cheesy again," she said, looking up.
"Yeah, well, I can't help it. You make me wanna write poetry and do weird stuff like stare at the sky and think about our future kids."
That made her pause.
"…Speaking of kids," I said, my voice softer now, "We're doing it for a week… you know. Do you think it's too early to feel anything?"
She blinked. "You mean… like signs?"
I nodded.
"Nah," she answered quickly, almost like she was reading from a textbook. "It usually takes around 10 to 14 days after… um, conception… for implantation to happen. Then maybe a week after that for symptoms to start. So, it's early. But I still hope…"
I gently placed my hands on her cheeks and pulled her into a kiss—not wild or hungry, but warm and full of every emotion I could offer.
"You'll give me the healthiest, happiest kid ever," I said softly once we parted. "Because they'll have a mom like you."
She blushed again, the color high in her cheeks, and this time she didn't hide.
"I love you, Aisha."
"I love you too, Ito."
We sat there like that for a while, her head on my shoulder, my fingers brushing over her back in slow, lazy patterns. The sound of the ocean surrounded us like a lullaby.
Eventually, she tilted her face up to mine, that glint of playful mischief slowly returning.
"So… should we continue where we left off?"
"Oh, now you want to make out?"
"Hey, I never said I didn't want to. I was just emotionally compromised earlier."
"I'll emotionally compromise you again," I teased, leaning down for a kiss.
And with that, our lips met again—tender and teasing at first, then deeper, as her arms wrapped around me and I pulled her into my lap. The soft giggles that escaped between kisses mixed with the crashing of waves and distant beach chatter. For a moment, the world was just us—me and Aisha, tangled in warmth, in mischief, in love.
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END OF CHAPTER : 41 : BEACH! : PART : 3 : BEACH BOOBS!
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A/N: Power stone please.
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