The dim golden glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows over the room. The gentle hum of the ceiling fan accompanied the muffled breathing and the rustle of bedsheets. Aisha sat astride Ito, her long hair cascading down her back like a silky curtain, her flushed cheeks glowing in the warm light. Her hands rested on his bare chest, fingers gently tracing the lines of his collarbone.
"Just relax, okay? Let me spoil you first, darling~" Aisha whispered, her voice sultry and affectionate.
Ito's breath hitched, his hands instinctively settling on her hips. The familiarity between them was intimate and deep—lovers who shared not just a home, but a rhythm.
Mei, Hana, Aoi, and Akemi sat clustered at the edge of the wide bed, their knees folded, faces red as tomatoes. They had known Aisha was open and bold—but this? Watching her slowly roll her hips on top of Ito, moaning into his ear, was something else entirely.
"U-Uwaaa…!" Aoi squeaked, burying her face into a pillow, her trembling fingers clutching it like a life raft.
"W-Why are we watching this?" Mei hissed, turning her head—but not entirely. Her sharp gaze darted back toward the center of the bed every few seconds.
Akemi, the ghost girl, hovered just slightly above the mattress, her translucent body pulsing faintly with pink. Though she could only be touched by Ito, the emotional charge in the room had even her ethereal form flickering bashfully.
Hana, on the other hand, covered her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes, wide with amazement and embarrassment, stayed fixed on Ito and Aisha.
"I think it's beautiful," she whispered.
Aisha giggled, hearing that. "You girls can just sit and watch me all night, but I know you came here wanting more than that," she teased, her hips grinding in a practiced rhythm as she let out a breathy moan.
Ito groaned softly, his hands now exploring her back. Their movements were fluid, like waves on a still lake. They kissed again—slow, deep, and tender. The connection between them was palpable.
Akemi let out a soft whine, hugging her knees. "I-I'm feeling… things."
"I think I'm gonna faint," Aoi whimpered, peeking through her fingers.
"You all look so cute right now," Aisha purred, glancing over her shoulder. "But you won't be let off that easy. Not tonight."
She leaned in and whispered something into Ito's ear, causing his eyes to widen and a rare smirk to cross his lips. He was usually more reserved, but with Aisha, the confidence flowed like a tide.
Aisha's pace quickened. She gasped, her head falling onto Ito's shoulder. "Ahh… Ito… You feel even better with everyone watching…"
"I-Aisha…" Ito grunted, his voice low.
"Not yet," she whispered wickedly, pulling back to look him in the eye. "You can't finish until at least one of the others joins in. So be a good boy and hold back."
"Y-You devil," he muttered.
"Oh, I know~"
She turned her attention back to the girls. "So? Who's next?" she asked, licking her lips playfully. "C'mon, Hana? Mei? Don't just sit there and let me have all the fun."
Hana visibly gulped, exchanging a glance with Mei.
"I-I'll do it," Hana whispered, placing a hand on her chest. "I… I'm ready."
"H-Hana!?" Mei choked, shocked.
Hana looked back with a tender smile. "You don't have to come yet, Mei… but I love him too. And… I want this. With all of you."
Aisha grinned and slowed down just a little, inviting Hana to climb onto the bed.
"Come here, sweetheart," she said.
Hana crawled forward, her face glowing red. She knelt beside Ito and Aisha, her fingers shaking as she reached out to touch Ito's chest. Her lips trembled.
"C-Can I… kiss you?" she asked, her voice almost inaudible.
Ito nodded gently.
She leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. It was innocent at first, then deepened as Ito responded with care, stroking her hair softly.
Aisha smirked. "Good girl~ Now sit behind me. I'll finish here soon. You'll be next."
Hana obeyed, her heart racing, positioning herself close behind Aisha.
Aisha resumed her rhythm, moaning more freely. "Nnnh… Almost there… Ito… ahhh~!"
Ito grunted, eyes locked on Aisha's flushed face. Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders as she reached her climax, her entire body shivering as she let out a loud, satisfied moan.
With a final deep breath, she collapsed gently onto his chest, laughing softly. "Heh… Perfect as always."
The room was quiet for a moment—only the sound of breathing filled the space. Then Aisha rolled off Ito, stretching like a satisfied cat.
"Alright, Hana. Your turn~"
Hana's breath caught in her throat. "O-Okay… I'll try my best."
As Hana climbed over Ito, Aisha leaned over to whisper into her ear.
"Don't worry. Just follow your heart. He'll take care of the rest."
The evening was far from over.
And one by one, they would all come closer—not just with passion, but with love, laughter, and shared vulnerability.
Together, they would make this night unforgettable.
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END OF CHAPTER : ALL OF US : PART : 2 : AISHA'S TURN!
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