۞ Chapter 44.5 ⟴ The Young Yukinoshita Sister ۞ {+18}

Under the moonlight that witnessed many scenes that night, in one of the rooms of the Star Shrine.

Thud!

Yukino's back collided with the cold wall, her delicate body lifted effortlessly as if she were a feather caught in a breeze. Her exposed form shimmered with perspiration in the dim light, her pristine skin now flushed with a rosy glow. Her chest heaved with quick breaths, her modest breasts rising and falling in rhythm with her racing heart.

Daiki stood before her, supporting her weight with powerful arms. His commanding presence filled the space between them as he maintained his rhythm, each determined thrust pressing deeper into her yielding softness. His deliberate movements caused her to part and accommodate him as he claimed her intimate space.

They had moved far beyond their initial shyness to this passionate moment.

Earlier, after closing the door with trembling hands, Yukino had needed Daiki's guidance.

Her first kiss was an entirely new experience. Despite writing countless romance scenes, she never imagined the reality would be so magical. Though she held no blind love for him, she couldn't deny he was the most handsome boy in school.

The combination of his kiss and skillful touch left her breathless, creating an experience beyond her expectations.

Their lips met passionately, tongues intertwining with honey-sweet intensity. Each caress sent warmth through her body. His strong arms held her in a gentle yet possessive embrace, drawing her close enough to feel his heartbeat against her chest. As his hands traced patterns across her back, the tension in her heart melted away, replaced by security and belonging.

Daiki Tsukasa — a name she'd known since first year. He was always among the top students, yet never pretentious. His relaxed demeanor meant people only remembered him when they saw his name on the honor roll.

She had found him handsome from their first meeting. Simple, easy-going, handsome, and calm. As months passed, he matured like everyone else. By second year, he had grown into one of the school's most attractive boys.

Yet she had always pictured him as just tall and thin — not like those awkward, bespectacled boys covered in acne, but definitely lean.

That vision was nothing like the reality before her.

A delightful warmth radiated from her waist, her breath catching with each measured movement that sent ripples of sensation across her flat stomach. Her delicate fingers traced appreciatively over the defined contours of his muscled torso. Though purely instinctive, her touch was an unconscious response to his magnificent form.

She bit her lower lip in undisguised admiration, her eyes drinking in every detail of his transformed physique.

"Gaah~" Overcome with unprecedented pleasure, Yukino could only emit a soft sound as she felt herself flowing below.

Squirt!

Unlike her older sister's "dry orgasms", she was completely wet — almost like a flood.

Splash! Splash!

Daiki maintained his relentless rhythm as her essence flowed in waves, creating an increasingly slick connection between their joined bodies. Her arousal coated him generously, transforming their intimate dance into something even more sensual as the wetness allowed for deeper, fluid movements that heightened their pleasure.

Each thrust produced a delicious sound that echoed through their passionate encounter, the slickness creating an exquisite friction that intensified everything.

He moved her from the wall to the bed on the floor and continued.

Lying face down, Yukino felt him enter her again. Her legs trembled briefly as her consciousness wavered.

"Daiki-kun—" She breathed his name.

In one swift motion, his hand reached back to capture hers, their fingers intertwining intimately. His strong grip, marked by prominent veins, enveloped her delicate fingers completely. The contrast between his powerful grasp and her slender hand was striking — his touch both possessive and tender.

"Yukino—" Daiki called back, his movements slowing to savor her tightness.

He adjusted her posture for better access, positioning her so she could see his face above while her waist remained lowered. Her small breasts stretched taut, nearly flat against her chest.

"Dai—"

"You're very beautiful, you know?" Daiki interrupted, gazing into her blue eyes that matched his own.

Caught off guard by his intimate words, Yukino gazed at him with wide eyes. Her blush deepened as she let out a soft moan.

"T-thank you." Following his gaze to her chest, she covered her small breasts with her hands, "I-I know I don't have the best body, but—"

"Heh." Daiki's laugh cut her off. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I love your breasts. I've liked them since I first saw you watching me from the corner in first year."

"!"

Before Yukino could respond or even blush, he thrust forward, and their passionate dance began anew!

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"I think you have a natural talent for this, Miss Yukinoshita."

Daiki's voice echoed through the silent room, accompanied only by soft, wet sounds emanating from where their bodies met.

Her mouth enveloped him completely, moving with measured rhythm and deliberate care. Her tongue explored with natural grace, finding and caressing each sensitive spot as if guided by instinct.

Every motion was perfectly balanced — gentle suction creating just the right pressure while her tongue continued its thorough attention.

Her sweat-dampened body lay partially exposed to the moonlight, bearing the marks of their passion. Daiki sat on the floor, one hand steadying himself while the other rested lightly on her head.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

She worked diligently to savor every drop, surprised by the pleasant taste. She regretted letting any go to waste during their previous encounter.

And about why she was doing this, it was naturally because Daiki asked her to.

After all, what one sister experienced, shouldn't the other share? Wasn't that how family worked — sharing both trials and pleasures?

Under his gentle guidance, her technique grew more refined. Soon, she felt him approaching his limit.

"!" She felt his grip tighten slightly, holding her in place.

Despite her preparation, she wasn't quite ready for what followed.

The warm essence spilled past her lips, trailing down her face and across her chest in silvery streams that caught the moonlight. After a moment of adjustment, she swallowed what remained in her mouth, her throat working with determined focus.

She marveled at the intensity — this second release as potent as the first. Had this been inside her, surely it would have led to some babies!

"You know what to do now, right?" Daiki murmured, stroking her hair.

"Hmm~" Too spent for words, she simply nodded.

With elegant precision, she gathered each glistening drop from her skin, bringing her fingers to her lips. Her movements were thorough and purposeful, ensuring nothing was wasted. Moonlight gleamed on her moistened fingertips as they traced across her body.

As she attended to herself, brushing across her sensitive nipples with each careful motion, Daiki watched with evident satisfaction, pleased by both her dedication and her body's subtle responses to her own touch.

"Good girl..."