Chapter 10: The Night Invasion — Rika's Turn to Break the Rules
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The inn was quiet.
Too quiet.
The lights were off.
The sliding doors closed.
The futons… just a little too close together.
Aoi lay there, still tingling from the firework kiss with Miyu.
She'd already fallen asleep — soft breaths, warm body curled in her futon.
Sayaka had her back turned, mumbling in her sleep.
Or pretending to.
And Rika?
Rika hadn't said a word since the walk.
But he could feel her eyes on him in the dark.
Watching.
Waiting.
Then—
Rustle.
A quiet shift.
A creak in the floorboard.
> "Aoi…"
A whisper. So close.
> "Are you awake?"
He opened his eyes slowly.
Rika was crouched beside him, her long hair spilling down her shoulder.
Wearing nothing but a loose tank and short pajama shorts.
And no bra.
> "Can I sleep here?"
He froze.
> "Rika—"
> "Just for a bit. I can't sleep."
Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight.
But her voice was steady.
She wasn't nervous.
She was hunting.
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Under the Covers
She slipped under the futon.
Close.
Too close.
Her bare thigh pressed against his.
Her breath warm on his neck.
> "You were with Miyu, weren't you?"
> "W-we just talked…"
> "And kissed."
She said it without anger.
Just… truth.
Then her hand slid under the blanket.
> "Do you think I didn't notice?"
Her fingers brushed his chest.
Slow. Gentle.
Dangerous.
> "Do you think I'd just wait my turn?"
She leaned in.
Her lips touched his ear.
> "I don't share unless I'm winning."
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The Bold Move
Her hand slid lower.
Tracing his stomach.
Finding the edge of his waistband.
Aoi gasped, his body tensing.
> "Rika…"
> "Shhh…"
She kissed him.
Deep. Confident.
No hesitation.
Her fingers were exploring now — slowly, boldly, learning him.
And he couldn't stop her.
Didn't want to.
She pulled back just enough to whisper,
> "Let me show you how serious I am."
Then she disappeared under the covers.
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The Quiet Storm
The room stayed silent.
But beneath the blanket, it was anything but calm.
Her mouth.
Her tongue.
Her breath.
He bit his lip to keep from groaning.
Every inch of him throbbed.
She was slow. Methodical.
Licking. Tasting.
Driving him insane.
And when she came back up, her lips glistened, her eyes half-lidded.
> "Now you'll dream of me."
She kissed his neck, then his lips — letting him taste himself.
Then she rolled back into her futon, silent and smug.
As if nothing happened.
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The Morning After
When the sun rose, Sayaka stretched with a yawn and nudged Aoi's leg.
> "Sleep well?"
He nodded, dazed.
Miyu was already brushing her hair, avoiding his eyes.
And Rika?
She met his gaze.
Smiled.
Sucked lightly on the tip of her thumb — then winked.
No words.
Just fire.
And Aoi knew:
The war for his heart — and body — was far from over.
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