Role-playing

The wind outside the corridor carried raindrops that pattered against the glass, making a dense and rapid sound.

The two walked side by side in the corridor leading back to the Wave Room Suite.

In stark contrast to the raging storm outside, there was an eerie atmosphere between the two.

Aemeath, wearing wooden clogs, moved with such lightness that she almost flew. Even though she was wearing a somewhat restrictive Japanese yukata, she couldn't hide the arrogant aura emanating from her entire body.

She even hummed a little tune, her long pink hair and ahoge swaying back and forth, all indicating her joyful mood at the moment.

Lu Yan, who was following behind her, walked very slowly, which was unusual for him.

He lowered his head slightly, somewhat awkwardly tugging at the collar of his large, dark blue yukata, trying to cover the still-lingering red marks on his neck from the previous night's covering by a certain little pink cat.

Just thinking about how Aemeath had stood on tiptoe and whispered her request in his ear in that soft, sweet voice in the recreation room made Lu Yan's temples throb.

We actually have to play along with her... this incredibly embarrassing role-playing!

"A-Yan, hurry up!" Aemeath stopped at the suite door, turned around, put her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly and smiled at him, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Or are you trying to back out? Someone just promised, you know~ A bet's a bet~"

"... I have no regrets." Lu Yan took a deep breath and almost squeezed out these words through clenched teeth.

He strode forward and, steeling himself, stepped into the room.

The heavy wooden door closed behind us, instantly shutting out most of the wind and rain outside.

The suite was dimly lit due to the rainy weather, with only a warm yellow wall lamp shining in the entryway.

Before Lu Yan could even change out of his wooden clogs, Aemeath had already impatiently pushed him against the door.

"Alright, let the game begin."

Aemeath suppressed her laughter and deliberately straightened her back, trying to make herself look more dignified.

She cleared her throat, deliberately softening her voice, and spoke gently in a tone that was both indulgent and doting, yet also carried a hint of undeniable authority:

"A-Yan, come here and lie on your sister's lap."

That soft, sweet yet incredibly powerful line was like a thunderclap, exploding directly in Lu Yan's mind.

"Aemeath...!"

Lu Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He instinctively wanted to lean back, trying to create some distance; the deep-seated shame made him feel like he was on fire.

"No retreat! No resistance!"

Aemeath's beautiful eyes widened slightly. Instead of letting go of him, she lunged forward.

Her smooth, silky hands gripped Lu Yan 'Lu Yan bathrobe collar tightly, forcing his body backward.

Lu Yan could only let her press him down onto the soft bedding.

Aemeath had adjusted her posture, bringing her two long, straight, delicate, and fair legs together. Then she reached out and hugged Lu Yan's head, forcibly pressing the back of his head against her rather fleshy thighs.

Lu Yan's head was pressed against her warm, soft leg; the sensation was in no way inferior to the soft touch of her chest.

He looked up and his eyes fell on Aemeath's slightly open yukata collar as she bent over, and the snow-white curve that was even more dazzling due to her posture, accentuated by the deep red sash.

What's worse, the scent of her body, a mixture of the fresh fragrance of her bath and a slightly sweet natural scent, was completely enveloping him without warning.

"Hmm..."

Lu Yan closed his eyes in a disheveled manner, raised an arm and covered his eyes, his lips pressed tightly into a straight line, trying to escape this shameful reality in this way.

"Pfft."

Seeing Lu Yan shyly cover his eyes with his arm, Aemeath burst out laughing.

The silvery laughter echoed in the quiet room, sending a tingling sensation through Lu Yan's eardrums.

"A-Yan, why are you covering your eyes? Isn't Sister Aemeath pretty?"

Aemeath was overcome with playfulness, and her wicked thoughts ran rampant.

As she spoke in that soft, teasing tone with a hint of coercion, she mischievously reached out her fingertips to pry open Lu Yan's arm, which was covering his eyes.

"A-Yan, be good~ Take your hand away, come and see the lovely Sister Aemeath ~"

Lu Yan clenched his teeth so tightly that his arm seemed welded to his face, remaining completely still.

His voice came from under his arm, hoarse beyond belief, with a weak hint of protest. "Aemeath... stop playing around. This is... too embarrassing."

"I'm not ashamed, I think it's hilarious!"

"Besides, there's nothing wrong with you calling me 'older sister' because of our age~"

Aemeath a soft snort, and seeing that she couldn't pry his arm off, she simply pressed her upper body down.

The silk and cotton fabrics made a soft rustling sound as they rubbed together.

Aemeath's full, plump breasts, exposed without reservation through the thin fabric, pressed firmly against Lu Yan's solid chest.

She brought her face close to Lu Yan's ear, her warm breath spraying unobstructed onto his earlobe, which was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"A-Yan, you weren't ashamed last night. You have to obey."

"Last night, you were the one on top at most, but this is too embarrassing..." Lu Yan said softly.

Aemeath's little tongue mischievously licked his earlobe lightly, sending a shiver down Lu Yan's spine.

She secretly slipped her two small hands under the hem of Lu Yan's bathrobe.

Aemeath's palm pressed against the hot, taut, and neatly arranged abdominal muscles, and she felt satisfied as she felt the intense trembling beneath her hand caused by her touch.

"Good boy, take your hands away. Otherwise, Aemeath will punish you in an even more severe way."

As she spoke, she deliberately twisted her upper body.

Lu Yan's breathing became completely disordered.

The sound of rain outside the window had become somewhat noisy, pounding against the glass with rapid sounds, but it couldn't drown out the increasingly heavy breathing inside the room.

Lu Yan looked up at the stunningly beautiful face above him, a face radiating joy and pride.

He knew that if he didn't satisfy Aemeath today, she would absolutely not give up.

Besides... seeing Aemeath because of his compliance, his indulgence towards her ultimately overcame all his shame.

Lu Yan sighed and finally relented, removing the hand that had been tightly covering his face.

At this moment, he was obediently resting his head on Aemeath's soft, plump thighs.

From this visually striking lap pillow perspective, he was exposed to her looking down at him, his once fair skin now flushed red as if it were about to bleed, his eyelashes trembling helplessly.

Looking down at him from above, Aemeath saw Lu Yan as a pure-hearted black cat who had been thoroughly bullied but could only grit his teeth and endure it.

"Haha... Oh my god... A-Yan, you're so cute! How can you be so cute!"

Aemeath looked at the face on her lap, a face filled with shame and affection, the sheer joy of her successful prank and the overflowing love in her heart exploded, and she laughed until tears almost streamed down her face.

As she laughed, she couldn't help but lean down and cup Lu Yan's burning face in her hands, kissing his flushed cheeks, forehead, and the tip of his nose with a series of crisp, sucking sounds.

"A-Yan! I love you the most--!"

Aemeath continued to tease him, rubbing her soft cheek against him relentlessly. "Oh dear~ why is my darling's face so red~ do you have a fever~ do you want your lovely wife to help you cool down~"

Lu Yan had completely given up struggling at this point.

"You win." Lu Yan's voice was no longer his own. "Have you had enough?"

"Not enough! Not even a lifetime!" Aemeath exclaimed happily as she lay on Lu Yan's body.

The summer showers outside the window continued, and the morning was still long.