Chapter 113: Tasting Every Part of Her (1) [R-18]

"Okay! Mama, I understand," Aya said in a low, dejected voice, her head slightly lowered.

Her once bright, big eyes were now veiled with a faint layer of sadness. Though she felt deeply upset inside,she tried her best to restrain her emotions, keeping her tears from bursting forth.

Deep down, Aya understood that what her mother said made sense.

After all, her kindergarten teachers had taught everyone many times that one must learn to share joy and wonderful things with others.

So she understood all these principles, but when actually faced with this situation, that feeling of reluctance and loss would still surge up uncontrollably.

She stood there silently, her tiny hands tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, as if doing so could hold onto that little bit of warmth belonging to her.

Although her logic told her to follow her mother’s advice and share, emotionally it was still hard to let go.

However, Aya knew full well that she shouldn’t be willful; she had to carry the burden of being sensible on her small shoulders.

Seeing her daughter like this, Hayami Rina felt deeply pained.

She walked over to her daughter, gently gathering her into her embrace to comfort her with maternal love.

Gently patting her daughter’s back, Rina spoke in a soft voice:

"Silly child, why be sad? Sharing with others isn’t just about losing something; it’s a kind of joy, a way to pass on warmth and kindness. When you grow up a bit more and experience more things, you’ll naturally understand the truth in it. By then, you will also be like Mama—knowing the matchless sense of happiness that sharing brings."

Her mother’s words left Aya-chan with only a vague understanding, yet her sad mood managed to ease quite a bit.

Mm, Mama surely wouldn’t lie to her...

...

Late at night.

Aya-chan had already fallen asleep.

Hayami Rina stepped out of her daughter’s room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

After going to the bathroom to wash up, she knocked on the study door.

"Kitahara-kun, and Rena-chan too, it’s already past ten o’clock. How about calling it a day for now? Don’t push yourselves too hard—your health comes first!"

Poking her head into the study, Rina urged the two inside.

At this moment, the lighting inside the study was soft and warm, reflecting Kitahara and Rena’s focused figures at work.

The two sat on opposite sides of the desk, heads bowed in concentration, the pens in their hands rustling continuously on paper as if completely immersed in their own world.

Hearing Rina’s voice, Kitahara raised his head, his slightly furrowed brow relaxing into a faint smile:

"Alright, Rina-nee. I’ll finish this important passage and then rest."

With that, he bowed his head again to continue writing fervently.

Rena-chan on the side paused briefly as well, turning her head to glance at her sister at the doorway. Her gaze quickly returned to the paper in front of her, however:

"Got it, Sister! I’ll be done very soon as well."

Seeing this, Rina had no choice but to back out so as not to disturb them.

Going downstairs to pour two glasses of red wine, she savored it while returning to the bedroom.

The deep red wine tasted mellow and sweet, spreading across her mouth and leaving a lingering, delightful aftertaste.

Leaving one glass on the nightstand, Rina carried her own glass over to the window. Standing there quietly,her eyes gazed through the glass at the dim yellow streetlights on the road outside.

Those lights seemed to possess a mysterious attraction, pulling her thoughts gradually toward distant places.

At this very moment, everything before her was nothing short of perfect for Hayami Rina.

The cozy and comfortable bedroom, delicious red wine, and the quiet, peaceful night view outside the window—everything was so wonderful.

And her current life was simply beyond reproach!

Kitahara-kun’s ability to make money was incredible, keeping the household’s financial situation in peak condition.

Previously, he had mentioned giving her two million yen a month for living expenses. Yet before she knew it,there were no longer any numerical limits.

Kitahara had given her a bank card, telling her to withdraw money directly from it whenever she pleased.

Withdraw as much as she wanted, spend as much as she liked—whatever the amount, it didn’t matter at all!

She had never imagined she could live such a life where she didn’t even need to look at price tags when buying things!

Every day, she only needed to tidy up the house and take care of Kitahara-kun and Aya-chan. The rest of her time was hers to allocate, doing whatever she enjoyed...

Right now, Hayami Rina only hoped she could continue living with Kitahara-kun like this forever...

"Rina-nee, what are you thinking about?"

Kitahara’s voice snapped Rina back from her thoughts. Turning around to see Kitahara Chiki already finished with his work and back in the room, a smile blossomed on her face:

"Nothing much, just marveling at how happy life is right now. Kitahara-kun must be tired, right? Let’s have a drink..."

"Sounds good!"

Kitahara raised the glass to his own lips and took a mouthful of wine, holding it there without swallowing. Then he leaned in, caught Rina’s chin between his fingers, and pressed his mouth to hers!

"Mmh..." Her lips parted instinctively, and he let the wine flow from his tongue into her mouth.

She swallowed, but he did not pull away. His tongue followed the wine inside, sliding against hers, tasting the sweetness of the drink mixed with the wet heat of her mouth.

Their kiss was deep from the start. Hayami Rina’s tongue softly entwined with his, carrying a touch of awkwardness yet an extremely submissive passion.

A soft moan vibrated in her throat. Her hands came up to grip his shirt, pulling him closer, and the kiss turned deep and messy, wine spilling from the corners of their joined lips.

"Mmm... Kitahara-kun..." she breathed against his mouth. "So sweet..."

Some of it immediately escaped. A thin red line ran down her chin, along her neck, and vanished into the deep valley between her heavy breasts. The wine pooled there, glistening against her flushed skin, and soaked into the thin fabric until it clung to her curves like a second skin.

The wet cloth turned translucent, revealing the swollen shape of her alluring breasts beneath, the tips stiff and pert from the chill of the liquid.

Kitahara murmured, his voice low and hoarse. "So wet already... and I haven’t even touched you yet!"

Rina’s face flushed crimson. "Don’t say it like that..." But her chest rose and fell faster, and the peaks beneath the damp cloth grew even harder.

Kitahara pulled back and reached for the bottle. He tipped it over her, and the wine poured out in a glossy stream.

"Ahh..." she gasped, her body shivering.

The wine splashed across her boobs and ran down in rivulets, over the curve of her belly, until it reached the thicket at her vagina!

The droplets clung there, sparkling like beads of amber, and then trickled lower, glossing her most secret place, making it shine wet and slick and impossibly inviting.

"Kitahara-kun... that’s..." Her voice trembled. "You’re pouring it... right there..."

"Where else should I pour it?" he said with a faint smile. "I want to taste every part of you!"

The scent rose to meet him—rich red wine mingled with the warm, musky sweetness of a woman’s body, the two blending into something heady and raw, something he could almost taste before his tongue ever touched her.

He lowered his head and began to lick. His tongue traced the trail of wine up from her vulva, through the damp thicket, across her quivering belly, and up over the slope of each boobs.

"Haa... ahn... Kitahara-kun, your tongue..." Rina gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. "It feels... it feels so good..."

He lingered at each flushed tip, drawing them into his mouth, sucking the wine from them, feeling them stiffen and swell against his tongue.

"Ah..." she whimpered, even as her back arched, pushing herself deeper into his mouth.

Every taste was wine and woman at once—sweet and sharp and salty and warm!

He licked and licked, until the wine was gone and there was only her, only the warm, trembling, flushed softness of the woman beneath him.

"Kitahara-kun..." Rina whispered, her voice melting into a moan. "I can’t... I can’t take anymore..."