Tokyo: Oreimo

The movements were clumsy, but the force was firm.

There was no probing, no hesitation.

Her tongue parted his lips and teeth, then stopped, as if unsure what to do next. The girl's breath brushed against his face, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Ryosuke reached out and cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Ling Nai let out a muffled nasal sound from his lips, her body went slightly weak, and she leaned closer to him.

Ryosuke put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Chapter 294 I Want You to Be My Brother for Life

The girl's body was pressed against his, and through the thin fabric, they could feel their temperatures rising.

Ling Nai's hand slid from the back of his neck to his shoulder, her fingers gripping the collar of his pajamas until her knuckles turned white.

Ryosuke's lips left hers, and he lowered his head, forehead to forehead, their breaths mingling, rapid and disordered.

“You know what’s going to happen next.” His voice was a few decibels lower than usual.

"I know." Ling Nai's voice trembled, but her gaze did not waver. "I'm not afraid."

Ryosuke looked at her for a few seconds, then reached out and picked her up in his arms.

Ling Nai's arms were wrapped around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder, and her long golden hair fell from his arms, swaying gently in the air.

He placed her on the bed, and Ling Nai's back sank into the soft mattress. Her white nightgown spread out on the sheets like a newly blooming flower.

Ryosuke leaned over her, one hand on her ear, the other hand's fingers running through her hair, the fingertips brushing against her earlobe.

Ling Nai looked up at him, his dark eyes reflecting his image, his lips slightly parted, his breathing unsteady.

She raised her hand, placed her fingers on the first button of his pajamas, and unbuttoned it.

My fingers were trembling, but I didn't stop moving.

One, two, three.

Ryosuke's chest was exposed, and Ling Nai's gaze fell on the area below his collarbone, where there was a faint red mark that had not yet completely faded.

Her finger hovered over the mark for a moment without touching it.

Then she sat up, took Ryosuke's pajamas off his shoulders, lowered her head, and pressed her lips to the skin next to the mark.

Her lips touched the area below his collarbone, lingered for a few seconds, and then she looked up.

"Now there are traces of me here too."

Her voice was very soft and nasal.

Ryosuke reached out and pinched her chin, lifting her face. Ling Nai's eyes were red, but there was light in them.

He lowered his head to kiss her, then gently laid her back down on the bed.

Ling Nai's fingers slid from his chest to his waist, gripping the elastic band of his pajama pants, then stopped there, looking up at him.

"Turn off the lights," she said, her voice finally trembling slightly.

Ryosuke reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

The room darkened, with only a sliver of light leaking through the curtains, casting a thin, cold white line on the wall.

The straps of her nightgown slipped off her shoulders, and Ryosuke's lips traced a path down her jawline, past her earlobe, across her neck, and landed on her collarbone.

Ling Nai's fingers dug into his hair, gripping the strands, her body arching slightly, letting out a soft groan suppressed in her throat.

Ryosuke looked up.

"Tell me if it hurts."

"Stop rambling." Ling Nai's voice trembled, tinged with stubbornness. "Continue."

Ryosuke lowered his head again and kissed her shoulder.

Ling Nai's body trembled slightly beneath him, but she did not flinch. Her arms encircled his back, and her fingertips gently traced his spine, leaving faint marks.

......

The night was thick, and the air conditioner vents emitted a faint humming sound.

The curtains were lifted by a corner in the wind, and the streetlights shone through the gaps, casting a blurry spot of light on the ceiling.

Ling Nai curled up in Liang Jie's arms, her face pressed against his chest, her long golden hair scattered on his arms and pillow, a few strands clinging to her slightly damp cheeks.

The white blanket covered them up to their waists, revealing her bare shoulders and collarbone, where there were a few faint red marks.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, the tip of her nose was a little red, but her lips were curved into a small arc.

Ryosuke placed his hand on her back, his fingertips gently tracing along her spine.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Don't underestimate me." Ling Nai buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled.

There was silence for a moment.

"You really are a bad guy," Ling Nai said, her voice tinged with grievance. "You already have the Giantess, yet you still come to provoke me..."

"..."

"Knowing I like you, you should push me away at a time like this."

Ling Nai said to herself.

Ryosuke gently rubbed the head of the girl in his arms.

If that had been possible, things probably wouldn't have escalated to this point.

"The giantess is strange too. I was the one who was going to steal her boyfriend, but she gave me the chance. Is she out of her mind?"

Ling Nai muttered something, drawing circles on his chest with her finger.

"But if it weren't like that, I might be very sad, and maybe I would even run away abroad."

"After all, being able to see you here, but not being able to be with you, is a very painful thing, just like Touma Kazusa..."

"Thinking about it carefully, I seem to be quite despicable."

Ling Nai raised her head, resting her chin on his chest, her black eyes shining brightly in the darkness as she stared at Ryosuke.

"So it's all your fault!"

"Is it my fault?" Ryosuke asked, both amused and exasperated.

"That's right. If you hadn't been so good to me and so close to me, how could I have fallen for you, to the point that I was heartbroken to death when I found out you were with the female giant?"

Ling Nai acted as if it were perfectly natural.

"So I treated you badly?"

"?"

In response to Ryosuke's provocation, the girl immediately bared her teeth, bit his shoulder, and then glared at him.

"You dare! Believe me or not, I'll bite you to death!"

"They've done this to me, so if they dare to treat me badly again, I'll go tell Dad!"

"Oh."

Ryosuke knew she was joking because she hadn't used any force at all.

He reached out and pinched Ling Nai's lower back, and the girl in his arms immediately went limp, playfully punching him in the chest.

"Don't push your luck..."

Ryosuke didn't make any further moves, but instead hugged her a little tighter.

He looked down and saw Ling Nai looking at him. She then extended her index finger and touched his lips.

“You better remember this… Ryosuke Takagi.”

No one can take you away from me.

"Not even gauze?"

"She...she's an exception, it's okay occasionally."

Ling Nai buried her face in his chest again, her lips pressed against the skin directly above his heart, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Ryosuke paused on her back for a moment, then continued to stroke it gently without saying a word.

Ling Nai closed her eyes, listening to the steady, powerful heartbeat in his chest, one beat, two beats, three beats, which reassured her more than any lullaby.

"I want you to be my brother for the rest of my life."

Her breathing gradually became long and even, and her fingers loosened their grip on his clothes.

A breeze picked up outside the window, causing the curtains to sway gently.

Ryosuke pulled the blanket up to cover her exposed shoulders, then lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on the top of her head.

Goodnight, Ling Nai.

The person in my arms didn't respond; they were already asleep.

Chapter 295 Ten Years Later (Epilogue)

It's evening in Tokyo outside the window.

Orange-red rays of sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading across the wooden floor of the living room and bathing the scattered crayons and drawing paper in warm hues.

It's noisy in the living room.

To be precise, it hasn't been quiet for at least an hour.

The three-year-old boy was clinging to Ryosuke's leg, hanging on him, shouting "Daddy, lift me up high!" at a volume loud enough to lift the roof off.

Ryosuke held the project proposal in one hand and scooped up his son with the other, hoisting him onto his shoulder.

The little boy immediately quieted down, grabbed Ryosuke's hair with both hands, looked down at everything in the living room, and revealed a victor's smile.

A five-year-old girl was lying next to the coffee table, her blonde hair tied in two little buns, holding a red crayon in her hand, intently scribbling on the drawing paper.