Stealing Spree

Several minutes later, the dining table became a riot of color and noise. It’s the kind of chaos that feels like family.

Plates piled high with grilled fish, steaming bowls of miso soup, and a platter of stir-fried vegetables sat alongside a slightly lopsided cake that Akane proudly claimed as her “experimental masterpiece” and was coached by Nao, our special patissiere. The sweet, buttery scent of it mingled with the savory aroma of dinner, making my stomach rumble.

Minoru was perched on a chair next to Miwa-nee, happily sipping his soda. His eyes shifted between us as he tried to keep up with the conversation. Unfortunately for him, Miwa-nee grabbed the can, putting it to the side and stating he should eat first before drinking it.

Afterwards, her sharp gaze then landed on me, reprimanding me for giving it to the boy.

I could only shrug and smile innocently, acting like I didn’t do anything wrong. Miwa-nee’s eyes narrowed further and mouthed silently, “You need to be punished later, Ruki.”

Alright. I’ll look forward to that.

Meanwhile, Yae was mid-story, gesturing animatedly about some drama in her classroom, her iced coffee can sweating on the table. Ririka, still faintly flushed from my earlier teasing, was sneaking bites of the stir-fry, her orange soda fizzing quietly beside her plate. And Fuyu was carefully cutting her fish, through her eyes kept flicking to me. When she caught me staring back, the girl’s face turned red.

Akane nudged me on my side before scooping a dollop of miso onto my plate, her sweater sleeve brushing against my arm.

“Husband, you’re eating too slowly! You need energy for all our… bedroom activities.” Her voice was teasing, but the way her eyes sparkled told me she was fishing for a reaction.

I raised an eyebrow, taking a deliberate bite of the fish. “You don’t have to remind me, wife.”

She stuck out her tongue, but her grin was unstoppable, lighting up the room like a second sun.

After finishing our dinner, Minoru fell asleep again, and I carried him to their room upstairs. Miwa-nee followed us. Clearly, she’s going to reprimand me again. Intimately.

Yep. It would be a repeat of yesterday. Or was it the other day? Honestly, it didn’t matter at all. There’s no way I would be turning down my Miwa-nee. And since we had just finished dinner, I regained some energy… we could make it more intense than usual.

As always, Miwa-nee’s reprimand wouldn’t only be put into words. The moment I put Minoru down on the bed, her hands pulled me to her, pushing me against the wall next to the door and away from the bed to ensure that our noise wouldn’t disturb the boy.

“Ruki,” She pecked on my lips as she pressed further, “You’re getting too bold, giving him soda like that. What am I going to do with you?”

I smirked as my hands found her waist, pulling her closer. “It isn’t that bad, Miwa-nee. The boy liked it, right? Besides, you’re the one pinning me here.”

Her lips twitched, fighting a smile but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed herself closer, her fingers trailing up to my neck. With another peck, she began unbuttoning my shirt.

Her fingers worked deftly, each unbuttoned snap of my shirt sending a jolt through me.

The dim glow of the room illuminated her face and I caught the desire and mischief in her eyes. Her lips brushed mine again but longer this time, initiating a passionate kiss where we threw caution to the wind.

When our lips separated, Miwa-nee gradually sank to her knees as she opened my shirt before fiddling with my pants, my cock twitching from the stimulation.

Miwa-nee’s nimble fingers worked at the buckle of my belt as she kept our eye contact. The glint in her eyes was filled with a mix of reprimand and hunger.

We both could hear the faint noises from downstairs, the girls were watching TV while Fuyu took up the chore of washing our dishes.

“Ruki,” Miwa-nee called as she tugged my pants down just enough. “Look at you, you’re ready again.”

She blew her breath against it and sure enough, my cock twitched from the sensation before standing up fully for her eyes to feast.

I leaned back against the wall, my hands instinctively finding her hair, threading through the soft strands as I replied. “Miwa-nee, are you just going to tease me? You’re the one calling the shots here, do as you will with me.”

I acted like I was surrendering but the way I caressed her head made the woman below smile sweetly.

“Let’s drop our pretense here, Ruki… I missed you.”

Before I could respond, her lips parted open, her tongue flicking to the tip of my cock. She didn’t dive in right away. Miwa-nee decided to be a tease tonight.

After licking and wetting the entire head, she traced slow, deliberate kisses along the length, her hands steadying my hips as if to remind me who was in control.

My fingers tightened in her hair, not pushing, just making sure to support her in case she needed it.

“Miwa-nee…” My voice came out rougher than I intended, and I caught a smirk on her lips before she finally took me in, her mouth, deeper this time.

The sensation was electric, a slow burn that spread from my groin to every nerve in my body. She moved with purpose, her tongue swirling in ways that made my knees weak, each motion pulling a low groan from my throat.

I glanced down, catching the way her eyes flicked up to meet mine. It was dark, intense and full of her desire for me, like she was daring me to break.

Haa, she was so beautiful like this. Fierce, unyielding, but with that undercurrent of softness she only ever showed me.

My hand slid from her hair to her cheek, my thumb brushing against the corner of her mouth as she worked, and the intimacy of it hit me harder than the pleasure.

The room was quiet, save for the soft sounds of her movements and my ragged breathing. I fought to keep my voice low, hyper-aware of Minoru sleeping just a few feet away, but Miwa-nee wasn’t making it easy. Her hands slid up my thighs, nails grazing just enough to send sparks through me, and when she hummed softly, the vibration nearly pushed me over the edge.

“Ugh… Miwa-nee,” I hissed, my head tipping back against the wall. “You’re gonna kill me.”

She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips glistening just as well with the precum staining them. She then shot me a wicked grin. “Good. Maybe then you’ll learn not to sneak soda to our child before dinner.”

Despite saying that, her tone was filled with affection, and before I could retort, she was back at it, doubling down with a rhythm that had me quivering from how great it was..

My grip on her tightened, my body tensing as the pressure built, coiling tighter with every second. I tried to warn her, my voice a strained whisper. “Miwa-nee, I’m about to…”

But she didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. She didn’t even let me pull her up so I could return the favor. If anything, her movements grew more insistent, her eyes locking onto mine with a look that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

And that was it. The dam holding my climax back broke. My release hit hard, a white-hot rush left me gasping as I spilled in her mouth. My hands clutched her head tightly to keep myself upright.

She stayed with me until the sensation passed, sucking everything I released. She even went to stroke my entire length as if milking me dry. When she finally pulled back, she showed me her mouth first before gulping everything down.

She then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair slightly mussed, but the smug satisfaction in her eyes was unmistakable.

“Punishment complete,” She said, her voice husky but teasing as she stood, brushing her hands against her apron like she’d just finished a chore. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before breaking my rules.”

I let out a shaky laugh, still catching my breath as I tugged my pants back up. “You know, Miwa-nee. If that’s your idea of punishment, I might break your rules more often.”

I mean, all of them had the same idea of punishment and it was always extremely rewarding for me. For sure, some of them were just making it an excuse, but what if I truly did need some punishment for being insensitive? Well, I’m not complaining. If it will appease my girls, I will do anything.

“Shut up and go back down. They must be waiting for you. Remember, I’m not done with you yet.”

And with that, she fixed my clothes and pushed me out the door.