Jin's gaze descended.
Locking onto Mira's lips, onto that wet shine that highlighted their cherry tone under the lamplight, onto the way they curved with that smile that had been torturing him since she turned on the damn light.
"Jin-chan, where are you looking?"
Mira's voice came out with a dangerous sweetness while her fingers caressed his face. "Aren't you going to explain anything to me?"
"..."
But he didn't answer, not because he didn't have an answer, but because his mind had just discarded every verbal option.
He needed a radical change of strategy.
He clenched his jaw. An idea crossed his mind.
And in one sudden move, he reached for the back of Mira's neck, sinking his fingers into her blond locks and before she could process what was happening, Jin crashed his lips against hers.
"Mmm~~♥️!"
Mira's eyes flew wide open. It wasn't a timid kiss, it was an assault. Hungry, determined, and with a skill she didn't remember teaching him.
His body still held the cold of the night, and the contrast with the suffocating heat of his lips sent a shiver that ran down her entire spine.
That sensation short circuited her senses for an instant in which she completely forgot what she was doing.
And involuntarily, she tried to pull away, but Jin's other hand was already on her waist, holding her with a firmness that stopped her dead.
He pulled her toward him hard, crushing her against his body. Mira's breasts compressed against his hard torso, deforming under the pressure, and the moist heat of her flesh pierced through the fabric as if it didn't exist.
"Mmm... J-Jin~... you..."
The whimpers died between their mouths, drowned by a kiss that deepened second by second.
Mira felt Jin's burning advances: his tongue slipping between her lips with a skill that buckled her knees, exploring her interior with confidence.
She tried to resist, to regain control of the situation, but every movement of that tongue against hers stripped away her strength.
And somewhere between the vertigo and the heat, a thought managed to break through her clouded mind.
The little boy who used to stand on his tiptoes to kiss her cheek, who wrapped short little arms around her waist and told her he'd marry her when he grew up... had grown. He had grown into a man who grabbed her by the nape, crushed her against his body, and kissed her by force with a hunger that had nothing childish about it.
And the "worst" part of all was that she was enjoying it.
"You really are bold..."
Whispering against his lips, the surprised Mira vanished.
Her arms wrapped around Jin's neck and pulled him in harder, pressing herself to him, wanting to merge. And then her skilled tongue, with the advantage of years that Jin didn't possess, began to guide the kiss.
She slowed it down first, forcing him to follow her, and then sped it up at her whim, setting the tempo.
They were two rivals on equal footing. Their tongues intertwined wildly, fighting for dominance and savoring each other in an exchange charged with desire that climbed in temperature with every second. Jin pushed, Mira responded. Mira bit softly, Jin growled.
Neither yielded. Neither wanted to yield.
"Mgh... ah~..."
The moans blended between their mouths without either of them being able to tell which were their own and which were the other's.
Even so, the air ran out before the desire did, and when they finally separated to breathe, a thin thread of saliva connected their lips for one shining second before breaking.
Both were panting.
Jin breathed hard, pulse hammering at his temples and an erection his clothes could no longer hide. Mira, on the other hand, recomposed herself in exactly three seconds and licked her lips, savoring the remnants of the kiss.
"Hmph! Seems like you kiss much better than when you were little." Tilting her head, she fixed her gaze on him. "... which bitch stole my baby?"
The plan failed!
Jin's Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he stared at that seductive face demanding answers.
"Mira, I..."
But before the excuse could take shape, Mira closed the distance. She rose slightly onto the tips of her toes and her lips brushed his ear. "If you lie, the punishment will be worse~"
The whisper was like the caress of a snake.
And then he felt her fingers.
Mira's fingertips traced a slow line from Jin's chest, sliding down his clothes slowly.
They descended along his abdomen, contouring every muscle through the fabric with patience. Jin held his breath involuntarily, mentally tracking the path of those fingers.
They stopped at the edge of his pants.
There, right on the line where the fabric strained for reasons he could no longer hide, Mira's fingers began playing with the edge of the waistband, grazing the exposed skin of his lower abdomen with her nails, tugging lightly at the fabric, getting dangerously close to his crotch without ever touching it.
One millimeter lower... But never the direct contact.
"Let me guess..."
Her voice was still in his ear. "Is it that Natsuha who came to the house the other day?"
!
Jin's pupils contracted.
"..."
With the silence stretching, Mira's fingers kept playing with the edge of his pants, reminding him with every touch that she had all the time in the world and he had no way out.
After a moment of silence, Jin decided to confess everything, including Natsuha, Akane, and Miwa...
The only thing he omitted was the matter of helping Ryōko complete the job that night. That wasn't a romantic secret but a dangerous operation, and he wanted to spare Mira unnecessary worry.
Some truths could wait.
Hearing the confession, Mira's fingers stopped.
"..."
Jin could feel every beat of his heart pounding in his ears while he waited...
"Oh, my baby..."
After what felt like an eternity, Mira chuckled in a way that Jin couldn't figure out how to interpret.
"You really are greedy."
Taking a step back, she crossed her arms, causing the neckline of the nightgown to part slightly, revealing the curve of her bare breasts. Jin forced himself to fix his gaze on her face with a willpower that deserved a medal.
And Mira of course noticed his effort, the corner of her lips curved a little more.
"But..." Tilting her head, she smiled shrewdly. "Did you know that Yuna and Nina like you too?"
She completely changed the direction of the conversation!
It caught Jin totally off guard.
"Pfft, no need to deny it." Mira waved her hand with amusement. "Those two show it so obviously every single day that I refuse to believe you don't notice."
"Sigh..."
Jin relaxed a degree. If she was talking about this in that tone, it meant the most dangerous storm had already passed.
"I like Yuna and Nina too." He said with complete naturalness, without a gram of shame.
He understood both of their affection perfectly, he'd felt it for a long time, and had no intention of pretending otherwise. "If they accept, I'll love them for the rest of my life."
'Including you...'
The thought crossed his mind with a certainty that didn't need to be vocalized. But something in his eyes must have given it away, because Mira's expression changed.
Her eyes opened slightly, he'd taken her by surprise, but not the declaration itself, rather the absolute conviction.
Then her eyes sharpened and she sized him up from head to toe as if seeing him for the first time. "My Jin-chan's appetite is bigger than I imagined."
She whispered to herself. There was admiration there, mixed with something that could be possessive pride or disbelief. Or both.
Suddenly, she spun on her heels and walked toward the bathroom with that swaying stride that Jin had already learned to fear and desire in equal parts.
She opened the door, went in, and the sound of water began to fill the room.
Then she poked her head out from the doorframe. The rising steam was already curling some of her strands, and the smile she gave him was the most dangerous thing Jin had seen all night.
"Well then... will you let mommy test if you've got what it takes?"
...
The hot water filled the bathtub quickly, and the steam didn't take long to take over the bathroom, fogging the tiles, the mirror, the air itself.
Everything became warm haze and diffused light.
Mira had her back to him, standing by the bathtub.
Jin could only see her silhouette cut against the steam, but that alone was enough to dry his mouth.
Then her hands rose to the nightgown straps.
Sliding slowly.
Left strap first, slipping off the shoulder until the skin was left bare. Then the right. The fabric, with nothing to hold it up, obeyed gravity like a surrendered sigh, sliding down the curve of her bare back, caressing her skin on its descent, gliding past her waist, past the roundness of her hips, until it pooled around her feet in a white puddle.
Underneath she wore absolutely nothing.
Through the mist of steam, that back revealed itself inch by inch like a masterpiece: the elegant line of the spine descending softly between two delicate shoulder blades, the dramatic narrowing of the waist that Jin's hands could wrap around, and then the generous flare of the hips, wide, fleshy, with that lower curvature where her buttocks began full and firm, separated by a shadow that the steam concealed and revealed at its whim.
'She's perfect...'
Jin swallowed.
"Mira, this is..."
"A bet." Mira turned her head toward him over her shoulder, showing him a mischievous smile. "If you can last one hour under my hands and keep it standing..."
Her gaze dropped downward for a moment.
"...I'll let tonight slide, I'll allow your early romance, and I'll even try to accept your little girlfriends."
Jin's eyes lit up. "What's the test?"
Without answering yet, Mira stepped into the water with the grace of a goddess submerging into her temple.
The hot water welcomed her up to the waist, lapping at her skin and curling the steam around her. She settled against the porcelain edge, extended her arms over the sides, and between the gentle waves of water still settling, she beckoned Jin with one finger.
"Come. Let mommy teach you a good lesson..."
...
The next hour was possibly the longest period of his entire life.
Mira tested his endurance in every way imaginable. She made him submerge in the water alongside her, where the elevated temperature already dilated his blood vessels and amplified every sensation. Then she covered her own naked body in soap and rubbed herself firmly against him.
Her breasts slid across Jin's chest, squishing and bouncing, slipping with the lather. Her hands traveled every muscle of his torso and abdomen with a terrifying expertise, finding sensitive spots he didn't even know he had.
Her thighs closed around his beneath the water, squeezing and releasing with a rhythm that imitated something Jin was desperately struggling not to imagine.
"You can give up if you can't handle it~"
The purr reached his ear accompanied by the brush of those lips against his earlobe.
"..."
Clenching his teeth hard, Jin focused every ounce of his fucking willpower on the only mental refuge he could find.
World Cup Champions.
He needed facts. Interesting facts. Facts that had absolutely nothing to do with soapy breasts.
'Uruguay, Italy, Italy, Uruguay, West Germany, Brazil, Brazil, England, Brazil...'
Mira's fingers slid down his abdomen under the water and he jumped to 1982.
'ITALY! Italy won in 82! Rossi. Paolo Rossi. Hat trick against Brazil. Focus. FOCUS.'
Mira's breasts squished against his back while her hands wrapped around his torso from behind.
'Argentina 86, Argentina 90–no, Germany 90. Germany 90, Brazil 94, France 98–'
Her tongue traced along the back of his neck.
'FRANCE 98, BRAZIL 2002, ITALY 2006, SPAIN 2010...!'
The minutes crawled by like centuries and every time Jin thought he'd found a balance, Mira switched tactics. It was like trying to meditate in the middle of an earthquake... A soapy, curvaceous earthquake that smelled like flowers.
But he was holding on... by a thread and with the list of world champions repeating on loop.
Then, with the clock marking the final minutes, Mira decided to push the situation to the extreme.
She pulled away from him, creating distance for the first time in what felt like hours. Jin exhaled, believing it was over.
Wrong.
Mira tilted her head back, and raised both arms to tie her wet hair into a bun.
The movement was something simple, something any woman would do without thinking after a bath.
But with her there was nothing ordinary about it.
Raising her arms tensed every muscle in her abdomen, fully exposing her soaking wet breasts that lifted with the gesture, gleaming under the bathroom light with a thin layer of soap sliding off them.
The posture arched her back slightly, accentuating the curve of her waist and the width of her hips beneath the waterline, which now sat just below her navel.
"Jin-chan... come on~"
"..."
Jin looked at those exposed breasts. Looked at that smile.
He was about to lose control.
'France 2018, Argentina 2022, Argentina 2022, ARGENTINA 2022–'
He was running out of World Cups.
...
"Fufufu~"
Laughing playfully, Mira adjusted the angle of her body, forcing Jin to bury his face against the warm, soft hollow of her armpit.
"If your little sisters knew you have so many girlfriends..." She whispered provocatively while stroking his hair with her free hand. "I bet they'd cry..."
Time passed minute by minute, and Mira's offensive became increasingly lethal.
Every time he found a point of mental equilibrium, she demolished it with a new tactic. It was like fighting water: impossible to grab, impossible to stop, impossible to predict!
Then she raised the stakes one more time.
Leaning toward him until her lips hovered millimeters from his skin, she used the tip of her tongue to trace the outline of his ear slowly.
Under the double stimulation, the tongue on his ear and the silky warmth of her body pressed against his, Jin nearly surrendered.
His mind went blank for one terrifying second in which the list of world champions vanished completely and all that was left was heat, skin, and the wet sound of that tongue against his ear.
'ARGENTINA 2022! ARGENTINA WON ON PENALTIES! MBAPPÉ GOT A HAT TRICK BUT LOST!'
He survived... By a thread.
"Five more... five little minutes left..." Mira murmured against his ear.
Her tone was sweet, as if she were encouraging a child to finish his vegetables and not sexually torturing her son.
Jin's abdominal muscles were contracted to the limit, hard as stone, trembling with the superhuman effort of holding back.
Every second was a battle.
Five minutes. Three hundred seconds. He could do this. He had to!
Four minutes.
Three.
Two.
Every number that dropped was a microscopic victory that cost him a year of his life.
And just when he felt he was truly going to lose control, just when the last barrier of his willpower was crumbling.
Mira stopped.
Everything ceased. The hands. The tongue. The pressure of her body. All of it.
"Time's up."
Standing up abruptly, she smiled at him maternally. "Congratulations, Jin-chan!"
'Finally...'
Jin let out a long sigh of relief, relaxing every muscle in his body at the same time.
And that was his downfall.
The sudden release of all the tension accumulated over sixty minutes triggered a chain reaction that his body executed on its own.
His cum burst out all at once, tracing an arc through the air that landed directly on Mira's body.
"..."
Lowering her gaze to the warm stain sliding down her skin, Mira looked at Jin.
"It slipped out..."
Raising his hands in surrender, Jin smiled innocently.
Technically he'd lasted the full hour.
That the shot went off after the bell was a detail he hoped the judge would let slide.
And to his relief, Mira didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, the smile that formed on her lips as she observed the whitish trail on her skin had something like... satisfaction.
Leaning over Jin, she softly kissed his forehead with a tenderness that contrasted absurdly with everything that had happened in the last hour.
"I always keep my word."
The kiss was brief.
Jin closed his eyes for an instant, feeling her lips, and for one fleeting moment, he felt like a child again.
Mira got out, grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapped her body in it, and left the bathroom without looking back.
Jin let himself sink against the back of the tub. The warm water covered his chest as he stared at the ceiling with a vacant expression.
He'd won...
He looked down at his crotch. His cock had gotten fully hard again, as if the hour of torture had been nothing more than a warmup.
He shook his head with a bitter smile.
This was the real enemy.
...
In another bathroom in the house.
Mira hummed a song while washing herself under the shower. The hot water cascaded over her shoulders, washing away the last traces of soap and steam.
She absentmindedly ran a finger over her hip, where she picked up one last trace of Jin's cum that the water hadn't reached yet. She brought it to her lips and savored it slowly inside her mouth.
Her eyes narrowed with an intoxicated expression.
"Mm~♥️..."
Then her thoughts drifted back to the final moment of the test, when Jin buried his face against her armpit and his entire body trembled like it was about to fall apart.
"I didn't expect my baby's weakness to be there~"
She carefully washed her armpits, remembering the embarrassing state Jin had been in during that final stretch.
The red face, the clenched teeth, the trembling, the ragged breathing... all because she pressed his face against such an innocent spot.
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