CHAPTER 48: ALL OF YOU [MEI]

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The door clicked shut behind us.

I didn’t turn around right away—still riding the storm of everything that had happened tonight. Elira. Reina. The stares. The heat. The chaos of a game that started as harmless fun but had torn apart every line I’d tried to hold.

But Mei? She wasn’t carrying any tension. At least not visibly.

She stood behind me, one hand on her hip, the other gently twisting a lock of her dark hair. Her smile was there—half teasing, half knowing—as she leaned against the closed door.

"Turn around, Ren."

I did.

She was barefoot now. When had she taken her slippers off?

Her eyes shimmered in the dim lighting, mischief written in every blink. She stepped forward and slowly closed the distance between us, her presence light as a whisper and yet... impossible to ignore.

"I’ve been thinking," she said softly, "Everyone’s been so serious lately. So dramatic. So..." She made a face. "Extra."

I chuckled—just a little.

"So I thought," she continued, brushing her fingertips lightly across my chest, "Let’s make tonight fun. Just you and me. No pressure. No sulking. No... Elira." She winked.

My throat tightened at the name, but Mei’s lips quirked upward.

"I mean it," she said. "Tonight, I’m not fighting for your attention. I already have it." She reached down and tugged lightly on the hem of my shirt. "And I want to play a game."

"A game," I echoed.

"A stripping game."

That snapped my gaze to hers.

She giggled at the look on my face, brushing past me as she walked toward the center of the room like she owned it. Like it was her night. And it was.

"For every question I ask," she said, "if you lie... you take something off."

I raised a brow. "And if I tell the truth?"

"Then I’ll take something off."

She turned around slowly, her fingers already slipping behind the zipper of her hoodie.

"Sound fair?"

I swallowed. "Define ’something.’"

She grinned. "Start with shoes. Socks. Then we work our way up."

My mouth was dry.

"First question," she said, sitting cross-legged on the bed and patting the space in front of her. "Did you enjoy kissing Reina?"

I stared at her. "Really starting there?"

"Yes."

I took a deep breath. "...No."

"Liar."

"Hey—"

"Socks off."

I sighed and tugged them off. She smiled like a predator. "Next one’s harder. Did you think about me at all when you were with Elira last night?"

My jaw tightened. Damn it. She was sharp.

"...Yes."

She narrowed her eyes. "Truth?"

"Yes."

"Prove it."

My heart thudded. "How do I do that?"

"Say what you thought."

I looked her dead in the eyes. "That I’d rather be holding you."

She blinked—once. Her cheeks flushed.

Then, without another word, she peeled her hoodie off and let it drop to the floor. Beneath it, she wore a camisole that hugged her in all the right ways, her soft curves outlined by the flickering room light.

Her voice dipped lower. "Next question... did you get hard watching Elira straddle you?"

I laughed nervously. "You’re evil."

"Answer the question, Ren."

"...Yes."

"You didn’t even lie." She stood up and pulled off one thigh-high sock—slowly. Deliberately. Letting it fall with a whisper.

Then the other.

"Next one. Do you think you can handle me?"

"I—"

"Don’t lie."

I swallowed hard. "I don’t know."

She smiled.

"I like that answer."

She stepped forward—close now. Too close. Her fingertips danced along my forearm, featherlight and hot. "You’ve been holding back," she whispered. "You’ve been pulling away. With Reina. Even with Elira."

My body stiffened.

"But I don’t want you holding back tonight." She brushed a kiss against my jaw. "Because I won’t be."

I barely managed to breathe. "Mei—"

"Shh."

Her hand slid up my shirt and rested against my chest. "Take this off," she said, her voice no longer teasing—just wanting.

She pulled it over my head.

Her eyes drank me in like she was memorizing the lines of my body. "Good."

Then she turned around, and with a simple motion, the camisole slipped over her head and to the floor, leaving only the thin lace of her bra between us.

"I’ve been waiting for this since day one," she whispered.

And before I could speak, before I could react—she jumped.

Literally.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her legs around my waist, and we tumbled backward onto the bed in a mess of limbs and heat and raw tension. She landed on top, breathless, flushed, and grinning.

Our mouths crashed.

There was no hesitation, no careful testing of limits. Mei kissed like she meant it. Like she wanted to burn every other name out of my head. Her lips moved with practiced skill, teasing my lower lip, then biting gently before slipping her tongue past my defenses.

Her hands were everywhere—my chest, my shoulders, my hair—while my own gripped her waist, holding her against me as if I’d die if she moved.

I could feel the heat of her against me, only fabric separating us. Her hips shifted deliberately, teasing, grinding, sending lightning bolts through every nerve.

She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper in my ear, "Don’t hold back. I want all of you."

I lost control.

I flipped her beneath me in one motion, pinning her wrists gently above her head, our mouths locked again in a desperate dance. My hands roamed her body—down her sides, along her thighs, teasing the edge of her underwear.

She gasped into my mouth, her back arching.

The room blurred. Time blurred.

All I knew was her taste, her warmth, her breath against my skin.

And then—

Ping!

The system’s sound cut through the haze like a blade.

⚠️ SYSTEM WARNING: SYNC INTENSITY HAS EXCEEDED RECOMMENDED LIMITS

🕒 TIME EXCEEDED BY: 18 MINUTES

💤 RECOVERY STATE INITIATED

I froze.

Mei’s eyes widened beneath me, her chest heaving, lips kiss-swollen, her hair a mess across the sheets. "N-No way... that long?"

We both lay there in stunned silence for a moment.

Then—

She laughed.

"No wonder I couldn’t think straight..."

I rolled off her, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. "We... probably should’ve stopped."

"But then," she said, sitting up with a playful smirk, "it wouldn’t be my night."

She kissed my cheek, rose from the bed, and adjusted her clothes with slow, casual confidence. "I’ll give you five minutes. Then you’re mine again."

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My breath came in shallow pulls. The room swam in and out of focus.

The system’s warning was still ringing faintly in my head, but it felt far away now—like an echo from another world.

I blinked up at the ceiling. My body felt heavy. Tingling. Like I was sinking into the bed and floating at the same time.

"Dizzy..." I muttered.

"That’s the sync," Mei’s voice came through—hazy, warm, and close. "You went too long without touching someone you actually wanted."

I turned my head—and my heart skipped a beat.

Mei stood at the foot of the bed.

Completely bare.

Her clothes were folded neatly in a pile on the chair nearby. No dramatics. No teasing this time. Just her—beautiful and unashamed, bathed in the soft, golden light of the bedside lamp.

"Mei—" I tried to sit up, but my body didn’t listen.

"Shh," she whispered, walking toward me with the grace of a goddess and the hunger of something far more primal. "You’re not done yet."

She climbed onto the bed—slowly, deliberately—her knees on either side of my thighs. Her skin pressed against mine, igniting a fresh shock of heat through my already burning nerves.

She leaned down, her short hair hanging neatly on her face.

"You said I could have all of you tonight, right?" she whispered, her breath hot against my cheek. "So don’t go anywhere."

My mouth opened to answer, but all that came out was a soft groan as her hands slid down my chest, lower, undoing what was left of my self-control.

She worked quickly—deliberately unfastening my pants, easing them down. Her fingers brushed against the growing heat beneath the fabric, and I saw stars.

"You’re so warm," she whispered. "Even your skin feels like it’s waiting for me."

She pulled the last of my clothing off with a casual flick, then tossed it aside. Her eyes traced every inch of me—slowly, reverently—before she lowered herself down onto my hips, skin to skin, heat to heat.

"Look at me," she said.

I did. I had no choice.

Her hands braced against my chest, her eyes locked to mine as she began to move—gently, slowly—testing the rhythm, the weight, the fire.

My hands found her hips instinctively. She was already trembling, already breathless. Her lips parted, her head tilted back.

And suddenly, there was no dizziness. No confusion.

Only her.

Only this.

Mei moved like she’d studied every fantasy I never admitted to—grinding, rolling, shifting angles until she found the one that made me gasp her name like a prayer.

"Ren..."

She bit her lip, eyes fluttering closed. Her hands slipped down my chest and linked with mine above our heads, grounding us both as she picked up the pace. Her body rocked with growing desperation, hair swinging, skin flushed and slick with sweat.

"Don’t close your eyes," she whispered through a moan. "I want you to see me."

"I see you," I breathed. "I can’t look away."

Her pace stuttered. A quiet gasp slipped from her lips, and I felt it—the change. Her legs began to tremble around me. Her breath caught. Her rhythm faltered.

And then she dropped forward, forehead to mine, whispering my name over and over again as she unraveled.

The moment she did, I followed.

My whole body tensed beneath her—every nerve on fire, every breath stolen. The pleasure hit hard, almost too much, and yet not enough. I held her tight as the final wave crested, then crashed.

For a long time, neither of us moved.

The only sound in the room was our mingled breathing, hearts racing together, limbs entangled, bodies slick with sweat.

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