Family Stealing System: your wife, mother, sister, all mine now!
Chapter 19: Jia (2)

Chapter 19: Jia (2)

Kian’s hand slid lower, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, finding the heat there before the fabric had even been moved.

She held his face close to her, not letting go of the kiss.

His hands were finally well-situated inside her pants.

"Hehe, look at who is so excited," he said, biting her nose.

She was already wet, slick against his fingertips, and when he touched her she made a sound like a moan that broke into a gasp halfway through.

He kissed her through it, swallowing the noise, his fingers moving in slow circles that made her thighs clamp around his wrist and her nails dig into his hair.

"Told you," he murmured against her mouth, and she shook her head even as her hips lifted to meet his hand, her body telling a completely different story.

Kian pulled back just enough to watch her face—eyes squeezed shut, lower lip caught between her teeth, that mole on her ribcage rising and falling with each ragged breath—and decided that she was infact one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the spot right below her ear that made her whole body jolt, and said, "You’re going to let me take these pants off now."

She didn’t resist as he pulled it off and revealed her entirety infront of him.

She was smaller than Mia everywhere that counted—narrower hips, slimmer thighs, the dark hair between her legs sparse and neatly curled—but there was a tension in her body that made every line sharper, more pronounced, like a drawn bowstring waiting to be released.

Kian ran his palms up the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart with a gentleness that surprised even him, and Jia’s hands flew to cover her face, fingers splayed so he could still see one wide eye peeking through the gaps.

"Anything to say?"

"Be gentle!" she said, having found her courage.

"How gentle?"

"I don’t know! Gentle as you can!"

Kian laughed softly.

Removing his own pants easily, he lined himself up, one hand braced beside her shoulder, the other guiding himself against her.

Before he moved, she pulled him into another kiss.

He moved.

She was hot and wet and when the head of him pressed into her, her whole body locked up for one clenched second before releasing on a long, shuddering exhale.

He pushed in slow—agonizingly slow, the kind of slow that made him grit his teeth and her eyes to close tightly—and she took him inch by inch with little sounds that weren’t words, just vowels that caught in their kiss and died there.

Her nails dragged down his back through the robe he hadn’t bothered to remove, leaving lines for sure, and when he bottomed out she gasped like she’d been underwater too long and finally broke the surface.

He could feel the blood pooling through his shaft.

"Wait," she said, the word more breath than voice. "There, there, don’t move yet."

"Does it hurt?"

"A lot," she said, breathing.

So he didn’t move and just continued kissing her. He stayed still, buried inside her, feeling the way she clenched around him in irregular waves—like her body was learning him by touch alone.

Her eyes were open now, wet at the corners again, but this time she was looking right at him, not hiding behind her fingers.

"Okay," she whispered after what felt like a small eternity. "Now."

Kian began to move, slow at first, the kind of slow that made every inch feel like a mile.

Jia’s breath hitched with each shallow thrust, her fingers still tangled in his hair, her legs locked around his waist so tight he could feel the muscles in her calves trembling against his sides.

The wetness made it easier, but the tightness didn’t let up—if anything, it got worse, her body gripping him like it wasn’t sure whether to push him out or pull him deeper.

"You’re doing good," he said, the words pressed into the skin just above her mole. He leaned down and nibbled on her perky nipples. "Just breathe. Don’t hold it."

"I’m not holding it," she gasped, clearly holding it, and hugged his head.

Mmmm~

Wait~

Nhhghh~

Ouch~

She bit his shoulders as he kept moving.

"There it is," Kian murmured, and he hit that same spot again, watching her face go slack for one unguarded second before she bit his shoulder hard enough to leave marks.

He could feel the heat building low in his own gut, the pressure coiling tight, but he kept his rhythm steady—not rushing, not chasing his own finish, just watching her come apart at the edges.

A thin sheen of sweat had broken out across her chest, making the dip between her breasts glisten, and her legs had gone from death-gripped to hugging, her heels digging into his back.

"Kian," she said, and her voice cracked on his name. "Kian, I think—I think I’m—"

"You are," he said. "Me too."

She came with a full-body shudder that started somewhere in her thighs and rolled upward through her belly, her back arching off the bed.

She hugged his head tight to herself as it finally happened, her mouth opening on a silent gasp that became a broken moan.

Her inner walls pulsed around him in rhythmic waves, the sensation so intense that Kian had to stop moving entirely and just hold still, jaw clenched, breathing through his nose like a man trying not to sneeze.

When she finally went limp beneath him, arms flopping to the sides, eyes glassy and half-lidded, he allowed himself a small, smug smile.

"That bad, huh?"

She didn’t have the strength to glare at him, but she managed a weak swat to his shoulder. "Shut up. Just—shut up and finish."

Kian didn’t need to be told twice.

He gripped her hip with one hand, the other planted into the mattress beside her head, and let go of the careful rhythm he’d been holding. What followed wasn’t gentle—it was fast and deep and selfish in the way she’d asked for, her body still fluttering around him with the aftershocks of her own climax.

She made a sound each time he bottomed out, a punched-out little *hah* that fogged against his neck, and her nails found fresh purchase on his shoulder blades through the robe.

The pressure that had been coiling behind his navel finally snapped.

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a grunt that was more relief than anything else, spilling inside her in hot pulses that made his thighs shake.

For a long moment he just stayed there—braced above her, breathing hard, feeling her pulse against his own in the place where they were still connected.

Then he pulled out slow, and a thin trickle of his seed mixed with the faint pink of her virgin blood smeared on the inside of her thigh.

"This was the best thing I’ve ever experienced," Kian said with a deep breath.

She stared at him, breathing deep. "It better have been."

Kian chuckled, the sound rough at the edges, and pressed his forehead to hers for a long moment.

Then a soft ding chimed in the back of his skull, and he pulled back to see the translucent system panel flickering into view.

[You have absorbed the Virgin Yin of ’Hua Jia.’ A Body Box containing her Vital Yin is now available in the Body Gamble Shop.]

He dismissed the notification with a thought, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Then, without hesitation, cuddled upto her and just wrapped her in his arms.

Jia groaned against his chest, her breath still coming in shallow puffs. "I’m all sticky now. You’re a menace."

"A menace you let into your bed," Kian said, tracing lazy circles on her shoulder blade. "And your pants. And several other places."

She pinched his side, hard enough to make him twitch. "Don’t get cocky. Look at what I did to your shoulders."

"I like it."

Her face went nuclear. She buried it in his chest, muffling something that sounded like "I hate you" but lacked any real conviction.

Kian kissed the top of her head, his fingers trailing down her spine in a slow, idle rhythm. The sweat was cooling on both of them now, the afternoon light filtering through the window screens in amber slants.

Somewhere in the living room Hua Mia was probably pretending not to hear anything. He’d deal with that soon.

For now, he just held Jia, feeling her breathing slow, her body gradually unclenching muscle by muscle against his.

"Hua Jia," he said, and she tilted her head up just enough to show one skeptical eye. "You’re really pretty when you’re arguing with me."

"That’s all the time," she muttered. "I’m always arguing with you."

"And you’re always pretty. See how that works?"

She stared at him for a beat, then snorted—an undignified, surprised laughter that made her whole body shake against his.

"That was terrible, Kian. What a dumb joke!"

"You’re smiling though."

"I’m not." She was.

"Say ’I love you Kian!’"

"I am never saying that shit."

By the time she fell asleep in his arms, they were once again connected.