Chapter 54: Play the game right
"Ok I respect that." Kim got up and walked out.
[Mei is next on the line]
"Alright." I grinned.
I stepped out and walked down the hallway and stopped in front of Mei’s room door. Thinking of what I’ll even say.
I knocked softly. A few seconds of silence. Then the door opened. "Yes!! Mom?"
Mei was completely naked. Her bare body was framed by the doorway.
She stood frozen for a heartbeat — no towel, no robe, just a thin pink panties, and bare skin, soft curves, and the warm light spilling over her body.
Her arms hovered awkwardly at her sides, like she wasn’t sure whether to cover herself or not.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes flicked away from mine for a second before coming back.
I totally understood why this was an unexpected moment between us. Never once stepped foot at Mei’s door or even inside. Of course I did when no one else was at home but never when she was.
My eyes roamed slowly, deliberately, as if I wanted her to feel every second of my gaze.
"Oh.. it’s you," she said quietly, voice a little unsteady. "What are you doing here? Quite unusual."
She didn’t move to close the door or hide. She just stood there, hesitant, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her nipples were already slightly hard from the cooler air of the hallway.
One hand drifted halfway towards her stomach, then stopped, like she was fighting the urge to cover up.
"What are you? A pervert!! Quite staring and answer me. Do you need something?" She asked, still not stepping back or inviting me in.
Her voice was sharp, but uncertain. She glanced past me toward the hallway, then back at my face, waiting to see what I would do.
She was naked, open, and clearly nervous about it.
I stepped forward without asking for permission. My presence filled the space between us, Mei instinctively stepped back, her heart raced.
Her thoughts were loud and clear.
’He’s actually coming in— I’m still completely naked and he’s just walking right in like it’s nothing.’
She felt the cool air of the hallway against her skin one last time before the door clicked shut behind me.
She swallowed, voice barely above a whisper when she spoke.
"You’re... really just coming in while I’m like this?"
’Why didn’t I grab a towel? Why I’m I just standing here like this? He’s looking at me. Really looking. My breasts, between my legs... everything.’
A nervous flutter went through her stomach. She could feel her nipples tightening further under my gaze — I didn’t rush. Neither did I stare too hard. I simply looked at her the way someone might look at something they already knew they were allowed to see.
"You always walk around like this after a shower?" I asked, voice calm, almost casual.
’I should cover up. Or better, tell him to wait outside while I get dressed.’
She let out a small, nervous breath. "N- no... I just.. didn’t expect you of all people living in this house." Her eyes roamed, barely maintaining her gaze. She kept shifting her weight, one thigh sliding against the other. The movement made her breasts sway slightly.
I took a step closer, stopping at a respectful distance away. Her cheeks burned hotter. She kept her arms at her sides even though every instinct screamed to hide herself.
The hesitation sat heavy in her heart.
"You could’ve grabbed a towel," I said softly. "But you didn’t."
Her cheeks darkened. She opened her mouth, then closed it back again, then whispered, "I know.."
I remained silent, letting it sit for a moment, watching the way her breathing stayed a little too quick.
Then I reached out, Mei flinched a little— not to touch her skin, just to gently brush a damp strand of hair away from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear.
My fingers barely grazed her. She shivered anyway.
"Why are you shaking?" I murmured.
"I’m just... cold," she tried, but the excuse sounded weak even to her.
I smiled faintly. "The room is warm."
I took another step forward. Now I was close enough that if she leaned forward even slightly, her nipples would brush my shirt. She didn’t lean away.
I kept my voice low and steady. "You don’t have to pretend you’re not nervous. It’s okay. I like that you’re being honest with me right now... standing here like this."
Her throat moved as she swallowed. She still hadn’t covered herself. If anything, her posture had loosened a fraction — shoulders no longer quite as tight, hands resting more naturally against her thighs.
I let my gaze travel down her body slowly, openly, then back up to her eyes. No hunger, no pressure— just quiet appreciation.
"Do you realize," I whispered, leaning close so close she could feel my breath against her ear, "how perfect you look like this."
The word’s landed softly. Mei’s lips parted, but no words came out. Eyes flickering with something between embarrassment and reluctant pleasure.
The praise made her knees feel weak. She couldn’t meet my eyes, instead staring at floor, her hands twitched again as though they wanted to cover her nakedness but dared not.
I didn’t touch her again yet. Instead I asked, almost conversationally, "Do you want me to leave... or do you want me to stay a little longer?"
She hesitated for several long seconds, chest rising and falling. Then, very quietly, "..Stay." — ’God.. when did that come out of my mouth.. No please leavvee.’
I smirked, seeing her mind was in conflict with her body and nodded once, like it was the most natural answer In the world. My hand rose again, this time resting lightly against the side of her waist — just the warmth of my palm on her bare skin. Not gripping. Not pulling. Simply there.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t step back. A soft shaky exhale left her as she felt the contact.
I tilted my head slightly, my lips curving into the faintest smile. "Is that a blush right there!?" I said softly, almost as if I was amused.
Mei gulped, trying to find her voice. "T-That’s not true.." she whispered, her words fragile, almost breaking.
My thumb moved in the smallest, slowest circle against her hip. Nothing forceful.
Just enough for her to feel it. Enough for her body to start answering even while her mind was still catching up.
She was still hesitant but still wasn’t pulling away. Her eyes kept dropping to my mouth, then away again, like she couldn’t decide where it was safer to look.
"You’re still shaking." I said softly.
"I know... clearly it’s because you’re here " she whispered.
I leaned in, but I still didn’t press my body against hers.
"You can tell me to stop whenever you want," I murmured. "I’ll listen."
That was a terrible lie. I bet even her knew I would listen.
She didn’t say stop. The heat rushing through her body wasn’t just from the shower. Her skin tingled everywhere my eyes touched, especially her nipples, and it made her thighs press together in a desperate, secret way.
It was terrifying how badly she wanted this— shame clung to her thoughts, whispering how wrong it felt, because of how we grew up as siblings, but now only to find out we aren’t even related but blood. But underneath that shame there was something deeper.
She still remained there, halfway naked, letting my hand stay on her bare skin. After a few seconds her own hand lifted, hovered uncertainly in the air, then settled lightly against my forearm — almost like she was holding on so she wouldn’t step back.
’What’s wrong with me..?’ She thought, ’it’s like I’m losing my mind.’
Slowly, I let my other hand rise. I brushed the backs of my fingers along the outside of her arm, from her elbow up to her shoulder, then down again. Light, patient.
The kind of touch that could still be called casual if someone wanted to pretend.
Her skin pricked under it. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat. "I’m scared.." she whispered.
I tilted my head with a startled smile, studying her reaction, "if you truly were scared, you wouldn’t be this close to me." My eyes swept over her body.
"Do you want to know what I sense from you!?"
Mei gulped hard, "W-what?"
"That a part of you wants this," I said softly. "Just standing here... letting me look at you, and touch you like this.. you’re being so good for me."
Heat rushed to her face, her body burning with shame and want at once. Her lashes fluttered. The hesitation was still there in her eyes, but it was starting to melt around the edges, replaced by something warmer and more uncertain.
"Tell me if I’m wrong?" I finally closed the last bit of space between us — not rough, just enough that the front of my shirt brushed against her bare nipples.
The contact was light, almost accidental, but I felt her whole body tense for a second before she melted a fraction closer instead of pulling away..