Don't You Want To Continue, Brother?*

Haruto lay beside Haruka, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to calm the heat in his body. 

His cock throbbed persistently, demanding attention, but he tried to ignore it. 

Beside him, Haruka was lost in her own haze of pleasure, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. 

Her skin glistened faintly, and her breath came in short, ragged bursts.

His gaze drifted to her pink, stiffened nipples, rising and falling with her labored breathing. 

She whimpered softly, her lips slightly parted, and the sight made his restraint waver. Haruto clenched his fist, then covered his eyes with one hand, trying to steady himself.

'No. I can't do more than this—not yet,' he told himself, forcing the thought to take root. 

'This is the limit.'

Resolving to cool himself off, he sat up, intending to head for a cold shower. However, as he moved, a gentle tug on his arm stopped him.