Chapter : 17 : I am Coming For You!

The dim light of the television flickered across the walls of my apartment, casting a bluish glow on the lone figure sitting on the floor. Aisha was curled up, hugging my pillow tightly, her fingers grasping the fabric as if trying to hold onto me through it. She had been in the same spot for a while now, sighing every few minutes, her eyes fixed on the TV screen but not really watching.

"Jin, when will you return? I'm so bored," she muttered, burying her face into my pillow and inhaling its scent. It still smelled like me—like the lingering traces of my cologne, my warmth, and the familiarity that comforted her.

She turned her face slightly, resting her cheek against the soft pillow, her dark black eyes filled with longing. The apartment felt emptier than ever without me. Normally, she could handle a few hours apart, but today was different.

"Those two twins… Mei and Hana… They must be with him right now," she grumbled, her lips pouting as she sank further into the pillow. "Of course, they're probably spending all their time with my Ito. Considering they definitely accepted his confession, I bet they're getting all kinds of attention."

She bit down on the pillow in frustration, her small white teeth sinking into the fabric. A sharp wave of jealousy rushed through her, making her grip tighten.

"Ito… when you come back, you owe me. You owe me big time. I'll make sure you pay for making me feel this way," she mumbled with a little huff.

Her cheeks puffed up as she sulked, her foot tapping against the floor rhythmically.

"And to make things worse, I don't even have my shift today to distract myself."

She rolled onto her back, holding the pillow against her chest as she stared at the ceiling.

That's when the memories of the previous night surged back, as vivid as if they were happening all over again.

Her fingers trembled slightly, gripping the pillow tighter. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and a dreamy expression softened her face.

Last night…

The warmth of my body pressing against hers, the sound of my voice calling her name, the way our fingers intertwined—everything came rushing back like a wave crashing onto the shore.

The way I had held her… so firm yet so gentle. The way I whispered her name with so much affection. The way I kissed her, making her feel like she was the most precious person in the world.

She squeezed her thighs together, her heart pounding.

"Last night was amazing," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "The way he held me… the way he looked at me…"

Her fingers curled around the fabric of her oversized T-shirt—the one she had stolen from me. She pulled it up slightly, revealing a hint of the smooth skin of her thighs.

"The way he called my name… the way we became one…"

She let out a shaky breath, her entire body tingling as the memories consumed her.

She wanted to feel it again.

I want him to hold me like that again…

She hugged my pillow tighter, burying her face into it as her entire body burned with warmth.

"Ito, come back fast," she murmured, her voice laced with impatience and longing.

She turned over onto her stomach, kicking her feet in the air like a lovesick schoolgirl.

She had never felt like this before. Sure, she had loved me deeply since the moment she met me, but ever since last night, something had changed inside her.

The way I had loved her—completely and unconditionally—had set her heart on fire.

I'm addicted to him, she realized. Completely and utterly addicted.

A playful smile curled her lips as a mischievous thought entered her mind.

"When he comes back… I'll make sure he doesn't leave me alone again," she whispered to herself. "I'll punish him for making me feel this way."

She giggled, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers.

But then, another thought struck her.

What if he comes back and he's all flustered because of Mei and Hana? What if they're clinging to him?

Her mood darkened instantly.

"No," she muttered, rolling onto her side and clutching the pillow protectively. "I won't let them take him from me."

She pouted again, her lips pressing into a thin line.

Then, an idea popped into her head.

Maybe… I should go see him instead?

She sat up, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Yes.

That was the perfect plan.

She would surprise him.

And if Mei and Hana were getting too close… she'd remind them exactly who had him first.

She smirked, already imagining the look on their faces.

"Oh? You two are getting close to my Ito? That's cute. But let me tell you something… I've been in his arms long before either of you. And last night? He was calling my name."

She giggled to herself, the thought filling her with satisfaction.

With that decision made, she leapt up from the floor and stretched, her T-shirt riding up slightly.

"I better look extra cute when I see him," she said to herself, walking toward the mirror.

Aisha stood in front of the full-length mirror, her dark black eyes scanning her reflection with sharp focus. Her fingers grazed the hem of her oversized T-shirt—the one she had stolen from me. It smelled like me, and for a moment, she hesitated, biting her lower lip.

She loved wearing my clothes; it made her feel close to me, as if my presence still lingered on her skin. But today, she had a mission. She had to remind me—and the twins—who came first.

If Mei and Hana think they can just swoop in and claim my Ito, they have another thing coming, she thought, her grip tightening slightly. I'll make sure he sees only me.

With a determined breath, she pulled the T-shirt over her head in one swift motion, revealing the soft, delicate curves of her bare shoulders and the smooth expanse of her back. The cool air kissed her skin, sending a small shiver down her spine.

She glanced back at the mirror, tilting her head slightly.

Her figure was stunning—no, breathtaking.

Her long, silky black hair was tied neatly in a sleek ponytail that cascaded down her back, emphasizing the elegant curve of her neck. Her top, snugly fitted to her slender waist and curvaceous hips, accentuated every inch of her perfect proportions.

Aisha's large, perfectly shaped breasts strained against the fabric of her bra, their fullness undeniable. She ran a slow hand down her side, feeling the dip of her waist before her fingers traced over the firm swell of her hips.

Her thighs, smooth and toned, peeked out as she shifted, and she let out a small hum of satisfaction. Yes, this will do.

But she wasn't finished yet. She had to be perfect.

With deliberate movements, she reached for the off-shoulder top she had chosen for the occasion—black, sleek, and teasingly revealing. The soft fabric slipped through her fingers as she pulled it over her head, adjusting the neckline so it slid down her shoulders, exposing her collarbones and just a hint of cleavage.

Perfect.

She turned slightly, admiring how the top clung to her curves, highlighting the best parts of her body. The way it framed her figure would make it impossible for Ito to look away.

But the real test? Her leggings.

A small smirk played on her lips as she picked up the black, skin-tight leggings. These weren't just any leggings—they hugged every curve, emphasizing the smoothness of her thighs and the roundness of her hips.

He won't be able to resist this, she thought as she slid one foot in, then the other.

As she pulled them up, she bit her lip at the way they molded against her body. The fabric stretched perfectly, outlining the toned shape of her legs, the curve of her calves, and the subtle yet firm roundness of her backside.

She gave a little twirl, her ponytail swishing behind her.

A teasing smile formed on her lips as she imagined my reaction.

Would I swallow hard when I saw her? Would my eyes widen, unable to look away? Would Mei and Hana watch in frustration, knowing they could never match up to her?

Her heart fluttered with excitement at the thought.

She adjusted the waistband, smoothing out the fabric before running her hands down her thighs. The sensation sent a thrill through her—it was like wearing confidence itself.

Ito is mine, she thought, her eyes gleaming with determination.

With one final look in the mirror, she placed a delicate hand on her hip, tilting her head just enough to emphasize the graceful slope of her neck.

The small mole near the corner of her left lip—her secret weapon—stood out against her smooth skin. She knew how much I loved it.

She smirked. This will make him crazy.

As a finishing touch, she dabbed on a little perfume—one I always complimented.

She was ready.

With a flip of her ponytail and a confident sway in her steps, she grabbed her bag and headed toward the door.

Ito, prepare yourself. Your Aisha is coming for you… and this time, you won't be able to look at anyone else.

END OF CHAPTER : 17 : I AM COMING FOR YOU!