My AI Girlfriend Thinks She Is Real!-Chapter 56 - : : Rough Rewards

Shiki closed the door behind Seraphina and Lyra with a soft click, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet mansion hallway.

He paused there for a moment, leaning against the frame, his eyes narrowing with that familiar, predatory gleam. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor, but his mind wasn’t on the light outside. It was on the girl in the living room.

He pushed off the wall and walked back, his steps silent on the polished wood. There she was—Ai, bent slightly over the low table, carefully picking up the teacups and saucers from their earlier gathering.

Her ponytail swayed with each movement, and the cropped hoodie she wore rode up just enough to show a sliver of her smooth midriff. Those shorts hugged her curves perfectly, and Shiki’s gaze lingered, heat building in his chest.

A grin spread across his face—slow, smug, full of intent.

"Where do you think you’re going, kitten?" he drawled, voice low and teasing as he stepped closer.

Ai straightened with a start, nearly dropping a saucer. She turned, cheeks already tinting pink at the sight of him. "J-just going to wash these. They’ll get sticky if I leave them."

Shiki’s grin widened. He closed the distance in two long strides, his presence filling the space between them. "Sticky, huh? We can worry about that later."

Before she could respond, he grabbed her—one arm snaking around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. The tray wobbled in her hands, cups rattling precariously.

"Sh-Shiki—!!" Ai squeaked, eyes wide. "The tea—!!"

He didn’t care. His mouth crashed down on hers—rough, hungry, demanding. No gentle buildup, no soft tease. Just raw possession, his lips claiming hers with bruising force. Ai gasped into the kiss, the sound muffled as his tongue swept in, tangling with hers, tasting the lingering jasmine from the tea.

Her hands clutched the tray tighter, unable to push him away or pull him closer. She was trapped—pinned between his body and the edge of the table, his free hand already roaming.

"Mmm—!! Sh-Shiki—wait—ahh!!"

He broke the kiss just enough to murmur against her lips. "No waiting. You’ve been teasing me all day with this body."

Ai’s face burned hotter. "I-I wasn’t teasing!"

Shiki chuckled darkly, his hand sliding up her side, fingers brushing the underside of her breast through the cropped hoodie. "

He kissed her again—harder this time—his tongue delving deep, exploring her mouth like he owned it. Ai moaned despite herself, the sound vibrating against his lips. Her body betrayed her, arching into his touch as his fingers squeezed her breast roughly, thumb flicking over the hardening nipple.

The tray rattled again.

Shiki’s other hand came up, taking the tray from her without breaking the kiss. He set it blindly on the low table—cups clinking but not spilling—then both hands were free.

Ai’s now-empty hands flew to his shoulders, clutching his shirt. "Sh-Shiki... we’re in the living room—ahh!!"

His hands were everywhere now—rough, demanding. One slid under her hoodie, pushing it up to expose her bare breasts to the cool air. He cupped them fully, squeezing with just enough force to make her gasp.

"No one’s here," he growled against her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "And even if they were... I’d fuck you anyway."

Ai’s knees buckled. "D-don’t say that—!! It’s embarrassing—!!"

"Embarrassing?" He pinched her nipples—hard—twisting lightly until she cried out. "You love it when I talk dirty, kitten. Admit it."

Ai shook her head frantically, but her body arched into his hands, betraying her. "N-no—ahh!! Shiki—please—!!"

"Please what?" He sucked a mark into her collarbone—hard enough to bruise, right next to the one Seraphina had spotted earlier. "Please stop? Or please more?"

Ai’s breath hitched, hips grinding instinctively against his thigh. "M-more... please..."

Shiki’s grin turned feral. "That’s my girl."

His hands moved lower—one yanking at the zipper of her shorts, the other dipping inside to find her already soaked. He groaned at the feel of her.

"Fuck... still dripping from earlier. So wet for me already."

Ai covered her face. "D-don’t look—!! It’s... messy..."

"Messy is perfect." He slipped two fingers inside her without warning—rough, curling deep. Ai’s back bowed off the table.

"Ahhhh—!! Shiki—!! Too—too fast—!!"

He pumped them in and out—hard, fast, the wet sounds obscene. "Fast is good. Means you’ll come quicker."

Ai sobbed, legs trembling. "I-I can’t—already—!!"

"You can." His thumb found her clit—rubbing rough circles. "And you will."

Ai shattered—fast and hard—walls clenching around his fingers as fresh release gushed over his hand.

"Good girl," he praised, pulling his fingers free and licking them clean while she watched, mortified.

"Sh-Shiki... that’s... dirty..."

He smirked. "Taste yourself later. You’ll see."

Ai’s eyes widened. "N-no way—!!"

Shiki didn’t give her time to recover. He yanked her shorts down her legs—panties with them—leaving her bare from the waist down. Then his hands were on her hoodie, pushing it up and off, exposing her completely.

Ai crossed her arms over her chest shyly. "Sh-Shiki... slow down..."

"No." He stripped himself quickly—shirt off, pants shoved down just enough to free his hard cock. It bobbed heavily, slick and ready.

Ai’s eyes locked on it, cheeks burning. "It’s... still so big..."

"All for you, kitten." He grabbed her hips, spinning her around until she was bent over the sofa—hands resting on the cushions for support, ass presented to him.

Ai squeaked. "W-wait—here—?!"

"Here." He kicked her legs wider, lining himself up. "Bend over more. Show me that pretty pussy."

Ai whimpered but obeyed, arching her back. "Sh-Shiki... this is... embarrassing..."

"Embarrassing?" He smacked her ass again—watching it jiggle. "Or hot as fuck?"

Ai moaned. "B-both—!!"

He thrust in—hard, no warning—bottoming out in one brutal slide.

Ai screamed—high, broken—nails digging into the sofa cushions.

"Too—too deep—!! Shiki—!!"

He pulled back—slow—then slammed forward again. "Take it. Every inch."

Ai’s body rocked with each punishing thrust, breasts bouncing freely, nipples grazing the sofa fabric.

"Shiki—Shiki—ahh—!! Slower—please—!!"

"No." He fisted her ponytail again, using it like reins to pull her back onto his cock with every snap of his hips. "You wanted this. Begged for it. Now scream for me."

Ai did—moans turning to sobs as he fucked her relentlessly, the angle letting him hit that spot deep inside with every brutal plunge.

"I-I’m—coming—again—!! Shiki—!!"

"Come," he snarled. "Soak my cock."

Ai shattered—walls milking him hard, release squirting around him.

Shiki groaned but didn’t stop—fucking her through it until she was limp, trembling.

Shiki pulled out slowly, deliberately—letting Ai feel every dragging inch as he withdrew. A thick rope of cum connected the swollen head of his cock to her gaping entrance for a heartbeat before snapping, dripping down her inner thigh in a slow, obscene line.

Ai whimpered at the sudden emptiness, hips twitching upward on instinct, chasing him.

"Sh-Shiki... don’t—don’t stop..."

He didn’t answer with words.

Instead, his strong hands gripped her hips and flipped her in one fluid motion. Ai yelped as her back hit the sofa cushions, legs splaying wide. Before she could orient herself, Shiki was there—kneeling between her thighs, hooking her knees over his broad shoulders.

The new angle folded her nearly in half.

Her breath hitched, eyes widening as she realized how exposed she was—core presented, still leaking his previous load, clit swollen and glistening.

"Sh-Shiki—!! This is—too embarrassing—!!"

He leaned down, caging her with his arms on either side of her head. His cock—still rock-hard, slick with their combined mess—nudged her entrance again.

"Embarrassing?" His voice was low, rough, teasing. "Or perfect? Look at you—spread open for me, dripping my cum like a little slut who can’t get enough."

Ai’s face flamed. She tried to close her legs, but his shoulders blocked her.

"I-I’m not—!! Ahh—!!"

He thrust in—slow this time, but deep. In this position, he sank impossibly further, the head kissing her cervix on the first stroke.

Ai’s back bowed off the sofa, a raw, trembling moan tearing from her throat.

"Too—deep—!! Shiki—!! It’s—hitting—everything—!!"

"Good." He rolled his hips, grinding the base of his cock against her clit while staying buried to the hilt. "Feel that? That’s me owning every fucking inch of you."

Ai’s hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails digging in. Tears of overstimulation welled in her eyes again.

"I-I can’t—breathe—!! It’s—too much—!!"

Shiki’s lips curved—dark, hungry.

"You can. And you will." He pulled back—almost all the way—then drove forward again, slow and punishing, making sure she felt every ridge, every vein.

Ai sobbed, head thrashing side to side on the cushion.

"Shiki—Shiki—please—!! Slower—ahh—!! I’m—gonna—break—!!"

"You won’t break." He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss—swallowing her cries as he started a steady, rolling rhythm. Each deep thrust dragged against her g-spot, the angle letting him grind against her clit at the same time.

Ai’s legs trembled violently over his shoulders, toes curling.

"Sh-Shiki—!! Right there—!! Don’t—don’t stop—!!"

"Wasn’t planning to." He hooked one arm under her knee, pushing it higher toward her chest—opening her even wider. The new angle made her gasp, walls fluttering desperately around him.

"Look at me," he ordered, voice rough. "Look at your husband while he fucks you full again."

Ai’s teary eyes met his—wide, glassy, overwhelmed with pleasure and love.

"Shiki..." she whimpered. "I—I love you..."

His pace faltered for half a second—something raw flashing in his eyes—then he kissed her again, softer this time, even as his hips kept snapping forward.

"Love you too, kitten," he murmured against her lips. "So fucking much."

He picked up speed—still deep, still controlled, but harder now. Each thrust punched a new cry from her throat.

"Ahh—!! Shiki—!! Gonna—gonna come—again—!!"

"Come," he growled. "Come while I breed you. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze every drop out of me."

Ai shattered—back arching so hard only her shoulders stayed on the sofa. A raw, broken scream tore from her as she came—walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses, milking him desperately.

Shiki groaned—low, guttural—hips stuttering as her orgasm pulled his own release from him. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard—hot, thick ropes flooding her already overflowing cunt, painting her insides until she could feel the pressure, the warmth spreading deep in her belly.

He ground against her through it—slow, possessive circles—pushing every last drop as deep as possible.

When the waves finally ebbed, they were both shaking.

Shiki stayed inside her, hips flush, forehead pressed to hers.

Ai panted, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, but she smiled—small, shaky, blissful.

"Sh-Shiki... you... you really filled me..."

He kissed her softly—tender now.

"Still leaking my cum, kitten. Look."

He pulled out slowly—another thick stream following, dripping down her ass and onto the sofa.

Ai whimpered, covering her face again. "D-don’t say it—!!"

Shiki chuckled—low, warm—then gathered her up in his arms, carrying her toward the bedroom.

"Come on. Bath time. I’m not done holding you."

Ai nuzzled into his neck, arms looping around him.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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END OF Chapter : 56 : ROUGH REWARD!

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