Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“Senpai?”
Oh. This time, I see something else in his gaze. He’s genuinely worried, and my chest tightens at the realization. I shakily reach up to cup his face. “Yuki.”
He tenses.
“Thank you.” I think of the last three hours, listening to readers share what they felt when they first discovered my work, hearing them gasp, giggle, and actually say ‘swoon’ out loud when I started sketching on stage—-
A thousand emotions clog my throat, and I say again, “Thank you.” My voice shakes. “Thank you, Yuki.” So many other things I want to thank him for, but it’s no longer possible to speak. All I can do is look at Yuki, willing him to read everything in my eyes, and when he sucks in his breath, I know he’s heard what I couldn’t say.
Both of us are quiet when we start walking back to the train station. At nine o’clock, the crowd has somewhat thinned, and with no longer any reason to rush, I’m able to take the sights in more leisurely. My eyes light up when I spy one of the popular photo sticker clubs, and I turn to Yuki, asking impulsively, “Can we try that?”
Yuki smiles down at me. “No.”
“B-but—-”
“I’d like to take things slowly,” Yuki deadpans. “So please respect my wishes.”
I burst into laughter, not having seen that coming at all. When we’re officially back together then, I promise myself. And he’s going to regret turning me down now. Next time we stop by, I’ll make sure I ask him to do something really cheesy—-
“You win, senpai.” Yuki starts dragging me towards the shop.
“Huh? What? I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to.” Yuki’s gaze skims the posters on the display window as he speaks. “It’s obvious your pretty little mind started scheming things when I told you no.”
How did he—-
Yuki turns to me, and I immediately try to look innocent. “I don’t know what you mean—-ow.” I rub my forehead gingerly. “Will you please stop that?”
“Then will you please stop thinking you can lie to me?” He’s perfectly mimicked my tone, and despite everything I find myself laughing again.
After exchanging his bills for small change, we check out the different photo sticker machines, with Yuki grimacing most of the time as we take in the gaudy set of props made available to customers. Taking pity on him, I choose what seemed like the simplest one, and my heart skips a beat when we step inside the booth.
“You know this is just for high school kids, don’t you?” Yuki mutters.
I roll my eyes. “Is not—-” I stop mid-sentence when I see him taking the only stool inside the booth. “I’m supposed to be the one sitting there,” I protest.
“And so you shall,” Yuki says silkily as he leans forward to press one of the buttons on the screen.
“What did you do?” I ask suspiciously.
“Make sure nothing here shows up on the screen outside,” he answers promptly.
“Oh. That’s good—-”
Yuki hauls me to his lap.
Not.
I quickly try to get up, but Yuki’s arms bound me to him like chains. A moment later, I feel his hands trailing down to curve around my waist—-
“Ah!” I’m suddenly up in the air.
“Sssh, senpai.” He swivels the seat sideways as he places me back on his lap. But this time, he has me straddling him, and I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist or have them stick past the booth’s curtains.
“Oh my God, Yuki.” I want to bang my head against the wall. Why did I even think I could take a simple photo sticker with him? This is Yuki, after all. He’s a god, and his greatest power is to torment me like no one else can.
“This way,” Yuki purrs, “we both have fun.”
“It’s not—-” The machine starts counting down, and I freak out. “It’s starting!”
“And so it is.” Yuki flashes a wicked grin as he cups my face. “Ready?”
“No!” But Yuki’s mouth has started nibbling down my neck, and I bite my lip hard to stop myself from moaning.
8...7...6...
“You smell so good, senpai.” Yuki starts sucking, and my neck arches instinctively under his mouth as the excruciatingly sweet sensation threatens to put me under a spell.
5...4...3...
Yuki’s fingers trail up to slowly trace my lips, and I almost whimper. I know exactly what he’s tempting me with, and I’m doing my best to resist—-
2...
But it’s impossible.
1...
My lips start to part.
0...
Blinding light flashes inside the booth just as I start sucking his fingers. I feel Yuki’s hard body shudder against me, and the knowledge that I’m the cause of it completes the spell. Logic fades as passion takes over, and I suck harder on his fingers as my breasts swell invitingly against his chest.
Light flashes anew as Yuki’s mouth moves back up and covers mine in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. He’s biting my lip, sucking my tongue, and it’s all so exquisitely hot blood rushes to my head and I find myself raking my nails over his back.