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)
And it’s good.
It’s so, so, so good it’s making my eyes roll back and I can’t quite breathe right—-
“Yuki.” I can’t help gasping his name as I feel something inside of me start to break.
But still he goes on plunging his cock into me.
It still doesn’t fit, it’s never going to fit, and it’s practically tearing my pussy apart—-
“Yuki!”
His fingers pinch my clit hard, and I scream.
Wetness gushes out of me as my shuddering body reaches an orgasm, but even so it doesn’t make his thrusts slow down at all. The fierceness of it, combined with the way my orgasm is making my flesh throb and quiver, leaves me clinging to him helplessly. And when his movements become wild, his cock thrusting all the way down to my womb just as I hear him growl my name out—-
His cum fills me.
The last thread of my sanity snaps, and I find myself sobbing and holding on to him, my body climaxing with his.
Too much.
Too, too much.
It almost feels too good to be true.
And maybe it would be if it’s not Yuki—-
And it’s not just because he’s a god.
But it’s more because he’s the only boy I’ve ever loved.
A little sigh escapes me when the last tremors of our shared climax finally fade. Yuki rolls us around, and I find myself lying on top of him. Thinking we’re about to cuddle, I start to snuggle closer, but then I feel his hands moving to my hips—-
Okaaaay...
I force my eyes open when he guides me up to a sitting position. “Yuki?”
“Senpai?” His mocking voice mirrors my uncertainty, and the glint in his baby blues is devilish.
Uh. Oh.
And then he’s driving back inside me, impaling me with his cock, and I gasp.
“Yuki!”
And it starts all over again.
That Yuki proves himself insatiable is a vast understatement. I don’t even have time to see if Mt. Fuji does show up outside our window, don’t even have time to leave the futon unless it’s to do business in the bath. It’s as if Yuki feels like he needs to cram three years’ worth of sexual abstinence in one weekend, and by Sunday morning, I’m practically begging and trying to crawl out of his reach—-
But he captures me easily enough, one hand fisting my hair, while his mouth latches to the side of my neck.
“Yuki.” My voice comes out a whimper. “Please.”
But he only licks the side of my neck, whispering mockingly, “You asked for this, remember?”
Word of the Day: Aishiteiru, v.
1. The present progressive form of the compound verb ai suru.
2. A more literal translation of ‘I love you’ compared to ‘suki.’ It is, however, rarely uttered by Japanese men due to their conservative nature.
It’s a hot Monday morning when Vivi and I step out of our dorm building, but it might as well be winter with the frosty, condescending looks that immediately go my way. Nothing new about it though, and when I hear a couple of girls throw shade at me as we pass them by—-
What a slut.
She should just go back to America.
The nerve of her, going out with Alexei when he’s already taken.
It doesn’t even make me blink. I’ve been called worse things in high school, and the thing about these public scandals is that if you’ve managed to survive one, you know you can survive another.
But of course I’m not going to tell them that. I’d rather pretend they’re making my life miserable than give them a reason to be more creative in showing their dislike.
We stop by the locker hall before heading separately to our classes, and Vivi scowls when she sees my locker flooded with hate mail. Again, it’s nothing new, but because I know people are watching, I feign a frown and make sounds of horrible despair.
Unbelievable.” Although Vivi knows I’m just faking it, she still can’t help getting mad on my behalf. “Just speak the word, Kat-chan—-”
“Say,” I interrupt her with a smile. “Just say the word.”
“Yes, yes, I do mean that. I’m scratching to give them a portion of my brain,” she fumes.
My mouth opens and closes, but in the end all I manage is to swallow my laughter. I don’t even know where to start with that.
“They should know all of this is Alexei’s fault, not yours.”
“Oh, Vivi.” We’ve had this conversation so many times, but Vivi still insists on seeing things black and white whenever Yuki’s concerned. “You know his hands are tied in this matter.”
“Exactly! His hands are tied but they are not cuffed or chained, are they?”
“I’m speaking figuratively.”
“Me, too.”
The words, combined with Vivi’s utterly serious tone, are too much, and a giggle escapes me as I impulsively give her a hug. “I know you feel like you should be doing more,” I whisper to my friend, “but you’re already doing more than enough just by keeping me company.”