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)
“Penny for your thoughts?” Yuki suddenly asks.
I quickly shake my head. “It’s nothing.” But this only makes him stop in the middle of the hallway, and I turn red when he clasps my shoulders and make me turn to face him. “Yuki,” I protest under my breath.
“You’re sure nothing’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong,” I mutter, “except for the fact that you’re making us the center of attention, again.”
“So?” His broad shoulders move in a lazy shrug. “It’s not as if they’re able to do anything to you.”
“Of course they—-” I stop mid-sentence. Hold on a minute there. My eyes narrow at him. “Are you the reason why everyone seems so weird around me today?”
“I’m afraid you’ll need to elaborate, senpai.”
Ha! The more innocent Yuki sounds, the worse it usually is, and I glare at him. “You did something, didn’t you?”
Yuki gives me a positively angelic look.
Yup. He totally did something.
“Tell me,” I insist. And when Yuki doesn’t show any signs of giving in, I have no qualms with using the magic word. “Please?” I would have even batted my eyelashes if I had to, but fortunately it doesn’t prove necessary.
“I don’t see why it matters,” Yuki says with a faint sigh, “but if you insist on knowing – all I did was simply let it slip that people have to think very carefully of what they say or do to you because the rewards and consequences won’t be limited to the walls of this school.”
Spoken just like a billionaire’s son, I think, cringing. And now everyone’s going to think I’m the kind that needs protecting, Yuki included.
“Who exactly did you talk to?”
“Only the school chairman,” Yuki says.
“Only the school chairman?” I repeat disbelievingly. “You involved the school chairman in this?”
“Who else should I have spoken to? I want the word out as quickly as possible so of course I’d speak with him. I needed to make sure you were taken care of.”
“But—-”
“You look slightly disappointed,” he says silkily.
Oh, shite. Did I give myself away? I shake my head, stammering, “Of c-course not.”
“And yet your face suggests otherwise,” he drawls. “In fact, if I take a closer look, I’d be tempted to say you were hoping that something would happen because you could use it as a chance to prove that you’re, err, strong—-”
A gasp escapes me. “How do you know?”
“Because I know you.” And then he flicks my forehead. Hard.
“Ouch!”
“Serves you right, senpai.” His tone is merciless. “Did you really think I’d let anyone harm you in any way?” He flicks my head again. “I am all for you proving your strength, but not if it’s going to put you in any danger.” His eyes bore through me. “Is that clear now?”
“No.” How can I prove I’m not weak if he’s going to protect me all the time?
“Good. I’m glad you understand.”
“But I just said—-”
“We really should go now, senpai. We can’t be late.”
Despite everything, I’m successfully distracted not just by his words but also the brisk pace he’s set for us. Hurrying after him, I ask a little breathlessly, “Where are we going?”
Yuki flashes a wicked smile. “It’s a secret.”
Because it’s rush hour, all of the trains are packed, and I find myself caged in Yuki’s embrace, my back against the doors. I look up, intending to nag him again about where we’re going, but it’s a big mistake. Our eyes clash, and that’s all it takes. I can only watch helplessly as his glittering gaze begins to dip lower and lower, until his eyes are hungrily devouring my flesh.
Aaaaah.
He’s staring at my breasts like he can’t wait to eat them, and oh bloody hell, it’s making me feel the same – I can’t wait for him to eat them either. “P-please,” I choke out. But he keeps staring, and that’s all it takes.
I’m wet.
Again.
“Stop staring,” I plead. It feels so wrong that I’m aroused in public. “Please.”
But of course, this only makes Yuki do the opposite. His body inches closer, so, so close that our breaths become one, and every time the train lurches his chest rubs against my swollen breasts. It’s too much, and I bite back a cry as I feel my nipples start to pucker to life.
My eyelids sweep closed as fantasies crowd my mind, an imaginary Yuki tearing my blouse as he—-
“Goddammit, senpai.”
My eyes fly open, and I see Yuki glaring down at me. “What did I tell you about fantasizing in public?”
Oops.
“It’s your fault,” I grumble.
Yuki pinches my cheeks the moment we get off at Harajuku. “How many times do I have to tell you, senpai?” His voice is extremely pleasant, which I know from experience is a bad sign. “You can’t ever show that face to anyone but me.”
“I’m so-wee.” It’s hard to speak, with my cheeks still stretched.
“You’ve become a very bad girl. I don’t think a normal punishment will cut it this time.”