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)
“What does that make me?”
My eyes widen. So that’s what this is all about.
“Senpai?”
I say in a very small voice, “An idiot.”
“Exactly.” Yuki captures a lock of my hair. “And I hate being made an idiot.”
I watch him wind my hair around his finger as he speaks, and I can’t help thinking he wants to do the same thing to my neck. The thought makes me gulp, and I whisper, “Sorry.”
“Apology accepted.” His voice is even more polite than usual.
It’s a bad sign.
“But unfortunately, your apology won’t cut it.”
And I’m right.
He lowers his head until his mouth touches my ear, and a sensual shudder racks my body.
“I think—-”
I find myself holding my breath. Please, please, please—-
“You need to be punished again.”
A whimper escapes me. Thank God!
Yuki rears back, his stunned gaze clashing with mine.
Oh.
Shite.
Did I say that out loud?
Word of the Day: Rabu Hoteru
The Japanese term for love hotel that primarily caters to short-stay guests
In Japan, these establishments are extremely popular with couples and known to offer a diverse range of themed suites.
Although Kabuchiko is Japan’s largest red-light district, it doesn’t look that much different from the rest of Tokyo. You still get the city’s famous bright lights, clustered buildings, and crowded streets. Even so, you’d be crossing an invisible line in most locals’ eyes the moment you make it here. It doesn’t matter if you say you’re just there for the sights. Most of them won’t believe anything you say. Kabuchiko is where the host clubs and love hotels are, and if you’re going there it only means one thing.
“Will you please just get on with it and choose one?” I hiss under my breath. This is the tenth love hotel we’ve checked out, and since all of them seem the same, I’m thinking he’s just dragging things out because he likes how the whole process is embarrassing me to death.
“Please be patient, senpai. You may be experienced with stuff like this, but it’s my first time.”
And of course, Yuki being Yuki, he has to say that just when a couple happens to walk past us.
The two look at me in shock. It’s obvious they think I’m taking advantage of Yuki, and if I weren’t so mortified, I’d probably find it funny. Yuki is six-foot-four and several stones heavier. Does it look like I can force him to do anything?
I start to tell them he’s just joking, but then Yuki takes my face in his hands and looks soulfully into my eyes. “I’m truly nervous about this. I know I promised that you can handcuff me—-”
I hastily slap my hand over his mouth. “Will you quit it?” I turn to the couple, hoping to explain it’s really not what they think, but they’ve already hurried away like they’ve just witnessed a crime.
Behind me, Yuki starts to laugh.
Whirling back to face him, I grumble, “This is not a laughing matter. What if they report me to the police or something?”
Yuki only grins. “Let them. That’s only going to spice things up.”
“Bully!” I raise my arm to punch him on the shoulder, but Yuki only grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, and just like that my anger is vanquished. I’m a trembling, hot mess by the time he lifts his head, and the way his eyes gleam tells me he knows it, too.
“Someone’s excited,” Yuki teases in a low voice, and my face reddens even more.
“Am not.”
But the words seem to fall on deaf ears, with Yuki finally deciding to end my misery and leading us inside the love hotel. My heart feels torn as we enter. The mangaka in me is excited. It’s my first time to be in this type of establishment, and I’m eager to take in every sight and commit it to memory, knowing how invaluable it will be to my work. On the other hand, the ordinary girl in me is blushing like mad. I never thought I’d have my first time in a love hotel, and even worse is how full of people the lobby is, and of course all of them know why we’re all here.
“Ohayo gozaimasu,” the male receptionist greets us when it’s our turn to come up to the counter. “What kind of room would you be interested in and for how long?”
“Umm.” I have trouble concentrating as Yuki wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me close. Clearing my throat, I ask, “W-what choices are there?”
The guy takes out an iPad and swipes on the screen. “Here you go.”
“T-thanks,” I mumble as I take the tablet from him. The choices are endless, and I point to the first innocuous name I spot on the list. “This one please.” The word ‘nama’ is written in hiragana, which translates to ‘raw.’ I’m guessing it would have to do with sashimi or something similar. Whatever it is, it should be better than the other suites, which have names like UFO Room and Pee Room.