out of control
Upon hearing the first gasp, Kazusa stopped pressing the button to hang up the video.
Rather than saying it stopped, it's more accurate to say it froze.
Just as her mind was in a daze, she heard more sighs from the other end of the video, which sounded like a sigh of relief, but also like a sigh of unbearable pain.
Then came the faint sound of fabric rubbing together, and... the sound of breathing that gradually became heavy and rapid.
At this moment, Hezou was completely certain of what he was doing.
Her heart skipped a beat and then began to race uncontrollably. But she instinctively held her breath, afraid to move a muscle, the intense throbbing of her arteries echoing from her ear canal, which was pressed against the side of the pillow.
“Melodia…” His suppressed, hoarse voice, which sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure, came again.
He was calling her name, his voice clearer than his earlier panting. Kazusa felt her name electrify her, shooting through her ears and reaching the depths of her heart.
Then came more suggestive sounds—suppressed breathing, subtle friction sounds, and the murmur of her name being repeated over and over again.
He Zou felt like his whole body was burning up.
She knew she should hang up, but she didn't, and... didn't want to. She even held the phone closer, as if that would allow her to feel his presence more clearly.
Listening to his increasingly uncontrolled breathing, listening to his unconscious moans when he was aroused, Kazusa felt herself being drawn into this tide of passion, a strange tingling sensation rising deep within her body.
After an unknown amount of time, the noise on the other end finally subsided, leaving only his panting.
Once everything quieted down, Hezou whispered into the microphone, almost in a breathy voice, "...Idiot."
Even through the pitch-black screen, Kazuna could feel the air freeze on the other end the moment she spoke. A few seconds later, Tezuka's voice, seemingly unsure how to react and only able to utter pure confusion, came through: "Melodia? You... haven't hung up yet?"
His voice still held a strange, languid quality; it was very pleasant to listen to. Besides pleasant to listen to, she thought there was an even more wonderful word—sexy.
He Zou took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound normal: "Hmm, I want to see if someone who's in such a hurry to say 'goodnight' will sleep soundly afterwards."
Both of them tacitly avoided reappearing on screen.
Even so, the other end of the phone fell into a deathly silence.
He could almost picture his expression at that moment—he must be frozen, his ears burning red, completely at a loss for how to react.
She couldn't help but chuckle softly.
“…I’m sorry.” After a long silence, he managed to squeeze out two words, his voice dry and filled with unprecedented shame.
"Why apologize?" Kanade's tone was relaxed, even a little teasing. "I just accidentally caught a glimpse of my boyfriend's...unknown way of relaxing?"
“Melodia!” Kanade heard him interrupt her helplessly, his voice pleading, which sounded rather, no, rather, quite cute.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Kazusa knew when to stop. His unusual helplessness softened her heart, and her tone became gentle. "You really should sleep now. Tomorrow—ah, I mean today, we have to get up early."
"……Um."
"Goodnight, Guoguang." She hesitated for a moment, then added, "...I like it very much." Her voice was soft, yet it carried a damp and steamy quality.
This time, she hung up the phone without waiting for his response.
Tezuka remained silent for a long time, staring at the ended call log.
The air still seemed to retain the scalding heat of her last soft "I like it very much".
He held the now-cooled phone, leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his temples hard; the blush on his ears had not yet faded.
An indescribable surge of emotion welled up within him, like a boulder thrown into the lake of his heart.
How could I make such a mistake?
Perhaps because his nerves had been on edge for too long, when he heard her smiling "goodnight" and watched her disappear on the other side of the screen, the string of reason snapped completely at that moment.
The desire he had forcibly suppressed in the bathroom was ignited by her intimate and unconsciously seductive expression, causing him to abandon his restraint.
Desire, once it crosses the line, will overwhelm all reason like a flood. He was well aware of the consequences of indulgence, so he always strictly restrained himself.
But he remembered that he had almost impatiently... given in to that impulse.
My mind is filled with her image.
When she wore his loungewear, her collarbone was faintly visible beneath the loose neckline; when she leaned on his shoulder and laughed, the purple corners of her eyes curved upwards... He could even recall the faint minty scent in her hair the night before they parted.
Because of their reluctance to part, and with their unspoken understanding, she stayed overnight for the only time. Even though he hadn't had any impolite thoughts while they slept in each other's arms all night, now recalling every detail was unbearable.
These images that entered his mind connected his five senses and completely awakened his body.
“Melodia…” He had been unconsciously repeating her name over and over again, as if it were the only medicine that could alleviate the pain of his sanity breaking down.
Then came a brief silence after the catharsis.
As his senses gradually returned, he reached for the water, but heard a very soft voice coming through the receiver:
"……Fool."
The soft tone of her voice made him feel as if his blood had frozen instantly; he was stunned.
The call... hasn't ended? The timer is still relentlessly ticking away the call duration.
She heard it.
all.
This fact overwhelmed him with unprecedented emotions; panic struck even before embarrassment. He had faced countless match points and endured immense pressure throughout his career, but never before had he felt so... helpless.
“…I’m sorry.” The only word he could think of was “apology,” but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was so dry it didn’t sound like his own.
Aside from apologizing, he didn't know what else to say. His chaotic mind was filled with intense unease—she would definitely be angry, perhaps even furious and disgusted, after being offended like this.
However, her reaction was completely unexpected.
She wasn't angry or scolding him; instead, she soothed him with a teasing and tender tone.
But while he felt relieved, he could no longer hear her say anything more about what had just happened. He could only interrupt her helplessly, calling her name almost pleadingly.
This was too much; he needed some time to process the enormous shock and... the hidden sense of shame.
Melodia, always considerate, knew when to stop, softened her tone, and said "Goodnight" to him.
He thought that she was enough to soothe his faltering, sensitive nerves... but then she said, "I like her very much."
The four simple words, spoken in a light tone, were like a spark that landed on his still-unsettled heart, reigniting something within him.
Fortunately, she hung up the phone first, thoughtfully giving him enough space.
Gradually, his heartbeat calmed down.
The awkwardness remained, but strangely, he sensed another, stronger emotion beginning to take hold—a thrill of being completely accepted, even appreciated, by his lover.
She said she liked it.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before turning on his phone again.
The lock screen displays a profile picture he took of her while she was reading.
Looking at the beautiful eyebrows and eyes in the photo, Tezuka's tightly clenched lips finally couldn't help but curve into an incredibly soft smile.
I love her, so I have an uncontrollable desire for her.
From the moment he first realized his body would change because of Melodia, he was ready to belong entirely to her. He knew Melodia was the same.
Therefore, even the most private moments are not something I can't show her.
As long as she likes it.
——
The following afternoon, during a break in training, Tezuka saw a message on his phone from her, one of which was a video.
He sat on the rest chair with a towel over his head, sweat dripping from his hair, his chest heaving from the intense training. But before he could catch his breath, he turned on the video with a hint of urgency.
In the video, she is hunched over the familiar living room desk, spreading out her papers as usual, beginning her evening study session. The background noise is quiet, with only the scratching of her pen on paper and occasional unconscious whispers of medical terms or sentences she doesn't understand. Apart from that, there is nothing else in the video.
Ten minutes later, the video ended.
Kobel walked over and saw him wearing headphones and looking at his phone. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "When did you start staring at your phone like that?"
Having regained his strength, Tezuka calmly put away his phone, took off his towel, and silently got up to prepare for the next round of training.
"Was that Melodia? I should have recorded your expression just now and shown it to her." Kerber mocked, then changed the subject before he could retort, "I've arranged for you to practice with other players tomorrow, so get into good shape. I even made a bet with their coach!"
Tezuka nodded, indicating that he had heard.
Watching his retreating figure without turning his head, Kerber noticed that his condition seemed much more stable than yesterday, and she thoughtfully touched her phone in her pocket.
Then, a day later, Hezou also received a video from Kerber.
In the video, Tezuka appears to be playing a practice match.
She said "it seems" because the video was filmed from a hidden angle, and the other party knew exactly what she wanted to see. The camera was only focused on Guoguang, and the other half of the field was not shown in the frame at all.
"So? Isn't your boyfriend pretty handsome?" Kerber's smug voice rang out from off-screen, clearly directed at Kanade, who was watching the video. After she said that, the camera suddenly shook nervously, the screen obscured—she must have stuffed it into her pocket. Then, Kerber's embarrassed voice rang out: "Hey, that backhand was really good! Keep it up."
"Ah, Guoguang has spotted us."
Upon seeing this, Hezou chuckled softly.
Just when she thought the video was over, Tezuka reappeared in the frame, frowning as he looked directly at the camera: "Kerber—"
I'll send it to Melodia!
As a result, the expression in the eyes looking at the camera in the video visibly softened.
The video feed shook again, and at the same time, Kerber's exaggerated voice rang out: "Wow! Can you guys please not have a virtual date on my phone?!"
The scene abruptly ended, and Kazusa was stunned for a moment.
Then, on the darkened screen, a pair of eyes appeared, as gentle as Tezuka's from before.
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