Chapter 105 Oxygen Deprivation (Part 2) My Boyfriend is a Jealous Demon King...
"What are you looking at?"
Yukimura's voice reached her ears, and water droplets from her hair dripped down, sliding down her neckline and into her collar.
The chill made her shiver.
"Admissions information for Tokyo University of the Arts..." Risa subconsciously tried to close the laptop, but he pressed her hand down.
Yukimura tightened his arms, pulling her into his embrace. He rested his chin on her shoulder, glanced at the screen, and chuckled softly, "So serious?"
The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the shadows of the two people.
His tall, slender figure enveloped her, his warm chest pressed against her back, their intimacy bordering on excessive.
Risa's thoughts drifted back to three hours earlier.
"Huh? Your parents didn't know you were coming back today?" She reached out and took the gift bag he handed her.
"Yes, the original plan was next Monday."
He changed his ticket at the last minute and moved it earlier, but he hasn't had a chance to tell them yet.
Risa subconsciously tightened her grip on the paper bag handle. The platform announcement was broadcasting information about the next train, mixed with the noise of the crowd.
"Then...why don't you come to my place first? Then you can go back to Kanagawa on Sunday."
Looking back now, that sentence felt like a kind of invitation.
Due to the collaborative project between the two schools, Risa spent most of her time attending classes at Hyotei University, except during filming, so she decided to stay at her own home for the time being.
In early May, since Akina moved back to her dormitory, she has been the only one left in this apartment.
Risa's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, then began to beat rapidly again.
The plastic tube left tiny dents between my lips from biting it.
"What are you thinking about?" Yukimura took the milkshake from her hand and placed it on the table beside her.
"Time is a bit tight, we need to prepare the materials as soon as possible..."
He didn't reply, he just held her, his breath tickling her ear.
After a moment, his lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice low and almost seductive: "Do you need any help?"
Risa shrank back: "N-no need..."
"Is that so?" he chuckled.
It was like a test, a reminder, and a regret.
Risa paused, then turned to look at him.
Yukimura lowered his eyes to meet her gaze. His eyes were still gentle, but they held an emotion she couldn't decipher.
"...Are you unhappy?"
"How could that be?" He blinked innocently. "I just wanted to offer Risa some 'strategic cooperation'."
Risa choked, and after a long while, she managed to utter, "...So you're still bothered by Atobe-kun's matter after all."
Yukimura didn't deny it, tightening his arms around her, his minty breath brushing against her earlobe: "So, is there anything I can do for you?"
The air was so thick it was almost stagnant.
--bite!
A new email suddenly popped up on my computer:
[Sender: Keigo Atobe]
[Subject: Supplemental Information Regarding the LUMIERA Investment Agreement]
Risa: "......"
Yukimura: "..."
The air fell silent for two seconds.
Just as she was about to reach out and open it, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Yukimura's fingers slipped between hers, their fingers intertwined, and with his other hand he pinched her chin and kissed her directly.
The coolness of mint mixed with the sweetness of milkshake is so strong that it's irresistible.
Breath was stolen, fiercely and without mercy.
In the instant her brain was deprived of oxygen, her body felt light, and she was lifted up horizontally and sank into the sofa.
His kisses moved from the corner of his lips to the side of his neck, biting with a punitive intent, much fiercer than usual.
"Has he been here before?" The voice was slightly hoarse and filled with panting.
"who......?"
"You know who I'm talking about."
His strength suddenly increased.
Risa gave a soft hum, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings wet with rain.
He stopped to look at her, his purple eyes half-closed, deep and dark, surging with emotions she knew all too well.
“No.” Risa cupped his face, her fingertips tracing his tense jawline: “You are the first.”
Meeting his gaze, she leaned in and bit his lip and chin.
It's more like grinding than biting.
Following the lines of the neck, past the Adam's apple, down the collarbone, winding all the way down.
A muffled groan came from above her head. Yukimura grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her away, his eyes darkening further.
Risa was forced to look up, meeting his gaze.
My gaze drifted down to the bulge on his neck, watching it slowly slide up and down, as if silently swallowing some burning desire.
"Is that enough?" She lifted her eyelids to look at him.
Yukimura lowered his eyes and stared at her for two seconds: "It seems I've been too lenient with you."
A sense of danger was palpable.
Risa immediately chickened out: "I... I should go take a shower..."
She shrank back like a startled rabbit, her bare toes frantically stepping across the carpet as she fled towards the bathroom.
The moment the door lock clicked shut, she heard a soft laugh from outside.
Risa leaned against the cold door and unconsciously touched her lips with her fingertips.
That was close...
When the bathroom door opened again, Yukimura had dried his hair and was lounging on the sofa scrolling through his phone. Hearing the sound, he looked up, his pupils dilating slightly.
Risa was wearing a vintage French court-style nightgown, the hem of which reached her ankles. Except for a small patch of porcelain-white skin peeking out from the square neckline, she was completely covered up.
Yukimura sized her up, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Is this... for protection against thieves?"
"Am I disappointing you? Not one of those sexy silk slip dresses?" Risa twirled around, her skirt and waist-length hair blooming like flower buds.
"How could that be?"
He put down his phone, got up, and came to her.
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his embrace.
"Risa like this is quite charming too." His warm breath fell on her neck, his voice incredibly gentle.
Risa's heart started racing.
“Last year at Akaya’s house…” He twirled a strand of her hair with his fingertips, “Risa was wearing this dress too, right?”
"Which time?" she asked.
Yukimura chuckled softly, his nose lightly brushing against her temple: "Like a hungover old man, relieving his headache with frozen udon the other time."
Risa: "......"
Memories of social death suddenly overwhelmed her.
"At that time, I felt that Risa was really a very good older sister."
"How did you figure that out?" she muttered softly.
"I won't wear revealing clothes in front of my younger brother."
"It's a matter of self-awareness for adults, after all, they're living under the same roof as teenagers."
"Mmm." Yukimura hugged her even tighter. "I really like Risa, who is so considerate and thoughtful."
"......"
The two chatted and embraced in the corridor for about five minutes without separating.
Risa remained in that position, and her neck started to ache. But remembering how she had flirted with him before, and unsure of his thoughts, she didn't dare to move.
After a long time, the hugging monster finally let go of her.
"Shall we sleep together tonight?"
Yukimura's voice was low, with a lazy laugh.
Risa instinctively gripped her sleeve, then looked up at him: "...Are you serious?"
What do you think?
Risa felt a little flustered by his gaze.
"Isn't this... not a good idea?" she muttered softly, her eyes darting around, avoiding his gaze.
"What's wrong with it?"
Risa's ears turned bright red: "It's...it's just..."
"I just wanted to hold you while I slept," Yukimura interrupted her stammering, his tone frank.
Risa was stunned, blinking as she stared at him.
Could it be that what he meant by "sleep together" was a verb?
Seeing her reaction, Yukimura couldn't help but chuckle and reached out to ruffle her hair: "What are you thinking about that you shouldn't be thinking about now? Hmm?" His voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a hint of teasing.
"..." Risa glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed. "Who told you to always talk so ambiguously!"
Yukimura chuckled softly, his fingertip gently brushing the bridge of her nose. "Don't worry, I won't cross the line." He paused, his gaze tender yet meaningful, "...at least not tonight."
Risa's heart skipped a beat, and she stammered, "Who...who's worried about that!"
"Then..." He leaned down slightly, a mischievous smile playing on his purple eyes, "Want to sleep together?"
Risa bit her lip, then finally nodded, her face flushed: "...It's just...it's just sleeping."
"Mmm." He took her hand, their fingers intertwined. "We'll just sleep."
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The next morning.
When Risa woke up groggily, the person next to her was already empty.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and a slender silhouette was vaguely reflected on the frosted glass.
Her dark eyes darted around mischievously for a moment, then she suddenly hatched a wicked plan.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
When Yukimura came out drying his hair, Risa was lying on the bed, swinging her legs, her nightgown rolled up above her knees.
She was looking down at her phone, and the neckline of her square-necked nightgown opened slightly as she leaned forward, revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin that sparked the imagination.
Yukimura paused, clenching the towel tightly in his palm.
...That cold shower I just took was for nothing.
Hearing the door open, Risa casually looked up—
The next second, her breath suddenly froze.
The boy stood at the bathroom door, wearing only a white towel around his waist. Water droplets rolled down his hair, along his firm chest, and finally disappeared into the edge of the towel.
His half-wet blue hair was messily curled up, making him look dangerous and sexy.
Risa gripped her phone tightly, feeling her blood boil.
—He died before achieving his goal.
She intended to disguise herself as a fairy to seduce the scholar, but ended up being completely bewitched by him.
But she is a former triple award-winning actress, how can she admit defeat at this time?
"Good morning, A-Shi~" She tilted her head, giving a smile reminiscent of Inez from "Midnight in Paris"—that captivating, innocent yet alluring expression.
That soft "Oichi," coupled with that lazy yet alluring smile, immediately darkened the eyes of the hot-blooded young man.
Yukimura narrowed his eyes and walked to the bedside:
"woke up?"
He leaned against her with one hand, and the fresh scent of her after-shower wafted over him.
Risa swallowed hard, trying to remain calm: "Um, did you sleep well last night?"
He looked down at her, his voice low and husky: "...What do you think?"
Risa tilted her head back, her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttering slightly.
I think...
She tossed her phone aside, sat up, and wrapped her soft hand around his lean waist. She pressed her cheek against him affectionately, nuzzling him gently like a spoiled kitten, before looking up at him.
A pair of dark eyes, watery and clear, innocent, but the mischievous smile on her lips and her sweet voice betrayed her ill intentions: "You seem... not to have slept very well?"
Yukimura's breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbing silently. He lowered his eyes, lifted her chin slightly, and said in a low voice, "...Stop fooling around."
"I wasn't making a fuss~" she chuckled, her fingertips subtly sliding along the edge. "It's clearly your own lack of self-control... um—"
Before he could finish speaking, the world spun around him.
He grabbed her wrist, pinning her down... making her unable to move.
Deep within her purple eyes, a silent undercurrent surged, and her voice was hoarse enough to send chills down one's spine: "...Risa, you chose this yourself."
She froze, gazing into his eyes, which were no longer gentle.
The once polite and aloof young man who smiled and called her "Matsuno-kun" has now shed all his gentleness and forcefully seizes every breath she takes.
"Ugh... Oichi..." she protested softly between breaths, "The towel... is going to fall off..."
During the struggle, the phone was kicked off the bed with a dull thud.
Yukimura suddenly stopped what he was doing, propped himself up and stared at her, his breathing erratic.
A drop of water slowly slid down the loose edge of the bath towel, along his taut V-line.
Risa's gaze followed the drop of water uncontrollably, watching it meander and disappear into the deep folds of the bath towel.
“Focus, my Miss Movie Star.” He gripped her chin with his thumb and forcibly made her look up at him. “If you want to play a bewitching enchantress, you should be dedicated… to the very end.”
Risa's pupils dilated slightly, reflecting his unfathomable, ever-approaching eyes.
Skin to skin.
The air grew thinner, and the heat clung to the skin, making it feel suffocating.
Something is out of control.
The subtle dampness gradually made her lose herself.
His fingertips had thin calluses on one side, which felt slightly rough against her delicate skin, making her tremble involuntarily.
This feeling was unfamiliar, making her feel shy and instinctively wanting to hide or move closer.
"don't want......"
She whimpered and begged for mercy, her eyelashes fogged up with unease.
If you go any higher, he will find you.
It's so embarrassing that a kiss turned out like this.
"Don't be afraid, I won't do anything that you'll hate." His gaze was gentle, like spring water soothing her.
His kisses landed lightly on her lips, cheeks, and ears, his warm breath mingling with whispers in her ear. He soothed her gently, telling her not to be afraid, that she would like it... Every word was like a tender incantation, carrying a certain reassuring magic.
The delicate kisses traveled downwards.
The palm slowly moves upward.
My fingertips brushed against the slightly damp fabric, pausing briefly before the warmth seeped into my skin.
She instinctively curled up, burying her burning face deep into his chest. Her eyelashes trembled, and shyness spread from the tips of her ears down, gradually tinging her skin with a pale pink like cherry blossoms.
"Risa is so cute... I like you..."
His low, husky voice whispered in her ear, sounding both comforting and intimate.
"...My favorite."
I want to see every aspect of you...
"Just let me see it, okay?"
She remained silent, as if silently condoning it.
A warm touch, as soft as a feather, brushed past her, exploring almost imperceptibly. She didn't know where it touched, but a soft moan escaped her lips.
He seemed to have discovered her secret, gradually learning about all her sensitivities.
His fingertips lingered, seemingly close yet distant, causing her breathing to gradually become erratic, her lips slightly parted, trembling uncontrollably.
Her consciousness gradually faded, and she unconsciously moved closer to him.
Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, grinding repeatedly, patiently drawing circles, stirring up layers of hidden ripples.
A strange yet surging excitement slowly builds up, like ripples spreading across a lake, expanding in concentric circles, quietly permeating every inch of perception from the inside out.
All senses were magnified infinitely, an inescapable struggle. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, moistening them with a thin red tinge.
As if floating on clouds, trying to grab onto a point of attachment, her fingertips dug deep into the muscles of his back, leaving red marks.
...It's out of control.
When the delayed gratification arrives in an instant, all that remains in my mind is a dazzling white.
My brain was stunned by this sudden, intense sensation, and I couldn't recover for a long time. After a while, my vision slowly focused, and the scene before me became clear.
Risa looked up and met those gentle, smiling eyes, and her body instantly froze.
"I'm not lying to you, it feels great, doesn't it?"
His voice was warm and soothing, with a hint of amusement, as if he were simply talking about the pleasant morning breeze.
The shame and regret that surged up after the pleasure gradually subsided in his magnetic, spring-like voice.
"You're so mean..." she said, lightly punching his chest in embarrassment and annoyance, accidentally touching a certain spot as she bent her knee.
A low, hoarse groan reached my ears.
It was spilled from his throat.
The sound was a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"......"
Even through the bath towel, the distinct touch and reaction made her instantly understand something, and her gaze subconsciously drifted downwards.
Yukimura suddenly pulled up the thin blanket, lightly covering them both. His slightly hoarse voice carried a hint of languor: "What are you looking at, Risa?"
He realized what she was thinking, and this realization sent a rush of blood to his face.
"Do you...do you need my help...?"
Yukimura's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he lowered his gaze to look at her: "...How can I help?"
Risa pursed her lips and said in a soft voice, "I... have extensive theoretical knowledge."
Yukimura looked at her face, which was flushed even at the neck, and suddenly chuckled softly.
"That's enough for now." He gently kissed her forehead, his voice low and restrained, "...I'll settle the score with you after graduation."
He sat up, lifted the thin blanket, and got out of bed with his back to her.
"Where...are you going?" Risa asked softly.
"......bath."
"Didn't you just take a shower?"
"Yes, thanks to a certain little vixen." Yukimura glanced at her sideways, a half-smile on his face.
"......"
The bathroom door closed quietly.
The sound of water was soft and gentle, like a sudden storm.
Risa stared at the frosted glass, stunned for a few seconds, then realized something. She grabbed a pillow, buried her flushed face in it, and screamed silently.
Fool.
You didn't have to endure it.
I'd rather take a cold shower than let a promise be prematurely broken even by a second.
This is the kind of Yukimura Seiichi that truly captivates.
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