Chapter 109 Rewards and Punishments Sister, Teach Me
This is probably the most difficult role Risa has ever taken on.
Without a script, the actors in the scenes were better at improvising than any Oscar winner.
"W-What topic?"
Risa tried to play dumb and get away with it, but Yukimura clearly wasn't going to give her that chance. He lifted her chin with his fingertips, smiling like a flower, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"Of course it's...that guy who's always...bothering...you..."
"Model Partner..."
"Who is it?"
This jealous person will definitely be held accountable later!
Risa shrank her neck: "She's just an ordinary colleague from 'VIVI' magazine. She didn't bother me. Akaya misunderstood."
"You're lying." His hand gripped her waist dangerously. "When Risa lies, her voice becomes such a cute tone."
"Okay, he expressed his feelings, but I clearly rejected him, that's it."
"Okay, I understand."
"?"
Risa looked up, puzzled: "What do you know...?"
Before she could finish speaking, he cut her off.
Unlike his aggressive kiss in the restaurant, this kiss was more like an ace he hit – first a gentle, seductive touch, a fleeting caress, then a sudden, intense attack the moment she lowered her guard, slaying her in one fell swoop.
Risa's thoughts were completely shattered, her legs were so weak she could barely stand, and she could only futilely grab his clothes.
“Now,” he said, his breathing heavy, “we can move on to the next topic.”
“It really was just him…” Risa leaned against his chest, feeling dizzy, her chest heaving. “I rejected him! Really!”
“Yes, I believe Risa.” He gently kissed her flushed cheek. “But—”
The world suddenly turned upside down. Risa gasped as she was lifted up and sank into the soft sofa.
Yukimura looked down at her from his high vantage point. His silhouette was bathed in a halo of light against the backlight, and his hair fell down, creating a hazy play of light and shadow in front of her.
"The last issue of the magazine..." He placed his palm on her waist, his fingertips tightening dangerously, "Was it here?"
"It was just... just a slight touch..."
"Is that so?" Yukimura leaned down and kissed her sensitive earlobe. "Then... what about here?"
"Ah..." Risa shuddered, curling up as if struck by lightning. "N-Of course not..."
"Here?" His lips traced the line of her neck, stopping at the hollow of her collarbone, and gave her a light, gentle suck.
"Even more impossible... Ugh!"
A seductive chuckle reached her ear, his breath hot. She opened her eyes groggily, and Yukimura's handsome face loomed large before her, his soft lips sealing her breath once more.
It was much fiercer than before, driven by an indescribable possessiveness, and charged straight in, as if it wanted to devour her whole.
A tingling electric current coursed through her limbs, her blood was boiling, and a strange pleasure rose from her spine, causing her to arch her back involuntarily, her fingertips clutching his clothes to pieces.
A warm yet unfamiliar throbbing was spreading uncontrollably deep within her body, like melting snow in early spring, seeping gently and almost completely overwhelming her reason.
When the two finally separated, the girl's lips were bright red and slightly swollen, and her chest was heaving violently, like a drowning person regaining oxygen.
“This is punishment.” He stroked the vibrant color.
“I clearly said it has nothing to do with me…” Risa glared at him aggrievedly, her tearful eyes having no intimidating power whatsoever.
"I know."
He smiled and kissed the corner of her reddened eye.
"So... this is a reward."
Risa: "......"
—That hypocritical liar!
They're clearly taking advantage of her in all sorts of clever and underhanded ways!
Just as Yukimura bowed his head again, preparing to extend this "reward" indefinitely—
"Gurgle gurgle—"
A very untimely, loud sound came from Risa's stomach.
All the beauty and tension in the air were instantly shattered by this hungry protest.
Yukimura paused, his forehead pressed against her shoulder, a suppressed vibration coming from his chest.
Risa's face turned bright red, and she wished she could disappear into the ground: "It's all your fault! You were so busy at the restaurant... that you didn't eat properly!"
"Yes, it was my fault." Yukimura readily admitted his mistake, making no attempt to hide the smile in his eyes.
He propped himself up and pulled her up with him: "Let's replenish your energy first, you 'victim.' What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it, or we can order takeout."
Risa blinked: "Didn't you bring me some local specialties?"
"A super-exciting local specialty." She enunciated each word carefully, like a kitten calculating its snacks.
"For example, if a certain bunny is so cute, does that mean you absolutely have to bite off its head?"
Yukimura chuckled and flicked her forehead lightly with his finger: "So this is where you were waiting for me. You wouldn't have deliberately kept your belly half-full, just waiting for this moment, would you?"
He recalled that when it was confirmed at the end of February that he would be going to the clay court in Chengdu for specialized training, Risa didn't seem to miss him much. Instead, she brought him a PowerPoint presentation with more than ten pages of food guides.
All day long, she would nag him about how delicious the rabbit head was and how tempting the hot pot was.
If she hadn't already been booked by the magazine for a spring cover shoot and hadn't had an important deadline for limited-edition merchandise, Yukimura had no doubt that she would have immediately stuffed her camera into her bag and flown over with him under the guise of being his "assistant."
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Risa finished the last rabbit head with great satisfaction, her lips burning red from the spiciness, her face beaming with contentment.
She took off her disposable gloves, her fingertips glistening with oil. Yukimura handed her a wet wipe, watching her carefully clean her fingers.
"Are you full?" he asked softly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"Yes! I'm alive again." Risa nodded vigorously and stretched without any warning.
“Very good,” Yukimura’s smile deepened, “Then… it’s my turn next.”
Risa froze as she stretched, meeting his eyes that seemed to suck away her soul. Memories of being "punished" earlier surged back, sending a tingling, electric sensation through her fingertips and scalp.
"Wait, wait a minute!" She jumped up, taking two steps back tactically. "I just ate something spicy... I smell terrible. I... I'll go take a shower first!"
After she finished speaking, she rushed into the bedroom without waiting for Yukimura's response.
Yukimura looked at the half-open bedroom door and heard the sound of running water coming from inside. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
He stood up and slowly tidied up the mess on the coffee table.
......
Half an hour later, the sound of water stopped.
Then the sound of a hairdryer "buzzing" started again.
After a while, the bathroom door was pushed open a crack.
Risa peeked out like a thief, but the bedroom was empty. She breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a strange sense of loss.
When you take a bath, the moisture in your body evaporates through your skin.
My mouth is dry and I want something cold to drink.
She tiptoed out of the room, her moon-colored silk nightgown a clever touch—thin straps, a deep V-neck, and a length that barely covered her thighs, making her fair and rosy skin even more alluring after her bath.
Risa planned to grab a bottle of water and head back to her room. Passing through the living room, she suddenly froze at the kitchen entrance.
It seems she's not the only one with a dry mouth.
Yukimura stood next to the refrigerator. He seemed to have just taken a shower; his hair was still damp, and his gray loungewear softened his usual sharp edge.
He held a bottle of ice water in his hand, drinking it slowly and deliberately, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.
Hearing the noise, Yukimura turned around. The moment he saw her, his pupils contracted slightly, and he was momentarily stunned.
From the tips of his hair to his toes, his gaze carried a burning, tangible intensity, meticulously surveying every inch of exposed skin.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was low and hoarse: "All done washing?"
Risa saw his reaction and felt her little desire for revenge greatly satisfied.
A smile played on her lips as she softened her voice, "Mmm... I'm all washed." With that, she walked closer to him step by step.
She took a step closer, and his grip on the water bottle tightened. Until their breaths were audible, the air filled with the scent of their matching shower gel, and a hint of his own clean, refreshing fragrance.
She looked up, a charming smile spreading across her face, her pink fingertips touching his hand that held the bottle.
Yukimura didn't move, but just looked down at her with a dark expression.
Risa took the bottle of ice water from his hand. In front of him, she tilted her head slightly, her red lips pressing against the bottle's rim where he had just touched. She took small sips, her slender neck creating an alluring curve.
"Ah..." she sighed contentedly, handing him the half-empty water bottle, her eyelashes fluttering, her voice soft and sweet:
"Are you still thirsty, Oichi?"
This sentence was like a spark that ignited a fuse.
Risa felt a sudden tightening around her waist as she was lifted up by a force and placed on the wide island platform.
The cool marble countertop sent a shiver through her skin, and she instinctively reached back to brace herself. Suddenly, his body loomed close, trapping her completely in his shadow, a mixture of heat and cold washing over her.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, his high nose bridge rubbing intimately against hers, their hot breaths mingling, his voice hoarse.
“…This isn’t what I want to drink.” Yukimura took the bottle from her hand and casually placed it aside.
Risa's eyelashes fluttered as she lifted her head, meeting his deep purple eyes. Restraint and composure vanished, leaving only a surging, unfathomable undercurrent.
"What does Aichi want?" she asked, her voice slightly breathless, with a hint of provocation.
She didn't receive an answer, but instead received a sudden kiss from him.
He first gently kissed the tip of her nose, then kissed her flushed cheeks, slowly and deliberately, with a hunting-like patience and playfulness.
"New pajamas?" He pressed against her skin.
"...Hmm." Risa gave a soft hum, acknowledging it. "Do you like it?"
He showed her the answer with his actions, his passionate kiss lingering downwards.
The hand that was clasped around his waist slowly moved upwards, and the smooth, delicate skin made him freeze for a moment—this dress was a completely backless design.
"Weared especially for me?" he asked.
Risa's breathing became slightly erratic, and she turned her head away with a soft hum: "...Guess?"
Her senses were being gradually eroded by him, and she was almost unable to hold onto her last line of defense.
He chuckled softly, his chest heaving slightly. He raised his eyes, his deep gaze locking onto her moist eyes: "Does this mean... we can go all the way tonight?"
Risa clung tightly to the back of his neck, her trembling voice whispering in his ear: "Ichi~ A smart man... never asks too many questions."
The delicate straps hung halfway over her snow-white shoulders.
The sun is about to set, but before it falls, spring light is pouring out.
Yukimura's eyes darkened further. "But a greedy man wants every answer he hears to be 'yes'."
The words had barely left his lips when the kiss followed.
Their lips intertwined, their breaths rapid and disordered. The hand on their shoulder blades tightened, their knuckles turning pale, yet they spurred on their last shred of patience, pulling the reins back from the brink of losing control.
“Risa,” he called to her in a low breath.
"Hmm?" she answered groggily.
Yukimura suppressed his longing and distanced himself.
"Can I call you something else?" He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her fingertips one kiss after another.
"...What do you want to call me?" Risa's heart beat even faster at this sudden sense of ritual.
“Two words,” he said.
Seeing his unusually serious expression, Risa raised the corner of her mouth: "You don't mean to call me 'baby,' do you?"
“How could that be?” He chuckled, his kisses lingering from her fingertips to the back of her hand. “Risa is the most special and unique person; it can’t be just an ordinary name for her.”
Risa's pupils dilated slightly, a ridiculous premonition rushing to her head: "Wait... don't tell me you want to call me 'old'..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was fixed in his gaze, which he suddenly raised.
Beneath her long, slender eyelashes, her violet eyes shimmered with a clear, innocent light, like a lost fawn in the forest, gazing at her with pure and dependent affection.
"--elder sister?"
Risa's breath hitched.
His voice was low and soft, with a lingering, drawn-out tone, like a feather gently scratching at the most sensitive part of her heart.
Blood rushed to his head with a "boom," his cheeks and ears instantly burned, and even his toes curled up in shame.
The last line of defense has fallen.
“Sister…” He pressed his advantage, cupping her burning face in his palm and rubbing it with his thumb. “Sister, your face is so hot.”
(I'm going to die!)
Faced with these "older sisters" whose calls were so outrageous, my brain completely shut down.
Risa's eyelashes trembled as she tried to escape his burning gaze, but he held her face firmly, leaving her nowhere to run.
Possessiveness and devotion, two extreme emotions, surged in his eyes, weaving together into an impenetrable net that firmly captured her.
"...Sister, can you teach me about adult relationships?"
The words she once used to tease him now sounded like a spell, each syllable striking her eardrums with crystal clarity.
A mix of shame and an indescribable fluttering sensation caused her toes to curl even tighter, her arches tensing.
Her throat was dry and parched, and she swallowed unconsciously, burying her burning face in the crook of his neck to avoid his gaze.
"...Whatever you want to learn...I'll teach you...so...don't..."
Her muffled voice was soft and yielding, carrying a hint of surrender: "...Don't call me that anymore..."
If I call out again... I really won't be able to think of anything anymore.
She didn't say those words aloud, but her trembling body, as if she might collapse at any moment, had already revealed all her secrets.
Yukimura chuckled softly. He tightened his arms, pulling the completely surrendered, boneless "older sister" into his embrace, lingering on her blushing shoulders with kisses.
"Then..."
"How about we start with kissing?"
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