Chapter 76 Wanting to Do Something Very Bad "Say it again."...
Risa froze instantly.
The person froze in place, in an extremely comical pose:
He lay on his back, holding his phone high, his shirt hem rolled up, revealing his fair waistline.
She mechanically turned her head, and her vision suddenly reversed.
What came into view was Yukimura's long, slender legs. He leaned against the doorframe with a languid air.
Looking up from below, backlit, his jawline was clearly defined, a perfect profile. His phone screen glowed faintly, likely showing their recent chat.
Risa felt all the blood rush to her cheeks.
"Oh dear, it seems my news..." Yukimura's voice descended from above, tinged with amusement, "So gratifying?"
The door slammed shut behind him.
His tall figure approached her step by step.
Or perhaps—
"Risa has actually been waiting for my reply?"
Risa snapped out of her daze and sprang up as if she'd been electrocuted.
"You...when did you...?"
"When exactly did it start?" Yukimura crouched down to look her in the eye.
Risa's breath caught in her throat at the sudden eye contact. She clearly saw her reflection in his pupils—disheveled hair, flushed face, like a young girl in the throes of first love.
"You, you were peeping at girls... How rude of you!"
Yukimura: "?"
He was furious.
“Risa, have you forgotten?” he chuckled. “This is my room.”
"......?"
She looked around and saw simple yet luxurious wooden furniture, custom-made storage cabinets and shelves, and a spacious, minimalist interior—it was exactly the same as what she had seen in the comics.
So? She was just in the other person's room, so excited she was rolling around on the floor?
Oh God, let her dig a hole in the ground and disappear into it.
Her body was warmed by the scalding blood, her ear tips turned so red they were almost dripping blood, and even her neck was tinged with a thin layer of red.
"Wait, wait! It's not what you think, that was just now..."
She hurriedly straightened her clothes, wanting to get up and explain, but because she had been in one position for a long time, her legs were numb and she couldn't exert any strength.
Yukimura lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering on her neck for a moment.
Risa caught a fleeting glimpse of darkness in his eyes and froze instantly. She watched helplessly as he raised his hand, his long, slender fingers moving closer to her.
"Why are you hiding?" he asked gently, his fingertips brushing against the back of her neck, slowly combing through her hair. "Haven't you already accepted me?"
Risa was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She grabbed a cushion and held it in front of her face, revealing only her teary eyes. "Because...because of Yukimura-kun..." Her voice trailed off, "...He's too cunning..."
Yukimura was taken aback.
Polite language?
Are you so nervous that you're using honorifics again?
The contrast between the girl he likes and his personality is just too adorable.
"Is that bad?" He took the cushion from her hands, a smile playing on his lips. "Then what happens next..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was swept up in a hug.
"wait--"
Risa gasped in protest, but the smile that bloomed on his lips as he lowered his gaze silenced her.
This person actually used a honey trap!
The sofa sank slightly under their weight. She kept her head down, not daring to look at him, her fingers unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes.
"Don't be afraid." Yukimura knelt on one knee and lifted her numb calf with his palm.
The thin callus glides across the skin, gently massaging along the meridians.
"Are your legs still numb?"
He asked casually, as if he was simply concerned about her.
"No, it's not numb anymore..." She bit her lip, her toes curling up inside her slippers.
“You’re lying.” He deliberately rolled his thumb across the back of her knee, and when he looked up, he caught her trembling eyelashes. “You were barely able to stand just now.”
"..." Risa turned her face away, her neck flushed a faint pink.
This person clearly knows everything, yet chooses to act this way. Observing her meticulously, then effortlessly exposing her true intentions.
The warmth seeped through her skin, sending tiny electric currents through her with every tug. Risa was already ticklish, so she bit her lower lip tightly, afraid of letting out any strange sounds.
The hem of his skirt swayed with his movements, making a rustling sound that seemed particularly ambiguous in the quiet room.
"...Relax."
A deep voice came from below.
Risa lowered her gaze, meeting those deep, dark eyes—profound and unfathomable, brimming with some indescribable emotion.
She instinctively tried to close her legs, but he calmly pressed her knees down.
"I...I..." Risa's eyes reddened with embarrassment, her voice trembling with a hint of grievance, "How can you expect me to..."
Before he could finish speaking, the warmth in his palm suddenly vanished.
A silent, ambiguous stillness.
"...Yukimura?"
Her voice was soft and low, sounding somewhat pitiful.
He straightened up, supporting himself above her, his hot breath turning into a soft sigh: "Why are you so afraid... I haven't even done anything yet."
He was too close.
Nose tips touching, oxygen was scarce.
All the senses were filled with his breath.
Bang, bang, bang!
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my throat.
My cheeks were burning hot, and my throat was so dry that I couldn't speak.
Risa lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, concealing the panic in her eyes.
"If you stay this nervous..."
A deliberately lowered voice, accompanied by warm breath, lingered ambiguously in my ear.
"I might actually want to do something really 'bad'."
Risa involuntarily shrank back, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Oh......"
A low chuckle escaped his throat, carrying the satisfied satisfaction of a successful prank.
Risa stared at him blankly, the embarrassment and anger still lingering in her eyes, like a small animal that had been badly bullied. She clenched her fist and punched his chest, a hint of gritted teeth in her voice.
"You're...so mean!"
"...Absolutely outrageous!"
The bluffing fist was easily neutralized by him.
"It's my fault," he said softly, but his eyes were filled with a ripple of pleasure, showing no trace of apology.
Can I collect today's interest?
Risa swallowed unconsciously, and he noticed the subtle tremor in her throat.
"Wh-what kind of..."
Before he finished speaking, the sofa beside him sank slightly.
He leaned in, and the moment their foreheads touched, his warm breath brushed against her lips: "For example..." The last syllable disappeared between them, carrying a seductive gentleness, "...call your name."
This is hardly interest.
Besides, hasn't he already called me many times today?
As soon as Risa nodded, she heard him hold her name between his lips, savoring it like a dessert.
"Pear, gauze."
He pronounced those two words like stretchy cheese, lingering and swirling on his tongue before slowly uttering them. Even though I'd heard him say them many times before, this time it felt like an electric current coursing through my entire body.
"Waaah...you did it on purpose." She nestled shyly into his arms.
What's wrong with this person? How can they pronounce a simple name in such a... lewd way?
Yukimura looked at the fluffy head in his arms, his eyes darkening.
—She couldn't stand being called by name just like that?
The boy's obsessive desire for control was greatly satisfied at this moment, and even the curve of his lips was full of satisfaction.
The girl's heartbeat in his arms was like the fluttering wings of a trapped bird.
Hasty, chaotic, one stroke after another.
His palm gently stroked her slender back, lingering on her shoulder blades. The rising heat transmitted through her clothes, spreading silently, and even his fingertips began to burn.
Really...
Too cute.
Yukimura hadn't expected that after he tore down that high wall, her indulgence of him would have reached this level—
She threw herself into his arms without any warning.
She said she hated it, her voice trembling, but she couldn't bear to push him away.
She blushed with embarrassment and anger, but still obediently let him do as he pleased.
This complete trust stirred his heart more than any straightforward confession.
Yukimura tightened his arms, pulling her even closer into his embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her head and took a deep breath.
If she's this obedient, he'll just want to bully her even more.
"...Where are your sister and mother?" she suddenly asked, her voice muffled inside his shirt.
"They've already left."
His fingers casually twirled a strand of her hair as Yukimura lowered his head and stroked her ear: "Right now, the whole house... is just us."
As soon as the last word was spoken, the person in my arms trembled.
He chuckled softly, released her, and cupped her cheeks in his hands.
When their eyes met, Risa panicked and tried to dodge, but he gently held her in place with his thumb and forefinger.
"For thirty-three whole days, I longed to see you and hear your voice every single day." He stroked her lower lip with his fingertips, his voice deepening, "Finally, my wish has come true."
Risa stared at him blankly, a wave of bittersweetness rising in her chest. During their time apart, her longing for him had also been building.
“So…” Yukimura suddenly tightened his grip, pulling her onto his lap. His voice was husky with restraint: “You have to make it up to me today.”
Beneath the commanding tone lies a doting vulnerability.
The arms wrapped around her waist were tightly clasped, not like the intimacy between lovers, but more like the grip of an insecure child. He was afraid that if he let go, she would slip away.
A fine, persistent pain rose in my chest.
Risa curled her fingers and wrapped them around the back of his neck.
"Then..." She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, "What kind of compensation does the Son of God desire?"
The boy froze.
"Do you know," he suddenly pulled her into his arms, his eyes darkening, "that every time you call me that, you're setting me on fire? Hmm?"
“I know,” she tilted her head. “I’ve known for a long time.”
The boy's breath hitched.
He suddenly tightened his arms, pressing her even closer to him, leaving no gap.
"Then why are you still so reckless?"
His voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.
His palms were burning hot, the heat seeping through her clothes and scorching her back. Risa felt it, but feigned innocence: "So what if I set you on fire? Isn't the Son of God most skilled at that..."
Before she could utter the word "endure," warm knuckles suddenly pressed against her lips.
His knuckles slowly turned, the back of his hand brushing against her lips before pressing against his own. His little finger lightly covered her lips, as if kissing her indirectly, or silently replicating her past teasing.
Risa's breathing suddenly became erratic. She realized that her actions at that time were so ambiguous, making her heart race.
“556 days…” His voice was low and hoarse, each word carrying a scorching heat, “During this period, you can do whatever you want.” His gaze shifted upwards, a dark glint in his eyes, “And when the deadline arrives…”
Risa flinched at the undisguised desire in his eyes, her fingertips clutching his collar: "...How about we talk about the interest you want today?" Her voice trailed off unconsciously, carrying a pleading tone.
Yukimura chuckled, the darkness in his eyes suddenly dissipating.
“You…” He flicked his finger across the tip of her nose.
His sighing tone was full of indulgence.
"Should we try changing how we address each other first?"
"Jing...Jing City..."
“No,” he shook his head, pressing his forehead against hers, whispering as their breaths mingled, “Think about it again—”
"What did you call me from the stands during the friendly match?"
A flashback: in April, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, she called out to him amidst the bustling crowd—
“...Oichi!”
When the title came out, Risa herself was stunned.
Before the last note could fade, it was suddenly enveloped by warmth.
Yukimura gripped the back of her head, stopping just inches away. His violet-blue eyes churned with a turbulent undercurrent, his voice hoarse and incoherent:
"Say it again."
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