Chapter 78 Overbearing Possessiveness (Author's Note Bonus) I was really wrong...
The story of my boyfriend suddenly becoming a flammable and explosive dangerous item.
As Risa quickly scribbled the title in her mind, Yukimura took a deep breath and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
The warm breath made her shiver, and then she heard a muffled sound:
"...Don't laugh."
"I wasn't laughing!" she immediately retorted, but when she looked down and saw his bright red ear tips, the corners of her mouth turned up in a wild smile.
Even someone as perfect as Yukimura Seiichi has moments of embarrassment like this.
Yukimura closed his eyes, trying to calm his erratic breathing.
When she opened her eyes again, she had regained some composure, but her voice was still hoarse: "Promise me two things, and I'll let you go today."
"......you say."
"First, never agree to a request to pretend to be your girlfriend. Second, remember every word you said today, and don't go back on your word like you did last time."
"Yes, I promise you everything." Risa nodded, her eyes as innocent as an innocent fawn.
"So obedient?" Yukimura narrowed his eyes. "Are you plotting something?"
"Don't you like it?" She tilted her head, tapping her lips with her fingertip as if deep in thought. "Then how about this... I'll pretend to refuse you first, you use your 'good looks' to coax me, and then I'll 'reluctantly' agree to you?"
"Heh..." Yukimura chuckled softly, "Looks like someone's looking forward to being coaxed?"
Seeing the situation was turning sour, Risa immediately leaned back tactically: "Wait! I didn't say anything—"
“It’s too late.” He gripped her wrist, a half-smile on his face. “You wrote the script, so the actors have to cooperate to the end.”
"..." Risa blinked, forcibly changing the subject: "Um... do we really have to call him 'Ichi'? It feels like calling the neighbor's Samoyed..."
The air froze for one second.
"Rika." Yukimura smiled gently, as if a vast expanse of black lilies were blooming behind him. "What did you just say I looked like?"
"I was wrong!" she immediately backed down, trying to get away with it by being cute. "I meant! Samoyeds are so adorable, but you're a million times more handsome than a Samoyed—"
“In private…” he suddenly leaned closer, “you could try something more intimate, like…”
He whispered in her ear, like an electrified tide rushing into her ear canal, scalding out a string of names that made her legs weak.
"Yukimura Seiichi!" Risa blushed instantly from the tips of her ears to her collarbone, raising her fist in embarrassment and anger, and punched him. "You're so annoying!"
He easily enveloped her clenched fist in his palm and pulled her closer to his chest. "Didn't you just say you liked me the most?"
"It's definitely my favorite..." she pouted, "but it's also my least favorite."
"Oh? So, do you like it or dislike it?"
"Like and hate. Hate and like."
Yukimura chuckled.
After arguing for a while, the two finally agreed to call him "Yukimura" or "Seiichi" in public, but in private...
"What do you call me in private?" Yukimura asked, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers, a half-smile playing on his lips.
Risa was about to answer when her gaze inadvertently swept over the bed behind him—
The sheets were perfectly smooth without a single wrinkle, and the pillows were neatly placed at the head of the bed. Just like him, reserved and restrained, yet inexplicably making one want to... mess with them.
“...Risa?” Yukimura noticed her distraction.
"Ah! No, nothing!" She snapped back to reality, hurriedly looked away, but felt her cheeks burning.
Yukimura narrowed his eyes, his fingertips gently pinching her chin. "Is there... something wrong with my bed?"
"No, no."
“You lying child…” he leaned closer, “you will be punished.”
She held her breath, her eyelashes trembling frantically, her gaze unfocused, and finally, in despair, she closed her eyes: "I...I just..."
"Just what?" His voice suddenly softened, as if he were coaxing a secret.
"Tell me, what is Risa thinking?"
"...I was thinking about how you looked lying up there." Her voice trailed off, and the last few words were almost inaudible.
The air froze for two seconds.
When their eyes met, they stared at each other, both their ears turning red.
"......"
What I fear most is the sudden silence in the air.
"...So that's what you were thinking about." He finally spoke.
Risa realized he had misunderstood and quickly explained, "No, that's not what you mean."
"Oh?" Yukimura looked at her flustered appearance and curled his lips slightly. "Then do you want to see?"
"Really not...wait?"
Risa was taken aback.
"Is...is that alright?" she asked back. Her dark eyes shone brightly.
"..." Yukimura was speechless.
He could almost see the tangible little flowers sprouting from the girl's head. This whimsical guy was thinking things that were completely different from the eccentric thoughts that adults should have.
“Hmm,” he decided to play along, “what do you want me to do?”
Risa's eyes sparkled like a child who had received a new toy. She took Yukimura's hand and led him to the bed, excitedly directing, "Lie down."
Yukimura raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told.
"Yes, yes, that's it!"
After he lay down, he listened to his girlfriend continue giving orders.
"Relax your legs and bend them, spread your arms out in a straight line." She was as professional as a director. "Make your expression natural and relaxed."
Although Yukimura didn't understand, he still cooperated by striking a pose.
"Perfect!" Risa exclaimed. "Next, I'll say a sentence, and you repeat it after me~"
He nodded in agreement.
Risa: "We, Rikkai's three-time champions, have no sense of taste."
Yukimura: "We, Rikkai's three consecutive championships, have no sense of taste."
Risa: "Haha—my five senses have been stripped away!"
Yukimura: "..."
He seems to know what kind of perverse game his girlfriend is playing.
"Risa." Yukimura sat up, smiling at his girlfriend. "This scene... you saw it in that world's manga too?"
"Haha...you found out."
Risa smiled, but her legs honestly retreated.
"You even remember such detailed details, Risa-chan really pays attention to me." Yukimura slowly stood up, his smile widening. "Why don't you tell me all those 'inappropriate' scenes? Hmm?"
"Oh dear... what is Oichi saying? I don't understand."
Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, running away is the best.
Risa turned and ran, but before she could run even a meter, she was intercepted around the waist.
My back pressed against a warm chest, and in a dizzying moment, my body lifted off the ground.
“Oichi—”
"Don't do this, I was wrong."
"I was really wrong, sob sob sob~"
Risa flailed in his arms, her slippers falling to the floor.
They're all alone, one in the east and one in the west.
She was still lying on the soft bed, and before she could get up, a shadow fell over her.
"Why are you running away?" Yukimura braced himself on his arms beside her. "Isn't Risa curious about... those parts of the manga that are covered up by mosaics?"
Risa's heart was pounding like crazy.
A faint fragrance wafted from the bed, and his scent surrounded me from all sides.
"No, no, no, this isn't that kind of comic!" she stammered, her whole body burning with rage.
The moment her fingertips brushed against her waist, Risa sprang up like a fish out of water.
"Wait! Oichi!"
"I was wrong! I shouldn't have... Ugh!"
The last note abruptly changed tone, transforming into a series of crisp laughs.
"Hahaha, stop tickling me—!"
"You're only admitting defeat now?" Yukimura grabbed her flailing wrists and gently circled them on her sensitive waist. "Too late."
"Help! Hahahaha—"
"No... Hahaha... Please!"
Risa laughed until her whole body went limp, and tears welled up in her eyes.
At this moment, a line inexplicably popped into her mind:
"It's like eating chewing gum; you just can't stop."
The hem of his shirt had rolled up to his ribs from the struggle, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin. When Yukimura's fingertips accidentally brushed against it, both of them froze.
He quickly pulled the thin blanket next to him and wrapped it around her, leaving only her flushed face and a few strands of messy hair exposed.
"Oichi..." Risa blinked her wet eyes, looking utterly innocent as she was wrapped up like a silkworm. "It's hot..."
Yukimura stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing. Like melting snow in early spring, it instantly dispelled the previous ambiguous atmosphere.
His slender fingers loosened the corner of the blanket, and then gently tugged it.
"Whoa!" Risa, emerging from her cocoon like a butterfly, frantically fanned herself with her hands. "I'm saved..."
“…Idiot.” Yukimura sighed and reached out to scoop her up.
Risa thought she was finally leaving this place of trouble, but then her vision blurred and she felt dizzy. When she came to her senses, she was already in his arms, and they both fell onto the soft bed.
“At times like this…” his voice carried a hint of helpless indulgence, “T should have a little self-awareness.”
"But," she tilted her head back, her nose touching his chin, "it's really hot..."
"......"
They were talking at cross purposes, like chickens talking to ducks, or cows talking to horses.
......
The two embraced quietly until their breathing gradually calmed down.
Risa nestled in Yukimura's arms, strands of hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her gaze inadvertently drifted upwards, brushing past his disheveled collar.
Beneath the open neckline, the barely visible lines extended into the depths of the shadows.
My throat suddenly felt tight.
She looked away, but heard a soft laugh from above her.
"Where are you looking?"
Yukimura propped himself up, resting his face on one hand.
His long, slender fingers hooked around his collar, a sly glint in his eyes:
"Want to see it more clearly?"
"Don't......"
Risa hurriedly reached out to press his hand.
If this continues, she might commit some irreparable crime.
"Risa".
Yukimura called to her softly, "Can you do me a favor?"
"W-What kind of help?"
Risa looked up and gazed into those expectant purple eyes.
He took her hand and said, "Leave your mark here."
"It will hurt..."
Yukimura chuckled softly, guiding her hand to her neck. Beneath her warm skin, a pulse pounded fiercely, each beat a silent testament to her yearning.
"I'm greedier than I thought."
He murmured softly, guiding her fingers along her neckline, little by little, downwards.
"I not only want your mark, I want you to remember it forever."
Risa's breath lingered on her lips.
His eyes were deep, like a bottomless lake.
She drew closer, holding her breath. The soft, warm touch made his body tense instantly, his breath catching in his throat for a moment.
She awkwardly imitated his method, first gently sucking, then applying a little more pressure. A suppressed groan came from above her head.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, tilting her head back.
"Mmm," he responded softly, pulling her into his arms.
His chin rested on the top of her head, his voice slightly hoarse: "But now, this feeling is etched into my memory."
Risa pressed herself against the boy's chest, the sound of his strong heartbeat filling her ears.
"Hickeys are caused by excessive stress that ruptures subcutaneous capillaries, and they will disappear."
She explained the science to her boyfriend, circling his reddened collarbone.
Yukimura caught her mischievous fingers and placed a light kiss on her lips: "It doesn't matter if you disappear. Because this place has already been memorized."
Beneath her palm, his heart was beating strongly.
Risa couldn't help but laugh out loud: "How can Oichi say such cheesy things so naturally?"
"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow. "Risa doesn't like it?"
"......like."
Risa yawned and unconsciously snuggled closer to him.
After making so many fuss, I'm getting a little tired.
Yukimura supported her drooping head, listening to her breathing become long and even.
Sleep... I'm asleep.
She must be exhausted lately.
When he heard her say that she wanted to save three million before graduation and that her parents might mind her family background, a subtle pain welled up in his chest.
She carried this anxiety alone all along. Without her parents' support, without a family to rely on, she also worried that she wasn't good enough for him.
Yukimura carefully laid the girl down and pulled the thin blanket over her shoulders. As he pulled his arm away, the sleeping girl unconsciously grabbed his collar.
The way she rubbed her cheek against his chest was just like that calico cat that always begged for food at the clubroom door.
Yukimura suddenly understood why Sanada always said, "It's too lax."
At this moment, all he could think about was how to frame this moment and keep it forever.
After gazing at her for a moment, Yukimura finally lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms.
"Silly girl..." He placed a light kiss on the top of her head.
"I should be the one worrying about not being good enough for your brilliance."
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Author's Note: (Quoted footnotes)
1. "Our Rikkai three-time champions have no sense of taste." This quote is from the New Prince of Tennis, on the eve of recruitment.
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Our mini-theater is here! =^▽^=
One day, Yukimura, in a fit of mischievousness, asked Risa to use an embarrassing nickname in private, which was overheard by a friend.
Friend (shocked): "Wait! Risa just called Yukimura-kun 'older brother'?!"
Risa (covering her face): "He forced me to do it!!"
Yukimura (calmly): "Hmm, is there a problem?"
Friend: This is a huge problem!
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