"Whoosh—"
Masashi Yukimura stood up from the pool, water still dripping from the hem of his shirt. He was already taller than Vili, and the difference was even more obvious when the boy was sitting, creating an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"..."
Willie looked up at him, somewhat bewildered. Two hours had passed, and it was nearly six o'clock, so the sky was already beginning to lighten. However, he couldn't make out Yukimura Masashi's expression.
The next second.
The tall figure suddenly moved closer, and his muscular arms wrapped around Willy's waist, completely encircling the boy in his arms.
Vili was knocked down by the sudden force. He instinctively closed his eyes, and the back of his head was tightly protected by Yukimura Masashi's other hand.
Immediately following was a kiss that still carried a hint of coolness.
"Hmm—"
He gripped Yukimura Masashi's shirt slightly, his soft, flexible hand brushing against his mouth as if inviting him to a dance.
The hand that had just been protecting him had now become shackles, firmly holding the boy's head down and preventing him from escaping even a fraction.
Vili was somewhat annoyed. His tongue twitched slightly, but the next second it was entangled by the other person, who stole his breath.
He loosened his grip on Yukimura Masashi's white shirt, turned his hand into a palm, and tried to push away this person who was taking advantage of him, but instead, he found an opportunity.
The hand that was wrapped around his waist suddenly moved. The calloused hand, honed from years of kendo practice, glided across his skin and finally pressed down on a certain spot.
!
Wait, wait!
He forgot that he wasn't wearing any clothes!
It was a sensitive area, yet it was suddenly touched without any resistance. As if stimulated by an electric current, Willy's body went limp uncontrollably, his fair cheeks flushed. He wanted to grab Yukimura Masashi's hand, but he had no strength left. His eyes were wet with tears.
Willy met Yukimura Masashi's gaze. He wanted to express his accusation with his eyes, but he felt the other person's breathing become disordered for a moment, and then, he felt a sudden weight on the bridge of his nose.
...Where did Masashi Yukimura pull out those frameless glasses?
The glasses had been submerged in water, making the lenses blurry, so Willy couldn't see Yukimura Masashi's expression at all.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but just when he was about to suffocate, the other person finally let him go.
Vili gasped for breath, seemingly lost in thought. The person who had bullied him was right in front of him, yet he couldn't see anything. His entire body leaned against Yukimura Masashi's chest.
Therefore, he couldn't see the sudden darkness in the other person's eyes when they lowered their head.
Compared to Masashi Yukimura, the heir of a family of kendo masters, Vili's physical strength was far inferior.
When he finally recovered, Masashi Yukimura was gently pecking his forehead, looking exceptionally tender and devout.
Willy's first reaction was to take off the annoying glasses. But before his hand could even touch the temples, he was stopped by another hand.
"Xuecun, don't push your luck—"
"Call my name."
Masashi Yukimura's grip wasn't strong, but it was undeniably firm. Through his hazy vision, Vili saw him gently shake his head.
"...Yashi."
He hesitated for a few seconds, then whispered.
After soaking in the hot spring for too long, Willie felt like he was a little short of breath. Otherwise, why would he feel that the air was thin and that there were too many people in front of him?
He shifted his leg uncomfortably, but his toes seemed to bump into something protruding. At the same moment, Yukimura Masashi's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he swiftly grabbed the boy's ankle.
Despite being a cold and aloof person, the temperature of his hand was extremely high. Vili felt as if he had been burned, and he instinctively flinched, only to be pulled back a second later.
...Did he use all his speed against the enemy on himself?
But taking advantage of the opportunity, Willy took off his glasses and blinked.
His vision returned instantly, and the great mage straightened up again.
"I'm warning you, let go of me right now, or I can't guarantee what will happen later—"
"Unresolved."
Masashi Yukimura interrupted him once again.
From the moment he spoke, he seemed like a completely different person, extremely assertive, firmly controlling the conversation.
Before Willy could answer, he continued:
"Can't you hear my thoughts?"
"What is it saying now?"
Willy's words diverted his attention.
"This is not something I can control..."
Before he could finish speaking, a familiar voice rang out.
"I miss you."
Vili stood frozen in place, blinking blankly, not even noticing Yukimura Masashi leaning closer again.
The next second, he was taken away from breathing again.
Meanwhile, the other hand started to get restless too...
"Aaaaaaaahh ...
A shrill female voice rang out, seemingly piercing one's eardrums. Vili, whose consciousness was hazy, was suddenly awakened and forcefully pushed away Yukimura Masashi, who was burying her face in her neck.
"Beast!"
Masashi Yukimura seemed to have been brought back to his senses by the scream. He wiped his lips with his thumb, paused for two seconds, and then spoke:
"Feel sorry."
The apology sounded utterly insincere, and when Vili regained his sight, he even caught a fleeting glimpse of the corner of his mouth curving upwards.
"..."
The sky was already fully bright, and as that loud female voice rang out, the sounds of hurried and noisy footsteps and voices outside were incessant.
Willie gritted his teeth, but before he could speak, he heard the landlady calling out to him.
Are the two guests here?
Forced to swallow his curses, Vili glared at Yukimura Masashi.
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