You’re Courting Me?! (MxM) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

He’s been unable to do what? Get intimate, as in have sex?— he’s been celibate since my heat?. It’s been almost two months since my heat, and barely seven weeks since his rut. That’s insane. No wonder he’s so close to having another one. That means this bastard hasn’t been seeing any omegas since then. He’s even made a rule that any omega coming within six feet of him must spray scent blockers. It’s almost as if— “You like my scent”. Miyamura stares blankly at me. “I know, I’ve said that before. Many times in fact”. “No, that’s not it. You like my scent!”. What’s with that cold look? Doesn’t he understand what I’m getting at?. “I’m saying that you like my scent, Sir”. “Really? What clued you in?— my compliments? Or my newly-found taste for your scent glands?”. He quips sarcastically as he rolls his eyes. “That's not what I meant, Sir”. Please stop saying inappropriate things like that. I’m begging you. “Drop the sir, don’t you think we’re a bit too familiar

Miyamura watches with a slightly curious expression as Sorahiko seems to shrink down in his seat the moment Misa steps into his office. He finds Sorahiko’s reaction strange. “Hold on for a bit, someone’s coming to join us”. She plops down on the sofa with a small smile. Sorahiko’s pheromones fluctuate between wariness and…fear— fear?. Why would Sorahiko be afraid of Misa?. The change in his pheromones is only visible to him and Misa. Yamato cannot smell his pheromones with his scent patch on. The beta notices nothing. “I was about to say the same thing. I have someone coming to join us too”. He replies cordially. Misa glances at him in amusement. She knows he’s wondering about her relationship with his secretary, and she finds his curiosity amusing. “Bitch”. He curses out loud. “Really Miyamura? You couldn't hold it in for one measly second?”. She replies mockingly. Sorahiko and Yamato glance at both of them, confusion etched on their faces. “Is somethin

The ‘meeting’ is over. Everything has been said. Miyamura’s office is void of people— except for Saeko. She sits across from him silently, waiting for him to speak. After all, he specifically invited her to come over to Tokyo. He asks her to hold on while he rapidly texts someone. She silently fidgets with her fingers. This is the first time she’s seen him since he handled Takahashi’s case. Her promotion to the position of supervisor was done by an official decree from him. She hasn’t sat in a room with an alpha since then. If not for the alpha in question being Miyamura, she would not be able to hold on to the façade of calmness she has now. “Thank you for waiting”. He places his phone down on the table. “And thank you again for taking your time to come here”. He’s still not an easy person to handle. His politeness makes her uncomfortable. “There’s no need to thank me, sir. I’m just doing my job”. “This isn’t a formal matter, Saeko. It’s a personal one”. He chuckles

“Hmmm, you don’t want to…?”. He keeps his voice down to a drawl, his eyes stay fixed on the omega squirming beneath him. Sorahiko’s flushed an alarming shade of red— he closely resembles a boiled lobster. Miyamura finds it downright adorable. All that remains is for the omega to start whistling like a kettle to sell the ‘boiling from embarrassment’ look. It’s a shame that reality has no special effects. “H-How do I do that?”. His eyes shift from side to side nervously. So, Sorahiko’s not totally rejecting the idea? That means he can take it a bit further…right?— just to test the omega’s current limits of course. There’s nothing mischievous about it. It’s not personal…really. “Do what?”. He teases. Sorahiko glares right up at him. Those insolent brown eyes burn in annoyance. “You know what I’m talking about, Miyamura”. His dick twitches. It’s almost like Sorahiko’s doing this on purpose. How does the omega manage to push all his buttons?— and to do it so well at

“I’m not going to stress myself out by driving to the house now. Let’s just stay here”. Miyamura beams happily as he gestures widely at the hotel facing us. It has the Rohai Corp emblem proudly displayed at its entrance. It’s large— larger than any place has a right to be. And it’s incredibly bright, very eye-catching too. The security detail is particularly eye-catching too—those uniforms are something else entirely. “Sure, I’ve got no problem with it. I’m feeling a bit tired too”. Misa yawns, pulling her suitcase behind her as she struts past the doorman and into the lobby. Then suddenly, she stops and turns around slowly. “Are you guys okay with this? Staying here?”. Her gaze lingers on us— the omegas. “We’re fine, Miss”. Sakura replies politely. Misa’s eyes sharpen, but she says nothing. She continues her strut into the hotel’s lobby like nothing had happened. Even if I don’t know what’s going on between them, I can tell that Misa is unhappy about something—