บททั้งหมดของ You’re Courting Me?! (MxM): บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Oh, wow. He’s pretty. No, not pretty— beautiful. He’s so freaking beautiful. I’ve seen cute omegas, pretty ones too, but I’ve never seen an omega so beautiful before. It’s world-changing—seeing someone who looks like that completely cools my rage. He definitely fathered the Aronohai twins. _________ “Are you…hiding?”. I crouch lower in my spot behind the car. “No sir…I’m just enjoying the shade”. The sun is really bright today. “You do know that you can enjoy the shade inside the house, right?”. Miyamura leans on the car, watching me with an amused smile. “And drop the ‘sir’”. Tch. Persistent bastard. “I’ll go in later. You can leave me and go on ahead”. This is me cuing him to leave. I can hear distant sounds of familial laughter and happiness— it only adds to my nausea. I really don’t want to go in. My gut won’t stop churning. “There’s no need to be shy, Sorahiko”. His grin is downright annoying to see. “Just greet them and go in like everyone els

The Aronohai estate in Singapore is only slightly smaller than their family home in Kyoto— meaning it’s fucking huge. It is an estate after all. From the almost endless driveway, to the extreme, yet well-kept garden, to the freaking statues positioned attractively in certain eye-catching spots. Everything is tastefully decorated and just screams ‘wealth’. It’s kind of terrifying. The silver tableware I used to eat has to be worth more than I am. The dining table is crafted with ornate pieces of wood, and the dining room is furnished with paintings that I’m sure can not cost less than the revenue of a small country. I can’t help but be intimidated. The almost exaggerated wealth of the Aronohais is enough to have me subconsciously lowering my head and fidgeting with my fingers. “…And this is my room. I’ve spent some time here, not enough to be significant, and not small enough to not be”. Miyamura pulls me into a room. This is his idea of showing me around— taking me from ro

“W-why did you do that?”. Sakura warily backs away from Misa, stopping the she-alpha’s exaggerated cackling. Misa pouts at her, she crosses her arms across her chest with an offended expression. “Do you really not know? I know that you don’t want your nestmate and Miyamura to fuck, Sakura”. Sakura’s wariness fades. Her eyes cool, she matches Misa’s gaze with a cold look. “I don’t know what you mean, Miss”. “Call me Misa or I’ll tell my father that I’m courting you”. “Are you really threatening me with that?”. She hisses, taking a step back as goosebumps erupt on her skin. After witnessing Fuyuhiko’s reaction to Misa’s false information and Raven’s meddling— Saeko knows that the threat is real. “I’m not hearing it…you’re still not saying my name?”. She begins to stride down the hall. “Well then, let’s be lifemates, Sakura”. “Wait! Hold on! Let’s discuss this, Miss!”. Sakura calls after her, speedwalking to match her stride. “Still calling me, Miss? You must really w

FOUR YEARS AGO • • • “I need your help”. Four simple words. Four simple words that should not mean so much…yet, they do. In that moment, something shifts in Amane Riko’s mind. Her gaze falls on Yukimura Rei, she takes in her disheveled appearance, her pale face, and her arm hanging at an unnatural angle by her side. But nothing shakes her more than the empty look in her eyes— Rei could pass for a corpse at first glance. “Riko…”. “What happened to you? What is this…?”. Her brain struggles to process what she sees. “W-Who the hell did this to you?”. “Riko!”. Her panicked gaze snaps to Yamato— in truth, she had completely overlooked his presence. “She’s not going to say anything to you”. Even he sounds tired, and weary. So, so weary. “We don’t have time, Riko”. “We need your help…please”. Yamato falls to his knees, he presses his forehead to the ground in a traditional Japanese kowtow. Something flickers in Rei’s pheromones…something that carries the acri

“Don’t worry, once Raven’s done with the anniversary slash birthday dinner, we’ll leave”. Misa says as she slurps on her noodles. Her noodles— Why is it always those bloody strips of dough? Why can’t we ever eat anything else? “I wasn’t worried, Miss”. I thought rich people loved meat, so why can’t we just eat barbecue or something? “Call me that again and I’ll kidnap you”. That’s a threat…right?. “And I’ll keep you by my side forever”. Yes, that is definitely a threat. “I apologize, I meant to say that I am not worried, Misa”. Her pheromones rise in satisfaction. “That’s better”. She really is like a feline— unpredictable and testy. I can’t even begin to understand the way her mind works, everything she does is so instinctual that it’s frightening. She’s not overbearing or controlling, it’s almost like she has no desire to dominate anyone. Sometimes, I forget to be afraid of her, then her attitude changes and I remember who exactly I’m dealing with. It gives m