บททั้งหมดของ You’re Courting Me?! (MxM): บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

“I was right, it really does suit you”. Raven clasps the bracelet around my wrist with a click. It’s pretty— way too pretty. And very expensive. I was there when the manager handed the VIP catalogue to Raven, and I managed to sneak a peek at it. The number of zeros on the price list left me dazed for a while. I only snapped out of it when we left the store. I could sell this bracelet and buy myself a house in the heart of the upper districts, where only high-class people live. I literally have my ticket out of poverty hooked around my wrist, and yet, I can’t sell it. I wouldn’t even dare to sell it, not because it’s the only one of its kind, but because it was specially ordered and re-crafted by Aronohai Raven. How would I explain myself when he finds out that the custom-ordered bracelet that he gifted to me was found on the market? It’d honestly be better to live as I am now. It’s not like I’m suffering from abject poverty or malnutrition anymore. “It’s beautifu

He left…just like that. He said his piece and walked away. I couldn’t even get a word in. ‘So until you let me know why exactly you’d want to do this with me, there will be nothing of that nature happening between us’. Like, what the fuck does that even mean? When did he start speaking in riddles?. “You look like you made out with a lemon”. “Shut it”. Saeko settles down on the seat beside me. “Does he taste sour or something?”. “Who?”. “Who else but Mr Aronohai?”. She gives me a questioning look. “Did you lose your mind on the way here?”. “I was trying to crack a joke”. She glances away from me sulkily. “Stick to supervising”. “You really are such an asshole, Sorahiko”. She hisses. “I only came here to check up on you because you’ve been glaring at this table for the past ten minutes”. “So what you’re saying is that you’ve been standing there and watching me think for the past ten minutes?”. I need to clear this up with Miyamura. But, I don’t kno

“So, what’s your reason?”. Sorahiko fiddles with his fingers as his gaze shifts nervously from side to side. Miyamura finds it adorable. He wants to eat him. “Can’t we move a bit further down…?”. Sorahiko mutters quietly, his stomach twisting into a knot of anxiety. “We’re already so far away from the glasshouse that I can’t even see the lights of the party. How much farther do you want to go?”. Miyamura replies dryly. Sorahiko stiffens. He stares silently at his hands. “Okay…I understand”. He stays quiet for another long moment. The silence tests Miyamura’s patience. He decides to cut right to the heart of the matter and get it over with. “Look Sorahiko, if you don’t have anything to say, then don’t force yourself, it’s not as serious as you think it— ”. But clearly, it’s the wrong thing to say. “You keep saying that”. Sorahiko looks up at him. Something in those brown eyes burns hot. “You keep talking about forcing me, and me pleasing you like that’s all that t

I don’t know what to do. Oh god. I. Do. Not. Know. What. To. Do. Sex— how exactly does it happen? Not that I don’t know the mechanics of the act, I just don’t know how to go about it…Do I just spread my legs? Or do I take the initiative and do something?. Oh my god. I really don’t know what to do. I’m about to sleep with Miyamura— fucking Aronohai Miyamura. I can’t tell if my gut is twisting from fear or nervousness. Honestly, it could be both. “Are you nervous?”. Why is he locking the door? Must the door be locked?. “You smell nervous”. He does that head-tilt thing again. I know he’s scenting the air to determine my mood…and that scares me. Because I’m freaking out. I’m freaking out badly. The me of five months ago would’ve jumped off a cliff if he ever saw this coming. I’m about to sleep with Miyamura. Oh God. I have no idea what I’m doing. Someone, please help me. “Are you…scared?”. No seriously, why did he lock the door?— that makes things even wor

Without the slightest hint of discomfort, Miyamura pulls off his pants. He stands at the edge of the bed, leaning over Sorahiko with a smug smirk. “Are you going to keep your eyes shut the entire time?”. He asks lightly, tapping Sorahiko’s calf in a teasing manner. The moment Miyamura’s hands had moved to unbuckle his belt, Sorahiko squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his hold on the bedsheets as if they were the only thing anchoring him to reality. “Sorahiko?”. No answer. “I can understand you being terribly shy, after all, it is your first time, but…”. He exhales, the playfulness in his tone fading. “You’re naked and trembling, and you won’t look at me…that makes me feel like I’m doing something very wrong”. “Honestly Sorahiko, if this isn’t something that you truly want, then we should stop— ”. Sorahiko’s eyes fly open, he sits up abruptly and grabs Miyamura’s arm. “I want it”. For a person who’s shaking like a leaf, his words are surprisingly clear. “Are you