Todos los capítulos de You’re Courting Me?! (MxM): Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

I wish I could say that I lost my virginity under a moonlit sky, with a calm and gentle alpha as my partner, that we both explored our bodies with romantic intent— but that would be a lie. At least, one-third of that statement will be horrible untruths. Miyamura is gentle and kind for an alpha, but he is also a rough, sadistic pervert with a mind that harbors something evil, something that should have been erased long ago. “Sor…”. After he cracked the bed frame by slamming into me, I lost control of my mind— my memory after that is very much unclear. I just remember crying. And sobbing. “Sorah…”. This absolute bastard must have forgotten that I was a virgin and decided to take me for a spin. My fear of being bent and twisted by an alpha was realized yesterday. “Sorahi…”. Four times. I came four times. And that’s not counting the two times I came before he got serious. He just kept on going on…and on…and on. Even during my heats, I’ve never come more than th

“…and that is why we will be leaving tomorrow for Japan. Tomorrow, and not a day later”. “But you didn’t spend up to a week here”. Raven whines, he drapes himself over Fuyuhiko’s legs like a spoiled cat. “How can you decide to just leave like this?”. I can hear the sound of Miyamura gritting his teeth from where I sit. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “This is not a decision to be discussed, Raven, it’s a statement that I will not be going back on”. He’s quite frustrated, but only because Raven has been dragging this issue for almost an hour now— he doesn’t want us to leave, but Miyamura’s made up his mind. It’s entertaining to watch— the clash of an unstoppable force against an immovable object. “So what? You’re too big to discuss your decisions with your father?”. He pushes off Fuyuhiko’s legs, bristling like a cat. “So, you now issue statements to your family?”. Ah—it’s the classic gaslighting and guilt-tripping technique. “I wouldn’t be issuing st

Weeds decorate the lawn and the walkways, the walls are intertwined with ivy, and birds of prey perch around the roofs and shingles. The paint is fading and chipped. The steps creak once any weight lands on them, and the doorknob is rusted to a bleeding brown. A house like this should be abandoned, but— It’s not. “It’s you again”. The voice comes from within the house, yet, the speaker makes no move to open the door. It’s well within her expectations. “Yes, it’s me”. Yukimura Rei inclines her head in a small bow— just to appear respectful. “It’s been a while…Grey”. “Don’t call me that!”. He hisses from within. “What the hell do you want, Yukimura?”. “Do you have what I asked for, Grey?”. She ignores his outburst, with an unfazed smile. The house is silent for a moment, the birds stop chirping, and the wind stops blowing. It’s eerie. “Y-You weren’t joking?”. ‘Grey’ stammers, confusion bleeding into his tone. “Do I look like the kind of person who enjoys c

“You break the rules and everything is fine…”. Yamato leans forward. “But it’s wrong when Takahashi Ryota does it?”. He did not just say that. I must’ve misheard him or something, because there’s no bloody way he just— Miyamura’s pheromones rise, his scent heavy with barely suppressed rage. “I dare you to ask me that stupid question again”. He grits out through clenched teeth. “I’m daring you, Eiji”. Miyamura is pissed as hell— in fact, he’s more than pissed. My instincts scream at me to run, that I’m in danger…but I’m not even the one he’s angry at. But somehow, Yamato ignores Miyamura’s rage and doesn’t back down. “If you can do away with the rules, why can’t others? What makes you different from everyone else, Miyamura?”. Miyamura releases even more pheromones— it presses down on us like a physical thing. It’s heavy, and it hurts. It physically hurts to breathe. I fall from my seat to the floor. I can’t breathe. His pheromones are forcing their way down my throat. I

“Have I hurt you, Sorahiko?” “No, sir”. Why would he be hurt?. “Of course not”. To Sorahiko, Miyamura is not at fault in this situation. Sorahiko is the one who overstepped his bounds and tried to play the helper, and he’s the same person who ignored Miyamura’s warnings and tried to ‘pacify’ him. If anything, he needed this feeling of hurt to clear his head. He deserves it all— Miyamura’s anger and his insults. “Then why don’t you look at me and say that?”. He says, voice still gruff from shouting in rage. “Look at me and tell me that I haven’t hurt you, Sorahiko”. He raises his head calmly. “You haven’t hurt me, Sir”. His words fall and settle between them like a weight. Miyamura watches him carefully, his gaze trails across his face, watching for a sign of any hidden emotion. “Well, you don’t have to tell me…I already know that I hurt you”. He sighs. “You haven’t hurt me in any way, Sir”. Sorahiko replies sharply. “I disobeyed your orders and offended you, ye