All Chapters of You’re Courting Me?! (MxM): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I’ve come to realize that I have seriously underestimated Hagakure Sorahiko. Not that I’ve been looking at him through rose-tinted glasses, but that I’ve been treating him like a child. “What are you— ”. He kneels at my feet like a vision from the dirtiest part of my mind. And he looks right at home there. Like he belongs at my feet, staring up at me with wide, hungry eyes. “This is your fantasy, Sorahiko?”. What a goddamn minx. “You fantasize about sucking me off?”. When I told him to fulfill his fantasies, I didn’t expect this— I didn’t expect Sorahiko to sink to his knees and stare at my dick like a meal. But I forgot that not only alphas, but omegas too have instincts, and his must include thoughts of submitting to me. This little minx wants me to dominate him. And here I was thinking that he would prefer being treated gently. Honestly, I’ve been played. “You fake fucking virgin…ugh…”. I never thought that I’d see the day where Sorahiko licks across the

When I come to, I find that I’m in the exact room I stayed in when I slept over at Miyamura’s place. I’m wearing pajamas. It’s bright outside, and according to the bedside clock, it’s nine am in the morning. I’ve been asleep for over twelve hours. This is definitely Miyamura’s fault. I blame that bastard for everything. I stumble out of the room— my legs shake more than I expect— to the scene of Miyamura placing plates of food on the table. He’s made breakfast. For two. “You’re awake? Thank god”. He places the last plate down and smiles at me. “I would have had to dump you in a morgue if you slept any longer”. His eyes crinkle at the edges when he smiles. It’s a weird thing to notice, but I do. His insult doesn’t even faze me. Not anymore really. “And you’re walking too? I must’ve gone too easy on you”. I take it back. “You’re a horrible person”. My throat feels like I spent hours choking on sandpaper. And I sound like it too. “Well, that isn’t a lie”. He sh

“Yukimura Rei was in Singapore?”. Miyamura asks lowly. “Really?”. He spares a quick glance at Sorahiko’s sleeping form on the sofa, then resumes his dinner preparations without missing a beat. “Yes sir”. The private investigator replies curtly. “She checked into an obscure motel at a place I can not easily describe”. Miyamura puts the phone on speaker and places it on the kitchen counter. He begins to season the steak— giving the investigator half of his attention. “And why didn’t I see her?”. If not for Sorahiko’s love of meat, he’d have chosen something very different for dinner. But Sorahiko likes meat, and he’s been really good lately, so Miyamura kind of wants to do something nice for him…just to show his appreciation. “Because she was visited by Amane Riko”. His movements halt immediately. His hands still above the salt shaker— “Amane Riko, you said?”. “Yes sir, she was visited by Amane Riko on the day of the anniversary party”. His voice crackles over

Sorahiko storms out of the house the moment Sakura finishes speaking. He slams the door loudly— loud enough to rattle the thing off its hinges. “Damnit! She doesn’t know shit!”. He stomps down the stairs, cursing under his breath. “Me? A replica of his history?”. He huffs out a disbelieving breath. “She has no idea what she’s talking about…”. He steps out into the open with a sigh. “Miyamura doesn’t want to hurt me! He’s said it so many times!”. And not only has he said it, but he’s also shown it. He walks out the gate with no destination in mind…just a need to not be in the same room with Sakura. He begins to walk down the street, rapidly muttering to himself. “So, Yukimura Rei pisses Miyamura off, yet she’s his red flag?…Sakura is just being biased!”. He sighs again in frustration. “Yes, Miyamura isn’t a saint, but he’s not some kind of demon either”. “I don’t understand why she won’t see it from my point of view and… ”—his phone chimes. It’s a text from an unk

“How am I so fucking unlucky?”. Sorahiko curses. He pants tiredly as he eyes the train with hate-filled eyes. “Of all days for this shit to happen, and with no warning to…damn it”. The train station’s completely empty, except for the occasional train workers. There’s a large sign propped up, reading ‘Out for maintenance’ right in front of him. “I’m going to be so late”. He hisses. As he turns to leave, he sends a quick prayer to any deity out there, because— “Miyamura is going to kill me”. __________ “Yes, thank you…we’ll be there on Saturday by two…”. Miyamura cuts the call calmly. He leans against his seat with a pleased grin. “ And that takes care of the hot springs reservation…Sorahiko will definitely like this”. His grin widens as he checks the time on his phone. He knows that Sorahiko has a taste for comfort, so the trip to the hot springs is the perfect bribe to soften him up— he’ll know it’s a bribe, yet, he’ll still accept. Because he has nothing