All Chapters of You’re Courting Me?! (MxM): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“Do you think he’ll accept my apology?”. Eiji asks quietly. “I for one won’t, but I can’t say the same for Miyamura”. She taps her foot impatiently, as she waits for the elevator to complete its ascent. “That idiot is such a bleeding heart at times”. “…I see”. Any other chance at a conversation is halted as the elevator finally reaches its destination. Misa struts out of the elevator with Eiji at her heels, following her closely. “Just apologize and— ”. Before she even steps into the walkway, she’s hit with it— the scent of rage, killing intent, and a chilling sensation of nothing. Her superhuman senses note all of it. “Secretary!…”. She clears the walkway faster than Eiji can blink and stops right in front of Sorahiko’s empty desk. “What’s going on, Misa?”. Eiji asks as he cautiously steps into the room. “Is something wrong with Sorahiko?”. She ignores him, choosing to focus on expanding her senses to cover the entire top floor. Misa do

Riko spares one glance at the elevator and turns to the stairwell. She flies the steps four at a time. By the time she reaches the door to her apartment, only two minutes have passed. She punches in the code and walks in, striding past Eiji. “R..Riko! Thank God! What are we— ”. She can almost taste his relief. “What room did you put him in?”. She cuts him off sharply. “Did you have any trouble hooking him to the nebulizer?”. “He’s in the room on the right!…and your friend helped me hook him to it”. He’s not the one with the degree in medicine— things like that are outside his capabilities. Riko stops for a moment. “That…makes sense”. Then she continues speed-walking, as if she had never stopped moving. “Why can’t we take him to the hospital, Riko? Is this even safe?”. Eiji follows Riko closely, somehow keeping up with her pace as she strides towards the room Sorahiko is in. “Because, if Misa somehow miraculously manages to lose to Miyamura, that bastard will sea

It’s quiet— my mind, not the city that I’m in. Shanghai is not quiet. It’s loud and bright. Or maybe it’s not— I don’t know…I don’t know anything. I’m too much of an idiot to know anything…I’m a fool who believes anything that— “Does your throat still hurt when you swallow?”. Riko asks me. She’s been doing that since I opened my eyes…asking questions in that tone and acting like someone who cares. It makes my stomach churn. “No, Miss”. I used to believe that if an alpha spoke softly, that meant that they were kind…that they would not hurt you. I forgot that alphas lie…that some like to play the long game. That you could give them every single thing that you have and they would still reach for your throat. The lie, steal, and betray. That’s all they ever do— “You wince when you swallow, Sorahiko. It’s slight, but it’s there”. Her tone is still nauseatingly soft. “I need you to tell the truth; I’m in charge of your recovery, remember?”. My

‘Don’t walk, just start crawling back to Tokyo, you filthy low-class pet’. After spending half the night crying and cursing him to Sakura— no matter how much I curse, I keep it low to a whisper— this is the message I wake up to. It carries the same shock as a cold bucket of water to the face. I spend ten minutes looking at it from every angle and I arrive at one conclusion, which is— “What the hell is this…?”. Calling me a low-class pet is a slur, and a very bad one at that. A pet is an omega who is kept by an alpha for the sole purpose of pleasuring them, with rewards like money and gifts. It’s like a sugar relationship but with no rights and no respect. “They’re literally glorified sex slaves…why would anyone call me this?”. I never…it was never like that between us. The only rewards I received from him were the company’s bonuses from when I got into reckless situations and received compensation. Being a pet to an alpha is…hell— You live your life like the main

She made the steak and chose not to add vegetables to the dish. She even had her apologies prepared, but Sorahiko never showed up. And that was where she began to panic, because she knew that after a fight like that, there was no way that Sorahiko would sleep over at Miyamura’s house without telling her. She tried calling him, but she couldn’t reach him. She sent more than a hundred texts to him, and yet, no reply was received. It wasn’t until she started gathering her courage to go looking for him that she was contacted…by Riko. Riko, who sent her a text that only explained that Sorahiko would be unable to come home for a while, and didn’t say anything more, except to give her Sorahiko’s new number. “It would’ve been better if she said nothing…She didn’t explain shit to me”. She sighs as she loads the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. Even if her only friend is going through one of the most traumatic moments of his entire life, and might probably end up dead…or worse