บททั้งหมดของ You’re Courting Me?! (MxM): บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

THE WORLD THROUGH AITO’S EYES… “Go ahead…jump”. Aito has noticed that it’s not good at following orders. He’s not blind to the fact that it wouldn’t want to jump from the top of the stairs because of one simple command, but he can’t have it start believing that its discomfort would matter to him. It needs to do and learn only what he tells it to— Like a good pet. “J-jump…?”. Yes, it’s no longer his toy. It’s now his pet. Though, watching it is getting a bit tiring. It keeps looking at the foot of the stairs, and then back at Aito with a disgustingly scared look on its face. Of what use is a pet that won’t follow orders? “You won’t?”. He asks calmly. Aito has already perfected Mother’s soft, commanding tone at ten— over two years since he got his pet— but, he’s done his improvements. He no longer needs to imitate Mother to command the same level of fear that she did. He’s grown and surpassed her in every way now. The pet has grown too. It doesn’t pee itself

“You said Aito did what?”. Eiji asks again, staring at everyone, eyes wide in shock. Rei stiffens. He shifts slightly in his seat, looking visibly uncomfortable because of Eiji’s question. He snaps back into his calm persona, but he can’t hide the wariness in his eyes. “Why are you here?”. Miyamura bites back harshly. He straightens up like he wants to shrug off my hand, walk up to Eiji, and physically throw him out. But instead of shrugging off my hand, he holds onto it tighter. “I..Riko called me because she was looking for…wait, that doesn’t matter now…”. He rubs at his face frantically. “What the hell did you just say that Aito did?”. “It depends on which of them you want to know…?”. Sakura whispers as she fiddles with her fingers awkwardly. “Which of them? He’s done that much?”. He takes a step forward, eyes flickering to each of us…then settling on Rei in shock. Then, fear. “Rei?”. His head snaps straight to Miyamura, then Misa. “Why are you here?…What is

“There’s nothing bad about that. You don’t have to bring morality into this, and you don’t have to pity me either”. Rei holds his gaze without flinching. “Even if you feel it isn’t right, when you do it, it becomes right”. “Why? Is that what Aito taught you?”. He frowns as he pours himself his eighth glass of scotch. “No, that’s what life taught me”. He replies flatly. “Right or wrong is only decided by those who have the power to make those decisions…and I am not one of them”. Miyanura downs his glass with a scoff. “Well, I’m choosing to let this go, Rei. Do whatever you want with that. I’m done with this conversation”. He rises from his seat with the bottle of scotch in hand and walks out of the kitchen, surprising Rei. He quickly snaps out of his surprise and follows after him. “Why are you doing this? Why are you forcing yourself to forgive me?”. His voice rises in frustration. “You’ve been holding yourself back from killing me for four years! Now you have the cha

TWO WEEKS LATER… “Thanks for having me”. She pulls off her shoes and walks into Misa’s familiar apartment. “I’m the one who should be thanking you for coming over”. Even after all that’s happened— all the dirty secrets that have been revealed— Misa still has that easygoing air around her. She wastes no time in guiding Sakura straight into the kitchen. “I think I’ve got it this time. It tastes good, I swear”. Sakura fights back a grin— Misa’s excitement already drawing her in. “I’m sure it tastes great, Misa”. She is unceremoniously pushed down to sit, while Misa cuts a slice of the banana bread cooling at the counter, plates it, and then places it in front of her. “Try it. There’s no way I didn’t get it this time”. Sakura has come to realize that Misa is very competitive, in the sense that she dislikes losing, not to herself, and not to anyone. This whole banana bread fiasco began when she mentioned while texting that she loved the snack, and Misa being a good b

“The Omega Rehabilitation Center has been unanimously stripped of its power as of today…wardens have been taken away to be tried in court for perceived foul play…”. Has the world lost its mind? Or have I lost mine? “Numerous crimes involving omegas have been brought to light…suspected omega trafficking under the guise of rehabilitation…the stock system has been broken as of today…”. “What is going on…?”. “I changed things”. Miyamura’s grip on my hand might be the only thing keeping me standing. “I put in effort and I changed everything… Misa and me.”. He changed things? He put in effort? This isn’t just changing things, nor is it the product of mere effort. He restructured the world for omegas— he’s changed everything. “Why? Why would you do all this?”. I won’t lie, a part of me had always resented him for having the power to change things and not doing anything about it. Back then, when he informed me of the gala and showed me the catalogue the ORC sent him, I was