All Chapters of You’re Courting Me?! (MxM): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alighting from the car, I can see Mrs Shimizu standing outside, waiting to greet us. And beside her is…Saeko. It’s a bit weird, because I didn’t expect to see her again. I mean, I thought it was all over. Takahashi has been arrested, it only makes sense for her to move on with her life. That’s what I would have done. For an omega, once the trauma is over, you make yourself scarce. It’s an entire thing, I swear. “She wanted to see you, so I invited her”. Miyamura says, as if he can hear my unspoken question. Then he turns to look at me, “Did you actually believe Miss Akashi would not want to see you once you were discharged from the hospital?”. He looks at me weirdly. I don’t reply, because we are already at the doorstep. We are close enough for Mrs Shimizu to start fussing over me, and she does so with all the intensity a kind woman has to offer. Mercifully, she doesn’t talk about the bruises on my unwrapped throat. “…Oh look at you! And you’ve lost so much weight! Don’t worr

“Come closer Sorahiko”. “I am very sorry sir”. My apology doesn’t seem to have any effect. That dark look in his eyes hasn’t lightened a bit. Is this because of Takahashi? Or because of me?. “Sorahiko…”. “It was for the plan sir! I would never have called your name like that if not for the plan!”. “You mean the plan that you excluded me from?”. Oh. Yeah. I don’t really have much of a reply to that one. He’s really pissed, isn’t he?. But I so do not want to get hit. Why did I even give him that recording? “I will not say this again Sorahiko…”. The air around him is frigid. “Come closer”. I avert my eyes and rise to my feet. His eyes follow me as I walk around the table to face him. I kneel facing him, and wait for him to speak. Thank God his family home was built traditionally—he’s kneeling and facing me too. I would hate to be kneeling while he’s sitting above me. Talk about power play. “Since I’m in a very generous mood…I will give you all your punishments right n

I am having a bad day. A bad time really. Takahashi’s crimes have been airing on the news for days. The fact that Rohai Corp does not condone Takahashi’s crimes brings good press, but not all press is good press. I am tired of seeing talk shows and podcasts speculate about why I would find fault in Takahashi’s behavior. Why wouldn’t I? The man is a rapist and a murderer. All those omegas who committed suicide were indirectly killed by him. Even if I compensate and apologize to their families— it doesn’t change anything. They’re dead. And it’s all because of the man whom I employed. And yet, other alphas are questioning why I would care about the omegas I hired. I hired them. They’re supposed to be safe in my company. Not beaten. Not violated. Not crushed and driven to the point of suicide. Alpha supremacists can be so irritating. They’re all justifying Takahashi’s actions. They’re all bloody idiots. Not every wealthy person with a degree of po

“Amazing!”. “Your proportions are simply amazing!”. “Especially the cut of your waist!”. “Wonderful!”. They’re all crowding me like baby chicks, screaming about my body for the entire world to hear. These damn attendants. Whose proportions are amazing? Mine? This is just a product of poverty and hunger. Nothing more, nothing less. So stop asking me about my workout routine. It's freaking embarrassing, okay?. _____ Shortly after his very disturbing declaration, Miyamura basically kidnaps me and drives to one of those high-end dressmaking shops. Those ones that have security standing guard on the outside. The ones that you walk past and wonder what exactly the insides would look like. “I’m here to make him a dress”. He announces like a goddamn psychopath the moment he walks in. The attendants all swarm around him, while giving him space at the same time. Then a very pretty male omega steps forward. He is very pretty. Slender, with cat-eyes and long lashes. A t

“You’re coming home with me the night before the gala”. Really? No foreplay? Not even an ounce of seduction? This dude has to have zero game— and a lot of audacity. “I do not understand what you mean sir”. I calmly tell the rot in my life. Aronohai Miyamura. The most frustrating man in the world. “What I mean is that you’re coming home with me”. He’s speaking like we are discussing the weather. Does he not understand the gravity of what he’s saying?. “I don’t understand sir, why would I have to go to your house?”. There is no polite way to ask this. What does he mean by ‘You’re coming home with me?’. The bastard said that in the loudest voice imaginable. The ladies sitting behind us turned back to take a look at us and started blushing while fanning themselves— muttering about some ‘lucky omega’ shit. Who are they calling ‘lucky’?. I was never a lucky person— and whatever little luck I have has taken a nosedive since I drew the attention of this bastard. This bastard