You’re Courting Me?! (MxM) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Sorahiko seems to struggle with the instruction much to the amusement of Miyamura— it’s almost like his rational mind is battling for dominance over his heat-addled mind. “I can’t do anything if you don’t take them off Sora”. Miyamura replies, releasing his grip on the jacket and lazily watching Sorahiko. He relaxes against the headboard and watches the omega with a half-lidded gaze filled with barely concealed hunger. Sorahiko’s hesitation barely lasts a minute. He leans forward, placing his head on Miyamura’s chest— bending over, ass in the air, and yanks off his underwear. The sight has Miyamura’s cock twitching. He barely has any time to inhale or gather his thoughts before Sorahiko sits himself on his thigh and raises his head to lick at the scent glands on his neck. “Ahhh fuck…”. The moan slips from Miyamura’s lips. The sound seems to encourage Sorahiko, he begins sucking on the scent gland with a high level of enthusiasm. Miyamura groans louder in pleasure.

That is my bite. How? How is Miyamura sporting my bite mark? “Don’t look so surprised now”. He presses my hand flat against his chest. “I already told you what happened”. “I couldn’t have gone into heat…”. I try to sound sure, but it comes out as a whisper. “Then explain why it looks like I went five rounds with a feral cat?”. Miyamura sneers. “You don’t understand”. I pull my hand away from his chest. “If I went into heat in public, then I would have been…”. “Assaulted by idiots who lack self-control?”. He cuts in dryly. “Yes…yes, that”. Miyamura scoffs. He picks up his shirt and puts it back on. “You were”. The lamp falls from my hand. What did he just say? “I was assaulted?”. The question tastes bitter in my mouth. “I was…assaulted?”. I ask again, trying to make sense of what he’s saying. “Do you really not remember?”. The confused expression on my face answers for me. “Is this some type of joke?”. Miyamura sighs. That rings a bell. Where have I

“Oh fuck, that’s bad”. Riko sighs, scratching her head hard. “But, I made sure no omegas were assaulted”. Misa says, seemingly contemplating my theory. “Riko even managed to get to you before anything unfortunate happened”. I can see Miyamura’s jaw tighten from the corner of my eye. “I understand, but for this to happen during this kind of event…”. Well, I’ve run out of steam. For this to happen during an event like this means that… “This might not be an isolated incident”. Miyamura adds, completing my thoughts perfectly. “We might be dealing with more targeted attacks in the future”. Smart man. ______ “Somehow, the government has already found out about it”. Amane turns to face me. “They’re trying to bring in the ORC to rehabilitate the affected omegas”. I can feel Sorahiko tense up beside me. His hands curl into fists on his thighs. Idiot. Like I would let any of those fools take him. What part of ‘I don’t like people touching what’s mine’, does he not un

Sakura doesn’t look very happy to see me. It’s fine, I understand the allure of having the apartment all to myself. Too bad I’m back and she has to share now. After showering and eating, I told her everything before she could pester me for details. And I mean everything. I don’t try to hide things from Sakura. She always finds out. After unloading everything on her, she stands up, walks to the kitchen, and comes back with four bottles of vodka. Two in each hand. “It’s too early to drink Hoshino”. She ignores me. She pops the cork off one of the bottles and starts chugging the thing down like water. After drinking half of the bottle, she sets it down and sighs. “You said that Aronohai Miyamura shared your heat with you?”. “Yeah”. I reach for one of the bottles, she smacks my hand away. “These are mine, asshole”. She sneers, hugging them to her chest. Four bottles? Really?. “I’m feeling down too”. I reach for one, she smacks my hand again. “Can’t you just give

Miyamura has been acting odd. So odd, that I find myself wondering if his ruts have any side effects— like extensive brain damage, among other things. “You’re leaning away again”. He stares me down until I move my chair closer to him. “Stop moving”. What the hell is this? I know I’ve joked about Miyamura’s abandonment issues before, but this is something else entirely. I have been working at his desk for the past three days— and it’s been weird. So fucking weird. He literally forced me to work right beside him. And I mean right beside him, with less than five inches of space between us. Less than five inches!. He snaps at me when I turn my head to the other side. When I lean backwards to stretch, he snaps at me— and he still snaps at me when I get up to shake my legs. I always get snapped at. And worst of all— he made me take off my scent patch. My scent patch that I wear to block half of my pheromones so that no one knows what I am truly feeling. Yes, that