All Chapters of You’re Courting Me?! (MxM): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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FIFTY-ONE|| Dazed But Hungry

EIGHT-TWENTY PM, NIGHT OF THE GALA. ON THE SECOND FLOOR, INSIDE THE VENUE. “Where is he?”. Miyamura asks the moment he steps out of the room, calmly wiping the blood from his hands with his pocket handkerchief. Misa sighs. She hands him a bottle of water to wash the blood off his hands. He pours it over his hands right there in the hallway. She stares at him in irritation. He barely acknowledges the look. He tilts his head at her, waiting for her to reply to his question. “I thought you preferred torment over killing?”. She replies evenly. The look he gives her is so dark, it has her wincing. “Some things don’t deserve to exist”. “Wow, that’s…harsh”. She says dryly. “My secretary?”. He asks again, this time his tone cold. “He’s in that room”. She points at the room right opposite the one they are standing in front of. Miyamura immediately starts walking towards the room. He is stopped by Misa holding onto his forearm. “The wine was drugged with heat induce

FIFTY-TWO|| To Cry Or To Scream

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.

FIFTY-THREE|| How Dare You!?

“Let me make this clear to all of you…” Misa glares coldly at all the gala guests. “You are all suspects, and there will be an investigation…I expect all of you to cooperate”. No one disagrees— there is not even a whisper of dissent. The absence of over forty percent of the omegas in attendance and their partners is telling. The absence of Aronohai Miyamura and his omega partner seems even more ominous. Someone is going to get fucked, and no one wants to indirectly draw the ire of the Aronohais. So they all hold their peace. “Good”. _____ It’s silent. Why is it so silent?. The silence is too heavy. I open my eyes to a room I don’t recognize— I guess it’s one of the private rooms on the top floor. The entire room carries the chemical smell of scent blockers. Someone tried to erase a particular scent from this room. Why? What happened? Why am I here?. The sheets are twisted around me, they smell fresh. Too fresh. There’s a faint fragrance clinging to the sheets—

FIFTY-FOUR|| Trauma For Both Sides

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

FIFTY-FIVE|| The Real Targets

Miyamura continues making that stupidly crude gesture with his fingers. I want to smack him. Yet, I can’t help but feel relieved. I didn’t lose my first time to an alpha driven wild by his instincts. It would have been hell otherwise. “Do you understand now?”. He stops playing with his fingers and places his palm on his thighs. His thighs. I feel like there is something that I should remember about his thighs…But I don’t want to. I don’t want to remember anymore. Knowing that this happened makes me feel very awkward and out of place. I can’t think about this anymore, I just need to lock it in the titanium box at the deepest part of my mind. “If you don’t, I could tell you more…to jog your memory”. Miyamura says, feigning a look of concern. “You like to lick and…”. “I do not need to know that sir!”. I shout in protest. He should just shut his damn mouth. “You don’t need to be so shy Sorahiko”. He smiles at me. “Your body’s natural response is not…”. I swear it’s a

FIFTY-SIX|| Purely To Help Me

“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

FIFTY-SEVEN|| It Will Happen

The conversation devolves from there— and soon it’s time to go. Miyamura attempts to kidnap me under the guise of ‘driving me home’, but Misa crushes his plans immediately. “I’ll drive him”. She gently grabs my shoulder and steers me toward the door. I have a bad feeling about this. “Drive him? Why?”. Miyamura's hand clamps down on my other shoulder. “Keep your filthy hands off my secretary”. He eyes her hand in disdain. “Sorahiko and I have things to discuss”. She smiles slyly at Miyamura. Can I refuse? I would rather endure the awkward drive with Miyamura than willingly lock myself in a moving vehicle with Succubus. “Things like what?”. His eyes narrow in suspicion. He’s not giving her an inch. “Private things of course, dear brother”. She’s not backing down either. Both their grips on my shoulder tighten. Ow. “With my secretary?”. He sounds ice cold. “Careful brother…”. She leans over my head to talk in his face. “Repeating ‘my secretary’ like that makes

FIFTY-EIGHT|| All Because It’s Over

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

FIFTY-NINE|| Seven Days Of Misery

Miyamura does not come to work for an entire week. In that time, the awkwardness of the forced heat dissipates in my mind. His absence made it easy for me to move past it. Because of my position as his personal secretary, Yamato informed me about the reason for his absence—Aronohai Miyamura is having his tri-annual rut. Isn’t karma lovely?. At first, I thought he wouldn’t take more than three days, but then a week passes and he doesn’t show— not even a whiff of his scent, or a sighting of his presence. The entire company is abuzz with the news of his rut. Eating lunch in the cafeteria has become some kind of ordeal— I can’t count how many people I’ve heard whisper about it. I get it. No matter what he does, Aronohai Miyamura would always be big news. But I have to wonder— A rut lasting an entire week? Isn’t that some sort of hell?. Not for him, but for the person he might be sharing it with. What would sharing a rut with a dominant alpha be like?. It kind of sound

SIXTY|| Extreme Abandonment Issues

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

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