Muichiro Blushing Novels & Stories

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

He tidied up his clothes, knocked on the windowpane before casually entering the carriage with a neutral expression. Seiran also tried very hard to control her burning face. She hastily rubbed her nose, inwardly groaned. The rosy color is slowly gone. However, if one looked closer at her earlobes, they would notice, the tip are as red as the ripen tomato. -------- Present time. Mochi is quick in pestering its host. The blue energy ball didn't felt guilty, and it's blatantly ignored the host's jeering look. Mochi also seemed to forget its enmity from before.

Cocong exclaimed irritatedly. "Sorry, I have a wife already," Alfi replied. "Honey, I don't mind if you are gay. I might like it." Megumi said gently. "Well, your wife approves it already!" Cocong exclaimed. "You traitor!" Alfi exclaimed irritatedly. "I'm sorry honey. Actually, I am into BL." Megumi is trembling. It's a good thing you don't know BL. Stay innocent, please! 'Tsk! Hey, Cocong! Aren't you a masochist?! Isn't it okay for you to do you once or twice?!"

Before he could finish, Miu blinked innocently and— Clatter. She let go. The eraser hit the floor. Takuto’s expression froze. “Oops~ My hand slipped,” Miu said with the fakest of apologies, her smirk practically screaming "What are you gonna do about it?" Takuto slowly bent down, retrieved his precious eraser from the dusty classroom floor, and carefully wiped it clean with his sleeve. Outwardly, he was calm. But internally, he had already drafted a detailed document titled: Sanctions Against Yamada Miu

Color floods her cheeks. Interesting. Very interesting. Because Michaela doesn't blush often. She glares. She argues. She threatens bodily harm. But she rarely blushes. Yet here she is. Looking everywhere except my face. And suddenly, I am finding it very difficult to care about anything else.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, and an eerie silence fell over the reception. A familiar, dominant aura filled the air, accompanied by the scent of a luxurious cologne I knew too well I turned. Lo and behold! My eyes met the imposing figure of Mario Bianchi. His tailored blue suit that accentuated his chiseled physique matched the piercing blue of his eyes, and his tattoo was visible above the open collar of his shirt. The room seemed to hold its collective breath as Mario's gaze locked onto mine. I felt my heart skip a beat. The staffs’ gaze shifted from me to Mario, their faces filled with surprise and curiosity.

The way his pale eyes bore into mine as he says it sets my nerves tingling and heart hammering in my chest in a gooey, lovesick weirdo way that only adds to the blush spreading across my cheekbones. “I’ll give you two some privacy. I need to go check on the men, anyway.” Mico shifts from his perch, hearing the change in Alexi and sensing the heaviness of the moment and gets up. He knows when two people need a few moments to have themselves something intimate. Leaving rapidly, which only makes me blush even more.

Although I don't understand why my heat would cause such a problem, the least I can do is try to fix it. My virginity is on the line. Miyamura turns away, hiding his face from me. I watch warily as the tips of his ears turn red. The tips of his ears are…red?. Is he blushing?— Aronohai Miyamura is blushing? “Is that not all? Is there more to it, Si-Miyamura?”. He doesn’t even acknowledge my slip-up. Oh wow. He’s avoiding eye contact. Aronohai Miyamura is avoiding eye contact— the world must be ending. Perhaps, it’s already ended.

Mu Zi was embarrassed and flustered, "Besides eating together, I definitely have to smile, I can't cry." "Then what are you blushing for!" Murong Cheng snapped and drank low, his face showing a scowl. He was very mindful of this matter! Mu Zi was wronged and defended, "How do I know I'm blushing? Maybe ...... maybe I've been drinking, so I'm blushing!"

He blushed at the attention. "W-what? I just want some snacks," he quickly said. "We're not even saying anything," I said in a teasing voice. He glared at me although his cheeks were still burning. "Alright. Seems like no one's going with me. Just—" "Who says no one's going with you?" Mirco and Zen said at the same time. We turned in their direction and like usual when they said something at the same time, they shot each other a glare like it was an automatic response of their body.