Sanemi X Giyuu Spicy Novels & Stories

Seung-ho stumbled over his words, then quickly moved away from Min-a like he was an appealing drug. His jaw clenched hard and he could feel his erection as he walked to his shelf for the various bags of chips he bought recently. Seung-ho took a moment to suppress his arousal then grabbed five of the bags. He dropped them on his counter, causing various cackling sounds, “oh-we have, ginger pepper.” He didn't care for the product name, it was a stock purchase. Picking up a bluish bag, he read off the body, “we have seafood spice,”

she says. “Mine too,” I admit grabbing a piece to bring it to her lips. She doesn’t hesitate, humming as she eats it. Like the café, she’s taking such pleasure in savoring what I recommend and then beams in excitement to continue. “If you like that, you might like this,” she says, grabbing a different sushi roll. “This is Hamachi, with habanero and an eel sauce. Nice and spicy,” she warns with a smile. I take that bite from her, too but regret it almost instantly. The flavor, though good, is accompanied by a spiciness that’s making me cry.