Suki Kirai Novels & Stories

Dante murmured as he kept sucking, licking, and biting my nipple. I could feel the wetness pool between my legs, begging him to take me. “Dante,” I purred. “I need you.” “Patience, Suki,” Dante grinned as he kissed down my stomach. “What did you just call me?” I asked. Did he just call me Suki? My mom says that to my dad. It is kind of a term of endearment. It means ‘like’ technically in Japanese, but some people use it for ‘I love you’ or ‘love’.

"The name that the people call you? That's not your name. You know that. They could label you with anything they like. But I need to know your name. Will you deny me the privilege?" "It is forbidden." "Say the law," Uche smiled weakly, "but you forget that I am the law." She took a deep breath and pulled him to herself, "my name" she whispered for his ears alone, "is Sachi" "Sachi" Uche pulled away, "will you spend the rest of your life with a mortal man like me?" "Oh my love, it will be my pleasure." Sachs groaned but before their lips met, a loud gong resounded and the music and screams of the people ceased.

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✧ ✧ ✧ Suki, back in her human form, exhaled as she gripped her chamomile tea. The two were sitting in the living room, in silence, beside the fireplace, watching the embers of the flame dance as they enjoyed their beverages and tried to piece together everything. Running her fingers through her hair and tugging at her thick strands, Suki finally broke the silence, “There is only one thing I can do.” Erin hummed, fiddling with her mug. “You have to pick one.” Suki nodded slowly. Shaking her head, “How is this not an easy choice for you? Surely you’d pick–”

I was kind of expecting Ban but to think our lady here is als- Ban: KIRI Tem: Hmmm? Ban: She has a name now. Kiri Luna Luxuria. Lux: Huhh!!! You.- how. When was it made official? Kiri: No it isn't official yet… Ban you didn't have to be in such a hurry. Ban: Haha. Sorry about that.

I said to Olivia, holding a hand out to her. Ren’s kid easily slipped away and charged at me in Olivia’s place. She took my hand and gave it a little shake. “Konnichiwa. I’m Tachibana Suki," she said, taking a little bow, before righting her body with alarming speed and offering me a toothy smile. "Are you my daddy? I thought you were my ojisan,” she said with quizzical eyes, mistakenly thinking I was talking to her. Suki cocked her head to the side.

“‘Really? I don’t know bout that. Sveta from 307 said she could hear Lorelei crying hysterically last night, probably after she and her gang realized what they had done. They’re probably more scared than they’re letting on.’ “‘As they should be. I think I remember that kid now. The quiet type. Like he just wanted to be left alone and not call any attention to himself. Too bad. His only mistake was getting played by a player.’ “‘Is tonight’s Undersea Dance gonna rock or what?’ the second kunoichi asked out of the blue, instantly changing the subject. “At this question, a beaming smile spread on the first kunoichi’s face, from her eyes down to her made-up lips. “Unable to bear the happy sight,

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

He understood that Ryna likely summoned these women to destroy him. Cyan grinned and took the arm of the influencer before turning to Kaze. “I hope you don’t take what she said to heart, Kaze. My friend can be blunt. “Let me introduce you to Mika Suka. She’s a hit in TikTok. Her live streams have more viewers than me.” “Mika Suka?” Kaze raised a brow. “A Ryokanian?” The influencer spoke in fluent Arcadian. Kaze could not tell that she was from Ryokan.

I was right. He does need to be in control after what happened today. He’s tied me up completely with the rope, my arms pinned to my sides, my thighs pressed together, which instantly tells me that I’m not going to get much satisfaction out of today. He uses his fingertips, the pinwheel, the strands of the Nine Tails to graze my skin, to tease me, to make me shiver, for hours. I have the corset on, and nothing else at this point. I just sit patiently on my knees, waiting for the moment of impact. When it comes, when the Nine Tails smacks against the top of my thigh, my core instantly floods my underwear with wetness.