Sukuna Sitting Novels & Stories

She winked at me as we turned into their kitchen/dining area. Oh, fuck yes. Sheila is lying naked on the dining table with pieces of sushi strategically placed on her skin with what looks like a shot glass of saki in her navel. “Oh, I love sushi,” I assured her as I looked at the variety of sushi rolls waiting to be eaten off Sheila’s body.

“I’m not flirting. I already have a beautiful wife and three kids at home.” A cheer went up then, which made Sakura chuckle with amusement. Suddenly, she found she was relaxing and didn’t feel as frightened as she had. “Feeling better?” Jason asked. Sakura, still smiling, nodded. “Good,” he said. Mr. Tachibana started instructing the pose he wanted then. “Now, Nicolas-kun, I want you sitting in that chair.” He pointed to the leather one behind the desk. “I want you to look relaxed. Not as powerful or imposing as previously. But don’t smile either. You should look a little arrogant, but not too arrogant.”