Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Yuki is incredulous. “The girl his family adopted?”
“The correct term is legal ward,” I say with a frown.
He shakes his head. “What is it with you and pseudo-incest? I remember you saying almost the exact same thing when you first saw Vassi Grachyov with Seri Devereux.”
I say smugly. “And I was right, wasn’t I?” Yuki gives me a disgruntled look, and I know I’ve made my point. “I just really have a feeling about those two.”
“I wish him luck then,” Yuki murmurs. “I’d rather he be a lolicon with another girl—-”
“Stop calling him that!” I’m torn between laughing and getting mad. “It’s not funny!”
“And so is all this talk about another man,” Yuki dismisses with a shrug, but the way his eyes are gleaming makes me suspicious. I just know he has something up his sleeve.
“You’re planning something, aren’t you?”
He gives me the most dazzlingly innocent smile. “Just thinking about your bucket list,” he murmurs, “and what I can do to help you with it.”
“Ha!”
But when ten minutes pass, and nothing still happens, I’m torn between guilt and disappointment. We walk past several more eye-catchingly colorful paper-mâché decorations of the festival, something I would usually take dozens of photos of, but I don’t notice them at all this time.
Maybe he was telling the truth?
Then doesn’t that mean I owe him an apology?
Yuki leads us to a path away from the crowds, and I clear my throat. “Sorry—-”
He stops to sit down on an empty bench and tugs me to him.
I tumble onto his lap with a gasp, and when I twist around to look at him, I see Yuki pulling his own mask down.
“Turn around, senpai.” He takes hold of my waist and arranges me on his lap so my back is against his chest, and I’m facing the crowd. “Now, look up.”
Fireworks.
But then I feel Yuki’s hands moving between our bodies, lifting the back of my yukata—-
“Y-Yuki—-”
And then I feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance, and just like that I’m wet and aroused and absolutely terrified we’ll get caught.
“Oh my God, Yuki!” I try to get up, and I actually manage a few inches but when he pulls me back down, I realize it’s deliberate.
My eyes squeeze shut as he impales me with his cock.
Oh. My. God.
And he whispers into my ear, “You wanted us to watch the fireworks together, didn’t you, senpai?”
Aaaaaaah.
“Not. Like. This!” But the last word comes out a gasp, with Yuki having started to move, and his thrusts are absolutely...amazing. They come into me hard and deep, fast and strong—-
“Do you like riding me, senpai?”
“N-not funny.” But I can’t stop my lips from twitching.
“What did I say about lying to me, senpai?” He bites my ear, and I whimper.
“I think you need to be punished,” he murmurs, and I whimper again.
“Yeeeees—-I mean, no.”
And then I feel it.
His hands tightening around my waist as he starts to lift me off his cock.
A moan of protest escapes me as I feel him start to withdraw, and his movement stills.
“It’s your punishment, senpai.”
I let out another whimper, my body writhing in agony at his words.
“I’ll only start moving again...”
His head dips, and my entire body shudders as I feel the slide of his tongue against the side of my neck.
Oh God.
“If you make me feel like I’m the only stud you want to ride.”
“Yuki!” I half-wail, half-moan his name out. We’re in a tanabata, for heaven’s sake, and granted everyone’s preoccupied with the fireworks, but still. “You can’t be serious,” I plead.
But Yuki only smiles.
And then I feel more of his cock slipping out of me.
Oh God, no.
It leaves me feel painfully empty, and before I know it, I’m doing what he wants—-
“N-n-neigh.” I try to make it sound as convincing as possible even as my face burns in mortification. “Neigh, neigh, neigh!”
Yuki’s powerful body rocks behind me, and I realize he’s silently laughing.
“S-senpai.” And now, his voice is shaking, too. “All I was hoping for was a nice little moan—-”
Bloody, bloody, bloody hell.
This is what I get for falling for a god whose special talent is making me lose face.
I try to scramble away, but of course, this god of mine doesn’t let me.
“Don’t go, senpai,” he whispers.
Blast him. Blast him. Blast him.
He knows I can’t go when he uses that voice of his.
“It’s my turn.” His arms tighten around me. “Let me show you how studs fuck.”
And so he does.
The End