The objection is overruled.
".." Kisaragi Chiyo fell silent. Although what Matsuda said was the truth, having it stated so directly made her feel somewhat guilty. Especially since Hara Kenji was behind her, holding her, intimately biting her earlobe and letting a laugh squeeze out from his throat.
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Author's Note: It hasn't reached the end yet.
Thanks to all the little angels for your support, mwah 0330
Chapter 87
It was like a forced drowning, being thrown from a great height and plummeting into the depths of the ocean.
Icy seawater rushed into my throat and nasal passages, enveloping me with a sensation that was both ruthless and tender, until my brain could no longer think of anything else, I gradually sank into the darkness..
Tiny specks of light flickered incessantly before her eyes, like the scales of a fish.. Having finally regained the ability to breathe on her own, Kisaragi Chiyo opened her mouth and gasped for air in great gulps.
His pupils were unfocused, but when a blurry and familiar figure appeared before him, he instinctively tried to reach out and cling to it. However, this movement was undoubtedly an act of delivering himself, a delicious delicacy, directly to the other's lips.
Like an ignorant sheep, he affectionately and naively threw himself into the hunter's arms.
Thus, Matsuda Jinpei lowered his head without any hesitation, opening his mouth to leave a fresh bite mark at the position of his collarbone.
Wait.. Matsuda.. Hara..
Kisaragi Chiyo's unusual eyes were shimmering with moisture; she gripped Matsuda Jinpei's shoulders tightly, her body trembling incessantly from the stimulation.
He heard his own voice shouting their names frantically, occasionally interspersed with low moans that couldn't help but provoke a sense of shame.
It was truly too much.. Kisaragi Chiyo thought, her face tilted upward and her mind slightly dazed.
“I'm here.”
Hara Kenji's voice came from behind, his hand resting on the young man's waist while his other hand pinched the man's chin, forcing his face around to kiss him.
Hara did not let the kiss deepen; he merely toyed with the other's tongue for a while before pulling away.
"Can we.. stop for a bit.." Kisaragi Chiyo panted, his body going limp. He was held helplessly in Hara Kenji's arms, his heaving chest covered in provocative, ambiguous marks.
"As for that question.." Doctor feigned a moment of contemplation before softly shaking his head. Looking at Kisaragi, who had been left in a mess by the two of them, he gave the other's cheek a tender kiss.
"I can't make that decision myself." Hara's voice, laced with a smile, fell beside Kisaragi Chiyo's ear.
You'll have to ask our Instructor Matsuda about this matter.
The mentioned Instructor Matsuda raised his head, his teal eyes gazing intensely as he looked back with a bewildered expression at Kisaragi Chiyo.
His gaze traveled down from Kisaragi Chiyo's face, sweeping across the young man's slender body, which bore the masterpieces they had left there not long ago.
After a long silence, Matsuda Jinpei let out a light chuckle. He curled his lips into a smirk, pressing both hands onto the youth's thighs in an extremely aggressive posture as he faced Kisaragi Chiyo.
“That depends on how you perform from here on out.”
As he spoke, the pressure from Matsuda Jinpei's hands increased further. The buttons on the young man's shirt had been unintentionally undone at some point, he was currently presenting himself in a state of complete vulnerability, captivating Matsuda Jinpei.
His throat was parched, his canines were itching, he had to do something to fill the hunger and lust within his heart.
Hunger, lust, possession.. they were all twisted together, tearing at his sanity. It made him crave biting into a human's fragile throat, sucking out blood, swallowing bone and flesh into his belly.
What kind of performance?
Kisaragi Chiyo was completely unaware of Matsuda Jinpei's thoughts; he only felt as if he were caught between ice and fire. The icy fingertips resting on his skin and the flames burning within his body made him feel truly uncomfortable.
Moreover, he was currently trapped in the embrace of Hara Kenji, like an animal stuck in a swamp, caught in a dilemma.
Matsuda Jinpei said nothing, but his gaze was truly so deep that it was somewhat frightening.
It was a gaze akin to that of a wild beast; within the teal irises, the dark pupils were narrowed into thin slits, reflecting a soul-piercing light even in the dim lighting.
Kisaragi Chiyo couldn't help but want to shrink back, but where else could she go?
A sharp sting erupted on the back of his neck as Doctor wrapped his arms around his waist, grinding his sharp canines against that small patch of skin.
Matsuda Jinpei likely sensed his hesitation, as his body pressed even closer to him, sandwiching him in between himself and Hara, effectively trapping him in the middle like a piece of bread and cheese.
Based on Kisaragi Chiyo's past experience, he probably wouldn't expect to finish this interaction while remaining sober.
"Don't worry." Hara released the skin that had turned red from his bite, his hands stroking the areas that could make the young man feel comfortable, attempting to soothe him out of his tense state.
I just want to teach you a little bit of new knowledge.
"New knowledge," Kisaragi Chiyo raised an eyebrow, finding the other person's words highly suspicious.
Perhaps, do you know ■■?
"Alright, since you understand.. that's good, darling." Hara Kenji watched the young man's eyes slowly widen and let out a delighted laugh.
"In that case, there's no need for our Instructor Matsuda to demonstrate it first." Hara lowered his eyes, his gaze falling upon the young man's soft, glistening lips that were being kissed.
"Of course, it will all be gradual at first." The Evil Spirit rubbed its head stickily against the young man's face, but the tentacles controlled by him moved with a hint of roughness.
The pure white, translucent tip of the tentacle easily squeezed between the lips, until it filled the mouth and probed deep into the throat.
..
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Kisaragi Chiyo woke up relatively late, leaving him alone in the bedroom.
When he propped himself up and got out of bed, he still felt physically and mentally exhausted; yesterday, their antics had indeed been a bit crazy.
It was originally just on the sofa, but for some reason, it ended up developing further in other places.
One really must be wary of sweet words.
Once Kisaragi Chiyo thought back to the absurd things they had done, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks flush. She despised her own wavering in her heart. To think that with just a few words and a few more affectionate nuzzles, she had actually agreed to those two fellows' requests.
When her legs hit the floor, they still felt a bit weak and sore, but it didn't prevent her from walking normally.
Kisaragi Chiyo rolled up the sleeves of her pajamas and walked into the bathroom to prepare for washing up.
The large, square mirror above the sink clearly reflected the raven-haired youth's slightly swollen lips, as well as the mottled marks trailing down from his neck and disappearing into the collar of his pajamas.
The cold water entering his mouth brought a strange sense of discomfort, causing Kisaragi Chiyo to frown. Only after he had meticulously cleaned his mouth three times did he finally allow himself a reprieve.
That sensation of being completely filled, a suffocating feeling, still lingered in his throat. He couldn't remember exactly how many times they had taught him new knowledge yesterday in an attempt to make his body remember; nor was he certain whether he had accidentally swallowed the other person's things during the teaching process.
Perhaps not, or perhaps both.
Kisaragi Chiyo didn't want to think too deeply about it for the moment. Although he had indeed enjoyed it both physically and mentally, if there were a next time, he thought he would still refuse such crazy three-person mutual assistance.
Kisaragi Chiyo's good mood lasted only for a short while; when he took off his pajamas and stood before the full-length mirror, his expression sank completely.
Her entire body was in a wretched state, with her chest being a particularly heavy disaster zone; there were still lingering bite marks and hickeys on her waist and back.
Although Doctor could treat wounds through special methods, those suggestive marks left behind inch by inch by the two of them would not fade.
It was just like a beast busy marking its territory, desperate to leave its claim on every possible spot. Aside from the areas that could be covered by clothing, not an inch of the wrists or neck—the parts that could be exposed—was spared by the two of them.
Kisaragi Chiyo's expression reached a peak of ugliness when she discovered a bite mark still remained on her inner thigh.
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The bacon and egg toast, lightly toasted for a few minutes until fragrant and soft, features golden yolks that are still slightly runny. The mayonnaise specially added between the egg and bacon is the secret recipe that makes the toast even more delicious. Once it comes out of the oven, sprinkle a bit of chopped parsley on top—ta-da!
The signature heart-shaped breakfast is successfully completed!
Then, he added some button mushrooms and asparagus, along with black pepper sausages and fruit to the plates.
Hara Kenji hummed a song while wandering around the kitchen in an apron, using his tentacles to serve three breakfasts onto the dining table, while he himself used a frother to whip the milk and made three lattes with heart-shaped latte art.
Matsuda Jinpei was already sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper that Hara had picked up on his way back from grocery shopping and walking him.
Opening the first page, there was a report about the Ghost Vigilante appearing in Tokyo at night.
Doctor had never given up on his little hobby, Kisaragi Chiyo had always been very encouraging of it. Although Matsuda felt that Kisaragi was being a bit too clingy at times, making him want to find some personal space to be alone for a while.
Or rather, that guy was just waiting for Hara to go out, punch some bad guys, kick some evil spirits, come back to tell him some novel material about the strange stories he encountered.
"Don't you always insist on field research and firsthand experience?" One day, while Doctor was out on an assignment, Matsuda Jinpei stayed at home tinkering with models and casually asked Kisaragi Chiyo, who was lying on the sofa reading a book.
Kisaragi Chiyo, who was reading a particularly exciting part of her book, did not even lift her head, merely offering a few distracted, noncommittal hums in response.
"Everyone has moments when they just want to be lazy, right?" Kisaragi Chiyo replied, her eyes fixed intently on her book.
Although Doctor's neighbors are quite interesting, they aren't quite interesting enough to make me want to visit them in person.
"Don't you have a notebook where you've recorded many urban legends and ghost stories?" Matsuda Jinpei asked again. He also did not look up, his breathing low and controlled, as he carefully attached the last few parts of the model.
That's why I said I want to be lazy.
Before the current material is finished, I absolutely do not want to become famous and have to go looking for new material.
“Novels, daydreaming, TV shows, playing with cats and dogs.. anything is much more interesting than work.” After seeing that the killer was indeed the same person she had suspected, Kisaragi Chiyo put down her book with satisfaction. She lay on her side on the sofa, watching Matsuda install the final component.
"Mission accomplished." Matsuda Jinpei wiped his forehead and let out a sigh of relief.
Congratulations, congratulations." Kisaragi Chiyo clapped her hands in praise. "Truly amazing.
Can you be any more perfunctory?
"My apologies. I am truly sorry for failing to make Lord Matsuda feel my sincerity!" Kisaragi Chiyo said, her voice completely devoid of emotion.
"If you're going to apologize, you should show some sincerity, shouldn't you?" Matsuda Jinpei stood up and approached Kisaragi Chiyo, a large shadow falling from above and blocking the light source.
It was a brief touch, a kiss that was gone as soon as it began.
It wasn't deep, just an ordinary, casual kiss.
"By the way, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to be doing this behind Doctor's back?" Kisaragi Chiyo suddenly began to ponder this question with a sense of boredom.
"If you want, we can even kiss right in front of him," Matsuda Jinpei said, pushing Kisaragi Chiyo's shoulder to make her move further inside before sitting down close to her, their bodies pressing against each other.
"It's not that I want it like this." Kisaragi felt that Matsuda was being somewhat unreasonable; there was clearly an empty sofa, yet he insisted on coming over to occupy Kisaragi's seat.
"It's just my opinion.." Kisaragi Chiyo carelessly stuffed the book she had finished reading under a throw pillow. Under the indulgence and care of Hara Kenji, she was becoming increasingly casual and easygoing, causing Kisaragi Chiyo to have a rare moment of self-reflection.
“Think what?”
Doesn't the way we are acting right now seem like we're having an affair?
Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but let out a sneer upon hearing those words. Turning his face slightly, he asked Kisaragi Chiyo in a rhetorical tone, "Don't you and Kenji do things like that when I'm not around?"
"That's true." Kisaragi Chiyo was quickly convinced.