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Chapter 30 - 30
Shw didn't give any response
Not even a Yes or a maybe...
What did she mean by Sure?
Yuki broke into sweat, his hands slipping off the necklace. Lucky for him, Aiko caught the necklace before it fell to the ground. "Um, I'd see you later, Miss Tanaka."
"That is Aiko for you, Yuki. You are sweating a lot, are you okay?" Aiko asked, walking to the window to put on the necklace. For a brief second, she stared at it in the mirror, impressed with the intracte designs. "Hey Yuki, where did you get this from—?"
Turning around, she met an empty office with the door left ajar and she laughed, a blush creeping up to her cheeks. "So naive." She grabbed her phone from the charging cord, unplugging it from the cord. She took a seat on the couch, adjusting her sleeveless gown.
Aiko swiped over to her camera app, her fingers tapping it to open.
Click
The camera flashed its light at her face, taking a sharp and bright picture of Aiko. Aiko chuckled softly loving how astonishing she appeared in the photo and brushed her hair behind her ear as she zoomed into the picture. Her index ran through the designs of the necklace, observing how whoever crafted such beauty paid attention to every detail.
"Another picture won't hurt." She screeched cutely, holding up the camera to her face again. She tilted her head, admiring how the chain curved along her collarbone, drawing the eye lower before pouting her lips fully.
Her fingers slid across the screen slowly, a playful smirk rising to her lips.
He left in such a rush...
Wouldn't it be best to send him a picture?
A mischievous glint reached her eyes and without much thought, she held the phone up again—this time, angling the camera just right. She let thin spaghetti strap slip halfway down her shoulders, exposing the full line of her neck, her collarbone, and the full round breast. Her hand rose slowly, while the other held the phone as she used two of her fingers to cover her pink, swollen nipples.
She bit her lips, her reflection in the camera leaving too little to one's imagination.
Click...
Once again, her camera flashed its light against her face and Aiko checked the photo. Her eyes scanned the screen, enjoying the image—Her parted lips, the slight squint in her eyes, the mess of her tousled hair—it all looked effortlessly provocative, the kind of picture that lingered in someone's mind long after they saw it.
Aiko tucked her lower lip between her teeth, staring at the image as her thumb hovered over the share icon.
"Too much?" she whispered to herself, but her smirk only widened.She exited the camera app and opened her laptop on the table and then walked over to her computer, clicking on some keys. The screen lit up.
Aiko sat down, typing quickly. "Yuki Mori, Class D, Section Two..."
His profile popped up in seconds—Academy ID, class standing, aptitude stats, and a surprisingly modest profile photo where he looked... shy. Her smile softened for a beat.
"Cute but hell of a badass at fucking." She copied his contact ID and switched to her personal account on LINE, the popular Japanese messaging app. With a few taps, she added him to the friend section.
Aiko exhaled, biting her fingers nervously before sending him a friend request. At once, it went through and she blinked at her screen calmly.
[AIKO TANAKA REQUESTS TO BE FEIENDS WITH YUKI MORI]
[FRIEND REQUEST ACCEPTED. YOU CAN NOW CHAT WITH YUKI MORI]
Aiko's brows lifted slightly.
He accepted that fast...
Her heart gave a small, eager skip as the chat window opened. For a moment, she just stared at the blinking cursor. Then her fingers began to move:
Aiko: "This looked too good not to share... Thank you for the necklace, Yuki. Don't disappear on me next time."
She leaned back, folding her arms behind her head. Her legs lazily crossed at her knees as she waited for his response.
Knock...
"Don't come in!" Aiko yelled, picking up her clothes from the ground and wearing them. She adjusted her hair, cleaned off any creampie stain from her face and adjusted until everything was perfect. "You can come in."
The door creaked open and the least person she had expected came in. Calmly, Aiko lifted her eyes fully to the man.
"Vice Chancellor Kurosawa?"
*******
Room 304
Yuki wiped the sweat off his forehead as he reached his door. His hands propping on the doorknob to find it slightly turned to open. He opened up the door, entering into the room.
"Eh...?" Yuki froze.
His bed—neatly made that morning—was now covered with luggages. Two duffel bags, a worn-out backpack, and a heavy, zipped trunk sat right where he usually slept. "The fuck Renji just had to dump his bags on my bed?" Yuki muttered in disbelief, stepping in slowly.
At the study desk, Haruto was hunched over a manga, pretending not to hear him. Jun was sprawled on the upper bunk with his hoodie on, his head nodding slightly to the beat of whatever was playing through his earpiece.
Yuki looked around and then asked louder, "When did Renji come back?"
No answer.
He frowned. "You guys deaf or just being jerks?"
Still no response.
With a sigh, he climbed halfway up the bunk bed and yanked Jun's earpiece out of his ear.
"What the hell, Yuki?!" Jun snapped, sitting up quickly, tuning his volume to low as the loud moaning sound of a man resounded in the room.
"The fuck? Are you watching man fuck man? You gay bruh!"
"I ain't gay. Haruto sent me it."
Yuki didn't even bother responding. "You two are messed up," he muttered, hopping down from the bunk. He went over to the study desk, leaning on to see what manga Haruto was reading.
Haruto finally glanced up from his manga, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement with barely no space between Yuki and him. "Don't look at me like that. It's called curiosity. Besides, it had five stars. I was reading a boy love manga and just wanted to see what it's like."
"Man, I don't care if it had ten stars. Just... keep your earphones in next time," Yuki groaned, dragging Renji's bags off his bed one by one, stacking them by the wardrobe. "And seriously, when did he get back?"
Jun shrugged. "About twenty minutes ago. Didn't say a word, just dumped his stuff and left again. Looked drunk. He must have stayed out last night with fucking bet he had it with his mother's coworkers."
"No way, Jun. " Haruto shoved the thoughts, shifting away from desk to have full gaze of the two. "Yeah, probably had some wild orgy, maybe a foursome. That dude can't get enough of those big, juicy asses."
Yuki smirked as he stacked the last bag by the wardrobe and then fell on his bed. "Alright, listen up. I bet that Renji's been busy all night with his girlfriend, Ayumi. If I win, you guys owe me ¥100."
Jun's eyes lit up, always ready to take a bet. "You know you gonna loose right bruh? Both of us know Renji is only using Ayumi because she has a good pussy to fuck? Cause I heard Renji say Ayumi's pussy's tight as hell."
Yuki cracked a grin, shaking his head. "Man, that's brutal—but let's be honest, who doesn't love a good pussy to slam their dick into?"
Haruto burst out laughing, slapping the desk. "Facts! Ain't no shame in that game."
Jun smirked, crossing his arms. "So you really think Renji's gonna keep it steady with Ayumi? Nah, dude's all about the chase, not the catch."
Yuki stretched out. "That's why I'm betting he's done by the week's end. No way he stays loyal with all those other hot pussies waiting."
Haruto pushed his glasses up. "Make it two days. I say Renji ditches Ayumi by then."
Jun slammed his pillow. "Make it three days! Renji's gonna dump her."
Yuki grinned. "Nah, I change my mind. I pick today. Renji's done with that pussy. I know him too well."
"Fuck, Yuki. There's no way you can be right. Renji needs to fuck her one last time before he goes bye-bye with her."
"Yeah right, today and if I win you guys owe me ¥400 each!"
