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Wuyang knew he had a problem. It wasn't like he was unaware.
Said problem consumed every waking moment of Wuyang's life as of recent, plaguing his mind with impure thoughts—Hell, it was even fair to say the problem had started to occupy Wuyang's dreams with the way his underwear was left in the morning.
What was his perverted problem, one may ask? Honestly, almost anyone could tell you—besides Mizuki, oblivious to the issue surrounding him.
And his cunt.
The simple fact that Mizuki had a cunt had taken over Wuyang's mind. Maybe it was the way he found out, or the fact he was already in the height of what happened to be an innocent, unrequited crush on the other man. Either way, it had been the first time Wuyang got to hang out with Mizuki—alone. He buzzed with excitement then, the simple proximity with Mizuki as they sipped on Hana's soju. Maybe it was the fact he was a little tipsy, or the fact Mizuki didn't have that damn mask on for once, or that their legs were touching, Mizuki's prosthetic arm resting between them, but something had prompted Wuyang to blurt:
"Is it awkward using your arm for certain things?"
Mizuki hummed, shrugging as he took a small sip from his glass. "I mean, I guess—I've always been ambidextrous so it doesn't bother me using my right arm more? Gets sore sometimes, if anything. I guess it's easier to sleep on this one when I take it off." Mizuki chuckled softly, patting at his shoulder. Wuyang was certain Mizuki was going to touch his arm, for some stupid reason, and froze. "Why do you ask?"
Wuyang blushed, stammering, "N–No reason! Just curious, that's all—"
"I mean, I can't really use this arm to wash my hair or, um…" Mizuki's voice trailed off. Wuyang furrowed his eyebrows together, tilting his head to the side like a dog—confused. It was Mizuki's turn to flush red. "Other activities where it may get…wet."
Wuyang paused for a moment, blinking, eyes still narrowed. "Swimming…?"
Mizuki burst out laughing. "No, I—oh, my God. I can't jerk off with this arm, idiot."
Wuyang blinked. He tried not to explode with the blood rushing—well, everywhere. His head felt fuzzy. His cock twitched. "Oh!"
"Yeah. 'Oh.'"
"It's not a bad 'oh!'" Wuyang shook his head, grabbing onto Mizuki's arm. Wuyang's heart may have skipped a beat when Mizuki looked up at him, still a bit flushed, eyes wide. "I mean, who doesn't jerk off? I'd be lying if I said I didn't, y'know?" Wuyang was rambling, but he couldn't stop, especially as Mizuki began to smile at him. "I mean, if I weren't in this pseudo-dorm with all of you guys, trust that I would have like, twelve sex toys in my room."
"Twelve?" Mizuki laughed. His grin lit up the room. Wuyang wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or just being around Mizuki that made him feel so dizzy.
"I mean, probably not twelve—"
"I have one here," Mizuki suddenly confessed. Wuyang swallowed his words. "It's, uh, how I prefer to get myself off."
"Can I be nosy and ask what it is?" Wuyang said, clearing his throat before it could give out on him. The tension was palpable. Wuyang thought it tasted quite lovely, heavy on his tongue.
"Um—a vibrator."
"Oh, I've only seen guys use vibrators on their dicks in porn. Does that really feel good?" Wuyang asked out of plain curiosity. But Mizuki shot him a look.
"You've watched gay porn?"
Wuyang shot him a look back. "I'm literally bisexual."
"Oh. Okay," Mizuki said. Wuyang couldn't help but notice how he licked his lips. There was a long pause between them before Mizuki inhaled sharply and said, "I—I don't have a dick, Wuyang."
"Oh, okay. That's chill."
There wasn't any term to describe the dichotomy between how absolutely chill and not chill everything was, just like there wasn't any term to describe exactly the way Wuyang's chest tightened up, seeming to stop and speed up at the same time. He felt dizzy, so he took a long swig of soju—hoping to feel even dizzier.
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Over the next week or so, it all fell into place for Wuyang. The way Mizuki waited to go last when showering or when using the restroom, making sure nobody was looking, unaware of Wuyang's peeping. The way Mizuki always adjusted the waste and of his pants, making sure they sat just right—not too high up, but not too low to reveal the lace of his underwear that Wuyang had the privilege of peering at when Mizuki was adjusting his shirt. The way his cunt would feel wrapped around Wuyang's cock—
If it was a problem before for Wuyang, he was in the middle of a catastrophe now. He couldn't be around Mizuki without something going wrong, without having to sneak away to the bathroom so he could will away his erection. Anran already noticed before, which was par for the course—she could read Wuyang like a book, after all—but once others took notice and asked her questions.
Anran crossed her arms as she told Wuyang the things people had asked her. With each quote, Wuyang's face got redder, hotter, and by the time Anran was done, he had buried his face in his hands, groaning like he was stabbed. Anran sat at the foot of his bed and sighed.
"So, this is me asking you," Anran said, offering a pursed smile as Wuyang raised his head and turned his neck toward her, "are you okay? Do you need to talk? Do I need to kill someone for you? Because I will kill someone for you—"
"Anran." Wuyang groaned, letting out a sigh. "You don't need to kill anyone. And I'm alright. I just—I would talk to you about it but it's just—it's weird because it's about—"
"Sex?"
Wuyang buried his face in his hands once more, nodding weakly. Anran laughed.
"Did you already fuck Mizuki? Wow, bold move—"
Wuyang's eyes widened, tackling Anran as he shushed her. She cackled.
"Would you shut up? He goes to bed late," Wuyang spoke in a harsh whisper. Anran continued to giggle as they both sat up, facing one another. Wuyang pressed his back against the wall near the head of the bed, though gave Anran the pillow for her back. She smiled, yet waggled her eyebrows at him. Wuyang tilted his head in confusion.
"You know when he goes to bed, have seen him without his mask—what else?" Anran said. Wuyang sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I don't want to fuck it up, I guess," Wuyang murmured.
"I don't think Mizuki's the kind of guy to really care about stuff like that once he's into someone, if you know what I mean."
"But what if he's not into me?"
Anran snorted. "Yeah. Okay. Funny."
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Wuyang wasn't sure how he was supposed to apply his newfound confidence. Or when. All he could think about were possible scenarios which could occur instead, laying in bed awake for hours, unaware of the time passing.
"Hey, it's late."
Mizuki's voice was soft as he spoke, knocking on the doorframe. The door had already swung wide open, left that way as Wuyang stared at his ceiling and daydreamed.
(Albeit, Wuyang's daydreams were rather pornographic, and the fact that he was half-hard due to his own vivid imagination was quite frankly his own fault. But once again, Wuyang got lost in time, in his own thoughts, thinking about how he could make Mizuki feel good. The fact that his door was open was just happenstance.)
Now, again, one may ask if their curiosity ventured into the same realm of perversion as Wuyang: what had him so worked up already—without even touching himself?
The answer was simple. Mizuki. Him, and the fact that no other person had ever taken over Wuyang's brain, heart and dick in such a breathtaking way before. Wuyang worried about him. He thought about Mizuki constantly—wondering what the other man would say if he were next to him. He wanted to hold Mizuki's hand. Wuyang wanted to kiss him—both tenderly, and not.
And as of recent, Wuyang wanted to fuck Mizuki. Plain and simple. He wanted to feel Mizuki's cunt wrapped around his cock as he plowed into the other man. Wuyang
Wuyang was thinking of just that—fucking Mizuki until he cried—before the other man appeared in his doorframe. He sat up straight and covered his clothed bulge with a pillow, smiling awkwardly. Mizuki furrowed his eyebrows, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
Oh, God, please kill me now—
Mizuki sat next to Wuyang on the twin sized mattress, sighing. Wuyang could tell he had been getting ready for bed, so it really must've been late. It was rare for anyone to see Mizuki without his mask, but Wuyang had been privy to the sight twice now. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Trouble sleeping?"
Mizuki's eyelashes dusted his cheekbones, delicate, soft, as he blinked at Wuyang. Wuyang's chest tightened. All he could do was nod. Mizuki clicked his tongue.
"Same," Mizuki said with a sigh, laying back on Wuyang's bed, sprawled out before the other man. Wuyang tried not to stare—or drool, for that matter—as Mizuki's black t-shirt lifted with his arms, revealing Mizuki's abdomen, toned, ivory skin—
"You've been off recently, anyway. Maybe talking about it will help you sleep."
Mizuki's eyes flicked over to Wuyang as the latter's mouth dried, eyes widening. Mizuki quirked an eyebrow.
"I—uh, it's nothing, really," Wuyang stammered, laughing awkwardly, with the same dryness that was spreading to his throat. He coughed, and Mizuki just continued to stare. "I've—well, um, you see, it's really a funny story if you think about it. I've been having these dreams—"
"Dreams?" Mizuki asked as he rolled over onto his side. Wuyang swallowed, but his mouth was full of sand.
"Yeah, uh—well, it's not really that funny, but, you see—"
"Are you hard, Wuyang?"
The sudden realization that Mizuki could more than likely see the way his cock stood erect underneath the pillow in his lap stunned Wuyang to silence. Mizuki just kept blinking, pursing his lips in frustration.
"I'm not that stupid, Wuyang. I've noticed you staring," Mizuki mumbled while one of his hands snaked underneath the pillow, propping his head up with the other. Wuyang whimpered. "Am I wrong? Or am I right?"
"You're r-right—mmph…"
Mizuki was upright in an instant, swiftly pulling the pillow from Wuyang's lap and placing his palms on the latter's thighs instead, all while he interrupted Wuyang's ramblings with a kiss. Wuyang let out a long, wistful sigh as he melted into Mizuki, smiling, wrapping his arms around Mizuki's waist, pulling the other man further into his lap. Mizuki gasped into their kiss, slotting his legs on the outside of Wuyang's thick thighs—resting his cunt directly atop Wuyang's cock, which had somehow gotten harder in a matter of mere minutes. Wuyang flushed a deeper shade of red upon feeling his cock pulsate, just barely skimming against Mizuki's clothed cunt.
"Were your dreams about me?" Mizuki mumbled between kisses, grinding his hips against Wuyang's. A shockwave of pleasure coursed throughout Wuyang's body. The outline of Mizuki's cunt was not only becoming visible, but Wuyang could feel it with each brush of their hips. He nodded quickly, unable to speak once again. Mizuki grinned, tangling his fingers between Wuyang's long hair. "Did you come thinking about my pussy, Wuyang? Huh?"
"I did," Wuyang said. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips to suppress a moan as Mizuki moved to his neck, probably leaving marks with each bite—turning the bruises deeper shades as he sucked against the tender skin. Wuyang's cock leaked into his boxers. "I'm sorry, I just—"
"Don't be sorry," Mizuki said, pulling back suddenly. "You want to know how that makes me feel?"
Wuyang nodded.
Mizuki took hold of one of Wuyang's hands, shoving it down the front of his shorts—and panties, apparently, as they were drenched, soaking the back of Wuyang's hand that Mizuki was suddenly grinding on. Wuyang could only stare, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, while Mizuki canted his hips against his index and middle finger, labia spreading apart for the other man's digits. Mizuki wrapped his arms around Wuyang's shoulders, mewling.
"Don't stop, just like that," Mizuki panted. "Need you to finger me before you fuck me, anyway—"
"Wait, you want me to fuck you?" Wuyang said. Mizuki scoffed.
"No, I just said that for the hell of it." Mizuki rolled his eyes. "Of course I want you to fuck me."
Wuyang continued to nod, swallowing thickly. Mizuki huffed out a laugh and kissed him, sweetly, deeply. Wuyang was dizzy, head fuzzy and full of Mizuki as he rolled his hips against his fingers. Wuyang let Mizuki use him like a toy, eager to be played with if it was for the other man's pleasure. And if Wuyang was getting the right impression, Mizuki was feeling quite good as he whined into Wuyang's mouth, furrowing his eyebrows together.
"Inside—need you to—"
Wuyang took the obvious hint, prodding his index finger at the entrance of Mizuki's cunt—slick and wet, just as eager—all while Mizuki took the opportunity to sink down onto his digit, taking him to the second knuckle. Wuyang wasn't sure what he was expecting, but the feeling of Mizuki's cunt was enough to cause him to whimper. Imagining the hot, wet textured walls traveling up and down his cock sent Wuyang's head spinning.
"You're so wet—holy shit—" Wuyang gasped. A trail of spit connected them as Mizuki pulled back with a dazed grin plastered on his face.
"Lay back. I wanna see what I'm dealing with," Mizuki said, and suddenly, Wuyang was on his back, cock freed from his shorts as Mizuki trapped the other man's head between his thighs. Mizuki's shorts were thrown to the floor, underwear pulled to the side to expose both of his holes which hovered above Wuyang's face. Wuyang salivated at the sight—Mizuki's winking asshole, his fat pussy that glistened with slick, practically dripping over Wuyang's face—while Mizuki hummed, grabbing Wuyang's aching cock and smacking it against his cheek. Loud, wet thwacking noises echoed throughout the small room, and it took everything in Wuyang's power to keep his hips still. Mizuki giggled, laughing all while he licked a stripe from root to tip on the side of Wuyang's shaft. "I don't think I can even fit your whole dick in my mouth. My God."
As if to test his theory, Mizuki took the head of Wuyang's cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip, moaning while he did so. If it was hard for Wuyang to keep still before, it was near impossible as Mizuki took his cock farther and farther into his mouth. As an attempt to keep his impulses elsewhere, he focused on the second thing occupying his mind and tentatively started to make out with Mizuki's cunt. Sloppy kisses were pressed against Mizuki's leaking hole. Unlike Wuyang, who did his best to keep his hips still, Mizuki pressed his dripping pussy against Wuyang's face.
But Wuyang didn't mind being smothered. He grabbed at Mizuki's perky asscheeks, kneading the soft flesh as he was allowed deeper access into Mizuki's cunt. Wuyang moaned, nosing against Mizuki's perineum, pressing his tongue deeper into Mizuki's cunt. He fucked Mizuki with his tongue, sloppy and messy, while the latter squirmed atop of him. In his plight, Mizuki went back to savoring Wuyang's cock, choking on it as he bobbed his head up and down the thick, heavy shaft. With a free hand, Mizuki kneaded Wuyang's balls. He felt them churn in his grasp—and his cunt twitched in anticipation.
Wuyang smacked Mizuki's ass, lifting the other man's hips off of his face as he gasped for air. Mizuki, on the other hand, was forced farther down onto Wuyang's cock as a result of gravity. Lewd gagging and choking noises escaped past Mizuki's nostrils, the sides of his mouth as saliva came out in bubbles. Wuyang groaned, unable to contain his hips any for any longer as he thrusted his cock deeper into Mizuki's throat, suffocating the other man with his dick as he fucked his mouth. Tears poured from Mizuki's eyes. At the same time, his cunt gushed, twitching every time Wuyang's cock gave him a hint of air—before the shaft thrusted deeper into his throat, choking and gagging him. Wet sounds escaped with each pistoned thrust, each pornographic gag on Wuyang's cock.
Until Wuyang pulled Mizuki off of his cock and flipped him on his back, settling between his legs.
"What are you doing?" Mizuki asked, his voice hoarse as he slurred his words. Wuyang grinned as he looked up, meeting Mizuki's gaze.
"Fingering you, like you asked me to."
So, Wuyang did as he said and pushed two of his digits into Mizuki's drenched cunt, causing the other man to toss his head back and moan, a high-pitched whine dragged out through his throat. Wuyang scissored his fingers apart, spreading Mizuki's hole while he pushed and pulled his digits in and out. Mizuki's cunt swallowed him eagerly, accepting Wuyang's fingers as his walls clenched, pulsating. With his thumb, Wuyang toyed with Mizuki's clit, pulling back the hood to expose his tiny t-cock.
"Wait, that's sensitive—ngh!" Mizuki cried out, thigh clenching around Wuyang's head once again as the latter latched his mouth onto the former's clit and sucked—hard. Mizuki panted, choking on his own moans as Wuyang devoured his cunt, fucking him with his fingers simultaneously. The iron grip of Mizuki's thighs loosened as wet schlicking noises escaped from his hole. More and more precum dripped from Wuyang's fingers and onto the mattress. Mizuki continued to pant, whining. "Wuyang, I'm—I-I think I'm close."
Wuyang pulled off of Mizuki's clit with a resounding wet pop! He furrowed his brows.
"You think?" Wuyang questioned before he dove back in. Mizuki whimpered. Wuyang looked up, eyes wide and pleading as he took in the sight before him—Mizuki's toned abdomen rising and falling quickly, the way he held onto his chin, covering his mouth while whines slipped past his fingertips. Mizuki's face was flushed red like his t-cock, swollen and erect, only deepening in its shade as Wuyang continued to indulge. Another wet popping sound echoed throughout the small room and Wuyang was giggling. Mizuki furrowed his brows, groaning, canting his hips at a quicker pace than the leisurely speed Wuyang's fingers moved at. A frustrated moan tumbled from Mizuki's mouth. "Do you think you can take me?"
"One more," Mizuki said, biting down on his lip. "Give me another, then I'll be good."
"And what if you come before that?" Wuyang asked, a teasing lilt in his tone as he inserted another finger. Mizuki's jaw went slack. He stared at Wuyang, awestruck while his cunt throbbed. Wuyang grinned, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Mizuki's cunt while he spread open the latter's cunt. Mizuki cried out, shoving his knuckles between his teeth to muffle the sounds that spilled past his lips as Wuyang curled his fingers against the other man's G-spot. The wet sloshing of Mizuki's cunt was likely loud enough to be heard from outside the door, but neither of the two men could bring themselves to care, especially when Mizuki squirted without warning, hips stuttering. Wuyang didn't flinch, only lapping up the remaining squirt that resided atop Mizuki's cunt.
Mizuki continued to tremble as Wuyang sat up, positioning his cock between Mizuki's folds. Wuyang swallowed, throat bobbing. Mizuki grabbed onto Wuyang's hand. Wuyang looked down as Mizuki squeezed their palms together.
"Make me come again, Wuyang," Mizuki whispered.
Wuyang pushed his cock in slowly, leaning forward to kiss Mizuki as his girthy shaft breached the other man's cunt. Mizuki moaned into Wuyang's mouth and wrapped his legs around Wuyang's hips. The warm wetness of Mizuki's cunt enveloped him, holding him close. It took everything in Wuyang's power not to slam his hips forward selfishly, but the whimpers Mizuki let out into his mouth made it worth the wait, especially as Mizuki gasped, eyes fluttering open when Wuyang bottomed out. Mizuki pulled back the slightest amount, staring at Wuyang in awe, trembling beneath him. His cunt convulsed, twitching as if it wanted to milk Wuyang dry before they even started. Wuyang exhaled a shaky breath, offering a lopsided smile as he looked down at Mizuki.
"You're big," Mizuki said with a poignant swallow punctuating his sentence, "Y-You're gonna have to go slow, okay?"
Wuyang nodded, eyes wide, practically pouring out concern atop of Mizuki. He stayed as still as he could, beside his thumb stroking Mizuki's hand.
"Do you want to stop?" Wuyang asked.
Mizuki shook his head, scoffing. "No. I'm not that fragile—it's just, um…" Mizuki's voice trailed off. He turned his head to the side, pursing his lips. "I've never done this, alright?"
Wuyang blinked. If it was even possible, his eyes widened even further, panic seeping into his veins.
"Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop—it's okay. I don't want to force you or anything—"
"Wuyang!" Mizuki grabbed him by the cheeks. Wuyang pouted. "I'm serious. If you don't fuck me soon, I'm gonna get pissed. I want you to be my first, alright?"
Wuyang could barely process the weight of Mizuki's words, only making a mental note to come back to that later once he completed the task at hand, which was fucking Mizuki's brains out.
So Wuyang grabbed one of Mizuki's hands and pressed a kiss to his palm before sliding his cock out slowly, languidly—before sliding it back in at the same painstaking pace.
Mizuki mewled, gasping as his eyes fluttered shut, hands intertwining with Wuyang's then falling back onto the mattress. Mizuki looked beautiful like this—naked, sprawled out beneath Wuyang on his bed, taking his cock. Wuyang wanted to take a picture, memorialize Mizuki's beauty somehow, so he stared, taking in the sight that was Mizuki Kawano.
"You feel so good," Mizuki said, sighing softly. "Harder, Wuyang."
"You—haah—sure?" Wuyang grimaced, abdomen tensing. Mizuki nodded quickly, as if confirming any slower would cause Wuyang to disobey. A choked moan escaped through Mizuki's throat as he closed his eyes, tossing his neck back on Wuyang's pillow.
"I've never been more sure of something in my life," Mizuki said, a crooked smile fixed upon his lips. Wuyang couldn't help it—he leaned down and kissed him, sweet, soft; unlike the pace of his hips. He sped up, cock twitching as it slid in and out at a faster speed. Obscene, wet sloshing noises came from Mizuki's cunt with each thrust, a melody of Mizuki's mewls and whimpers muffled by Wuyang's lips, their naked skin slapping against one another's. Wuyang pressed his forehead against Mizuki's, sweat slicking the skin as it dripped from his hairline. Mizuki tangled his arms around Wuyang's shoulders, legs spread wide as his ankles loosely locked behind Wuyang's back. Another soft, wistful sigh came from Mizuki's lips as he stared up at Wuyang.
"You're beautiful."
Wuyang was certain he was about to die, chest tightening up as a heavy tidal wave of emotions washed over him. He blinked the tears from his eyes and kissed Mizuki's cheek, peppering kisses all over his face. Mizuki laughed, giggling as his cheeks grew wide with a grin. Mizuki tilted Wuyang's face toward his own, kissing him deeper, intensity not found in their previous kisses. Wuyang groaned. His lips were swollen when Mizuki pulled back, a trail of spit connecting them.
"Now make me come like I asked."
Wuyang licked his lips, shaking his head as he grinned. "You're in for it."
"Am I? I thought I was in for it earlier, but maybe you'll actually—ohhh… My God, Wuyang—!"
"So fuckin' pretty. Nngh—I-I mean, you always look pretty, but especially like this—shit, I'm close—" Wuyang babbled, angling his hips deeper. His cock seemed to bump against something with each thrust due to the new angle, and each time Wuyang's cock thrust all the way inside, bumping against something, Mizuki cried out. His staccato moans filled the air alongside his unsteady breathing, the noises of skin slapping against skin and Mizuki's drenched cunt simply taking each thrust Wuyang gave him—
Mizuki came first. Without any warning, he squirted for the second time, cunt pulsating around Wuyang's shaft as it continued to slide in and out of his twitching hole. Wuyang cursed, burying his neck in the crook of Mizuki's neck. His orgasm was within reach, so extremely close—so he pounded into Mizuki, mumbling apologies into his skin as Mizuki continued to moan. Wuyang's rhythm was unsteady but allowed him release soon after Mizuki found his. Wuyang stilled slowly grinding his hips in a circular motion as he continued to come—rope after rope of hot, sticky semen filling Mizuki's womb.
"You did so good, 'Zuki," Wuyang mumbled alongside the kisses he pressed into Mizuki's skin. Mizuki trembled beneath him, still twitching. "You feeling okay?"
"Mhmm," Mizuki hummed.
Wuyang attempted to pull out, but Mizuki wrapped his legs around him as he yawned. "Stay for a little longer. It's comfy."
Wuyang looked at the other man, puzzled, but did as he said, slowly resting his body weight atop of Mizuki as the latter stroked his hair. They sat in silence for awhile—Mizuki playing with Wuyang's hair with his eyes closed as Wuyang stared at Mizuki, admiring each feature on his body.
"How long have you known?"
Mizuki's eyes cracked open as he hummed. "Known what?"
Wuyang pursed his lips. "About me… liking you."
Mizuki smiled. "Awhile, if I'm being honest."
Wuyang groaned.
"I thought it was really cute, at first," Mizuki continued, "and then I thought about it some more. And I realized: Oh, my God. I kinda like this guy."
"Kind of?" Wuyang scrunched his nose, face souring. Mizuki laughed before pressing a kiss to Wuyang's nose, then his lips.
"Okay, maybe more than kind of. Maybe enough to actually… I don't know. I don't like getting close to people, but you're… You're different, somehow. You make me feel safer."
Wuyang's heart raced. A thousand miles per hour—maybe even faster than light. He licked his lips, swallowing the lump in his throat.
"I really like you, Mizuki," Wuyang whispered.
"Me too." Mizuki smiled.
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"So, how did you sleep last night?" Anran asked when Wuyang walked into the communal kitchen. She waggled her eyebrows, and Hana snickered. Illari scoffed, walking out of the room, bumping into Wuyang on the way out. Wuyang furrowed his brows in confusion as he approached his sister and the other women grabbing breakfast.
"What do you mean?" Wuyang asked in return. Kiriko tapped him on the neck from behind, and Wuyang winced, causing the two girls in front of him to burst out into laughter. He frowned, as Kiriko hopped onto the counter, swinging her legs.
"Well, for starters—your neck. Were you mauled by a dog?" Kiriko said with a point. Wuyang's hand came up to cover his neck, but he winced again at the touch.
"Maybe a turtle?" Hana whispered loudly.
"Did you all have a sleepover to spy on me or something?" Wuyang said, scoffing. He turned around to look in the fridge as the girls continued giggling behind his back.
"Not really. You two kept everyone up with your late-night sex-capades, so…" Anran clicked her tongue.
Wuyang made another mental note: to find a better place to have sex with Mizuki going forward, as he flipped off his sister, shoving an apple into his mouth and walking away to find his (new) boyfriend.