A Week Later ....
Usagi's POV:
"Yes, I'll do that! Thank you!" Okami says as he hangs up the call with Hina-san.
I tilt my head, curious. Huh? "Oi, Okami-kun, what happened?"
"Oh, nothing," he chuckles sheepishly. "Hina-san just told me that the book has gotten a lot of views within a week! She also mentioned a few changes I need to make according to the guidelines."
"Whoa, that's amazing!" I beam. "So why aren't you writing, then? I've been watching you since noon—you've just been sitting there, staring at that paper and pen!"
"Ah… about that," he scratches his head awkwardly. "I'm stuck. I can't figure out how to write a particular scene."
"What, what? You can't write one scene?" I tease, leaning in with a playful grin. "Which scene is it?"
Okami sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah, well… there's a kiss scene in this chapter, but I have to make a few changes according to the guidelines. I'm not sure how to write it in a unique way now."
"Hmm… a kiss scene, huh?" I tap my chin thoughtfully before smirking. "Then how about this—kiss me and write how you felt?" I say, flashing a cheeky, teasing smile.
"Hm, sounds good. Let's kiss," he says with a straight face.
"Huh? Huh?! HUH?!" I blink rapidly, my face heating up. I was expecting him to get flustered, not… this! Meanwhile, he just sits there, completely serious, scribbling away in his notebook.
"Oi, Usagi, let's kiss," he repeats, glancing up at me.
"A-Ah…" I nod instinctively, my brain short-circuiting.
"So, the scene goes like this—the FL kisses the ML first," he continues, tapping his pen against the paper. "Go ahead, kiss me."
Wait. WHAT?!
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Lean down," I whisper, my voice barely audible as my entire face burns up.
He tilts his head slightly, eyes locked onto mine, before leaning in just as I get on my toes. My heart pounds in my chest, anticipation tightening every nerve in my body.
And then—our lips meet.
A soft, warm sensation spreads through me, sending a shiver down my spine. His lips are surprisingly gentle yet firm, melting perfectly against mine. My fingers instinctively grip his shirt, pulling him closer as heat pools deep within me.
Ahh… This is too good.
I barely notice the way his hand slides to my waist, steadying me as I melt into him, completely lost in the moment.
This might do… I guess.
I break the kiss, gasping softly, but just as I do—he grabs my waist, pulling me flush against him. My breath hitches. Before I can react, his lips crash against mine again, this time rougher, more demanding.
A muffled gasp escapes me as his fingers tighten around my waist, holding me in place. My hands press against his chest, trying to push him back, but he doesn't let up. His lips move with a hungry, almost desperate intensity, deepening the kiss until my mind goes blank.
His warmth, his touch, his taste—everything overwhelms me.
His kisses grow deeper, rougher—filled with raw hunger and unchecked desire. I can feel the heat radiating from his body as he pulls me even closer, his grip possessive, almost desperate.
A shiver runs down my spine when his hand slides beneath my top, fingertips grazing my bare skin, tracing slow, teasing patterns that send jolts of pleasure through me. My breath hitches, a soft whimper escaping before I can stop it.
"Mmph… O-Okami-kun…" I barely manage to whisper, my voice shaky.
But he doesn't stop.
Instead, his fingers tighten around my waist as he tilts my head back, his other hand sliding up to my neck. With a firm yet intoxicating grip, he holds me in place and captures my lips in another bruising kiss—rough, demanding, claiming me completely.
I melt into him, my body betraying me as my hands clutch onto his shirt, gripping it like it's the only thing keeping me grounded.
His grip on my neck tightens, sending a shiver down my spine as I gasp against his lips, struggling to catch my breath. His body is hot—almost burning against mine—as he pulls me flush against him, his strong arms caging me in.
"Okami… s-stop…" I manage to whisper between desperate breaths, my hands pushing weakly against his chest. But he doesn't let go.
Instead, his grip on my waist tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as his lips trail down my jaw, hot and demanding. His breath is heavy, filled with unchecked desire, and I can feel his hunger pressing against me.
"Not yet," he murmurs against my ear, his voice dark, laced with something primal. "You make it impossible to stop."
My heart pounds as his teeth graze my neck, sending a rush of heat straight through me. My body trembles under his touch, my resolve wavering. He is completely overwhelming—too strong, too intoxicating.
He presses me against the couch, his body hovering over mine, his grip firm yet careful. My breath hitches as his fingers trail along my waist, sending an unfamiliar heat through me.
"Okami-kun…" I whisper, my hands gripping his shoulders, trying to steady myself—or maybe him.
Instead of answering, he leans in, capturing my lips again, this time deeper, more insistent. My eyes widen as his hand slides beneath my top, fingertips brushing against my bare skin. A shiver runs through me.
"Mmh—Okami-kun, wait," I manage to say between kisses, my breath uneven. "You said… this was just a kiss scene."
He stills for a second, his lips hovering near my jaw. Then, as if ignoring my words, he kisses me again—slow, deliberate, sending a wave of warmth through my entire body.
I place my hands against his chest and push him back, my heart pounding. "I mean it," I say firmly, looking straight into his eyes. "If you try this again, I won't talk to you."
He blinks, his breathing heavy, before finally pulling away, running a hand through his hair. "Tch… fine," he mutters, looking away, but I can see the hint of a smirk on his lips.
I cross my arms, my face still burning. "You better behave next time."
He chuckles. "No promises."
I can still feel the lingering warmth of his touch, my heart racing from what just happened. My fingers grip the hem of my top as I try to steady my breath. I look up at Okami-kun, frustration bubbling inside me.
"Okami-kun… why can't you control yourself when I ask?" My voice comes out softer than I intend, but I mean every word. "I know teasing is fun for you, but this was too bold for me!" I cross my arms, trying to keep my composure. "I told you I'll let you be… but when I am ready."
He leans back slightly, a lazy grin tugging at his lips, as if my words are nothing more than an amusing scolding. His eyes twinkle with mischief, and then he chuckles.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he says, ruffling his hair like this is all just fun for him. "It's just fun teasing you. Can you blame me?"
I puff out my cheeks in frustration. "Yes! I can blame you!"
Instead of looking the least bit sorry, he just laughs, his deep chuckle making my stomach twist. "You're way too cute when you're mad, Usagi-chan."
My face burns instantly. "B-Baka! Don't just say things like that!" Without thinking, I grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it.
"Oi, oi!" He catches the pillow easily, his smirk growing wider. "Alright, alright, I'll behave… for now."
I narrow my eyes at him. "You better."
But then, with that same teasing smirk, he leans in just a little, lowering his voice. "No promises."
My breath hitches. "This guy…!"
Frustrated, I grab another pillow and throw it at his face. He laughs even harder.
Okami-kun is so annoying.
And yet… why am I smiling?
Before I can react, Okami-kun grabs my waist and pulls me forward, making me stumble. With a small gasp, I land on top of him as he leans back on the couch, his arms wrapping securely around me.
"Okami—" My words are cut off as he leans in and kisses me again.
But this time… it's different.
There's no teasing, no hunger, no overpowering force. This kiss is warm, slow, and filled with something deeper—something that makes my heart flutter. His lips move gently against mine, as if he's savoring the moment, as if he wants me to feel everything he can't put into words.
His hand moves up my back, not to trap me but to hold me close, as if letting go isn't an option. My fingers instinctively curl into his shirt, and for the first time, I don't feel like pushing him away.
He pulls back just a little, his forehead resting against mine. His eyes, usually so playful and mischievous, now hold something softer—something real.
"...See?" he whispers, his voice barely above a breath. "Not everything I do is teasing."
I swallow, my heart pounding so loud I'm sure he can hear it. I don't know what to say. So instead, I just close my eyes and rest against him, letting the warmth between us speak for itself.