Oh well, I tried to work on my translation job, but procrastination wins today. So here I am, suddenly inspired to update the stories.

Enjoy! Review is very welcomed~


This is the third time Hori Kyoko sits inside her boyfriend's room.

The first time is when he was sick of course, and well, she came with Tooru. And she has not felt a thing for him that time, she guessed.

The second time is that clay-candy-almost-romantic accident. Was it an accident? Well, something did happen already, and she was quite impressed with it. It was a good start in their relationship.

No, she was not a pervert for wanting things to happen. Not that she wanted to experience those adult stuffs girls around her huskily whispered. Only those pretty romantic bits with 'almost' adult stuffs…

No, no, no. This is Izumi Miyamura. A real airhead. She could not expect him to do or plan things thoroughly to make her happy. He would naturally make her happy, intentionally or unintentionally..

But what if, what if inside this empty house he will drug her and do stuffs to her, or he will make bold moves and force himself into her? Perhaps she would not feel forced. Or she would get that itches and goose bumps from the cute stuffs he does to her and will be willingly throwing herself to his arms and let him do as he pleases?

Get ahold of yourself, Kyoko, she said, almost whispering. He has been in your house for so long and not do anything like the boys in shoujo manga. And-

Izumi walked in with cakes.

Cakes!

Suddenly she forgot about all the ruckus she thought up before.

The plate clattered in front of her, weighed by the delicious tiramisu atop of it. The powdery chocolate and coffee covering the cream below it was definitely an eye candy with the beautiful red strawberry, big and inviting, standing proudly amidst the brownish field. To her, the only coffee flavor she could smile widely and enjoy is this heavenly tiramisu!

She readily (if not scarily) stared at the beautiful sight and was about to take her weapon of choice while she noticed what was missing.

"Izumi-kun, where is the fork?"

The boyfriend, who has now taken a seat right beside her threw her the proudest, biggest, most dazzling smile of his.

" Well you've got me, Kyoko-chan…"

"EH?"

Does he want me to do some kind of service like eating with hands and watch me licking the creams?

"Well, you are not the only one eating as well.."

WHAT? Does he want to EAT me? OHGOSHOHGOSH, what should I do? This is too quick!

Izumi looked at her questioningly, still with wide smile plastered on his face. He cupped her cheek with his left hand, leaning forward, the distance between their faces dangerously closing. He could see how flustered she was, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Now.. Aaaahhhh"

Kyoko Hori wished she was able to dig a hole and hid inside it right now. And yet she opened her mouth anyway, to the piece of godly tiramisu and the god-damned cheerful face of her darling happily forking it to her, his hand warm on her madly blushing cheek.

She munched it silently, averting her gaze to the side. What could she do? She would really want to smack him for being so clueless and so misleading. She is definitely not a pervert. It is his fault!

As Kyoko was still torn between showing the gladness of indulging his baking (well he said along the way that this tiramisu is specially made for her, by him) and an irritated look of his words (she certainly would rattle about this later), lost in thought was the girlfriend, failed to notice the boyfriend slowly closing his lips to hers, sealing the taste now to be even more sweetly.

Izumi pushed his tongue gently, brushing her tiramisu-tasting sensuous lips he could only long to nib in his many dreams. Holding her cheek in one hand, his other hand roamed through her hair, gently keeping her still as he deepened the intimate kiss. He could hear her humming, her breath heavy as she put her hands to his chest, darting slowly. Soon she opened her mouth a little, wanting more, only to be fiercely invaded by the wet snake of his. The aftertaste of the cake in her mouth was toxicating, as he wants more and more that he slowly pushed her to her back on the floor, the building fire inside of him ablaze even more now that he is on top of her, dominating every inch of her petite body.

The sound of the fork hitting the floor with a dull sound snapped him back to the reality. He slowly released her, giving a chaste kiss on her lips and cheeks.

"Sorry ne, Kyoko..", gently smiling upon the beautiful maiden sprawled under him. He mentally noted that he would do it again sometimes, and promised not to push everything quickly. Kyoko closed her eyes, trying to calm her thumping heart as she looked at him.

Seconds passed, but Kyoko did not show any signs of getting up, nor scolding him. She dreamily just stared at him, and he was beginning to question himself.

Does she want me to continue? Should I just use this chance, or wait?

Which then answered by her hands, circling around his neck and pulling him closely to her again. He responded by nuzzling his nose against hers, easing the tension whilst here and there planting light kisses to her face.

"Would you like more, honey?" he asked nonchalantly. She locked her eyes on him, nodding weakly and preparing herself…

"Well, heave-ho!" he said as he pulled her figure from the floor and sat her on his lap, his hands circling around her hips as he took the fork again and cut another piece of cake for her.

"Now say aaaahhh~" he smiled, upon which the goddess he was holding threw him a deadly glare.

"I-ZU-MIIIIIII….." she groaned, pinching his cheeks hard and well, with all her might and power. He screamed uncontrollably upon the horrible pain.


"Izumi-kun, what happened to your cheek? Someone got into a fight with you?" Toru asked while they were eating their lunch on the rooftop. Izumi's left cheek was swollen, big bluish mark marred his light complexion.

He turned into him, nodding then shrugging. Toru frowned upon this, curiousity, if not concern, got him to ask more.

Izumi looked up at the sky and sighed heavily.

"I don't understand women."