Chapter 49: Attention (Part 2)

With her obliviousness, Mamori didn't know how Hiruma jerked off in the bath. He was seated at the edge of the tub; touching himself. Somehow his arousal was not dying. He started fantasizing that Mamori was there with him and was between his legs bobbing her head up and down, licking and sucking, making him grunt and moan her name. If he didn't take care of his lust, he might just ravish her and despite the idea being so tempting; he didn't want to force her to do something she's not yet ready to do.

He had felt her eyes on him. He knew she had been eyeing his every move since he arrived. It was like she was checking if he returned in one piece. He watched her as she checked him out when he got out of the bath. She was checking for any sign of injury indeed. She looked relieved to find none. Until her eyes lingered on his body. She looked like she was looking at a delicious meal. He could feel that she wanted to touch him. He gulped when she licked her lips as she watched water droplets trail down his abs and below his waists. Damn. She is lusting for him! He'd love to satisfy her if she'd let him. After he had tried so hard to calm down his junior, he can't help but get excited after seeing her like that. His damned dick was getting hard again, kudos to his youth. Damn. How many times had he made himself cum just to make sure he wouldn't attack her. And yet after seeing her interested, he easily gets like this. And he thought he had quite the self-control.

Thankfully she backed out when he commented. If she had gone close to him he would have ripped her clothes off and fuck her against the wall. Or maybe that's too rough for her first time, but he'd love to try that reminded himself that he has to be gentle the first time they do it, else she will be in pain and might get scared to do it again. He sighed once he was out of her hearing range. He had to clear his mind or his stubborn dick will make trouble for him.

The meal she prepared was the best, as always. Her food tasted like home. He would love to live his whole life eating her home-cooked meals. And her coffee. Damn. Her coffee, he had been dying to drink the coffee she always prepared for him. He didn't know what was the difference between how the two of them prepare it. He had watched her prepare it more than a thousand times and tried preparing his own coffee the way she did when she wasn't around, but it never tasted like hers. It was like she had been hiding a secret ingredient that she never showed to anyone. He took one sip and let it linger in his mouth before swallowing it. This was what he was looking for. He had been drinking expensive coffee from the hotels he stayed at but it didn't even get close to how her coffee tasted. Her coffee always rejuvenated him when he was tired and helped him think clearly.

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Hiruma noticed how Mamori seemed to be waiting on him. He didn't know if she was waiting for the explanation he promised or she wanted him to make a move at her. Whatever it was, he enjoyed the attention. What he liked when they are alone like this was the fact that he didn't need to cock his gun or be loud just to get her attention. When it's just the two of them, her attention naturally goes to him since he is the only one she had to take care of (when she is not busy of course).

He wrinkled his nose. Her scent was making him crazy. She needs to fucking learn to stay away from him. Why does she keep staying in his line of sight and passing by closely? It was distracting (he wanted to keep looking at her though). And her fragrance filling the apartment wasn't helpful at all. It was both relaxing and arousing at the same time; a sweet torture. He should really go to his study or his room if he wanted to focus but he wanted to be as close to her as possible without losing control. He had been needing to see her the whole week so he could at least bask in her presence.

When she went to the bath, he had timed her. And she was taking too long that he had to wonder if she was drowning herself or masturbating. She does not masturbate before, but after he had taught her the pleasures of getting touched; one would wonder. Or was she getting melancholic that he wasn't explaining things as he promised? When she got out of the bath clad only in her towel, he wondered if she was trying to get his attention. Because if she was, then she's quite successful. His groin was already saluting her for her courageous display. She never got out of the bath not fully clothed before. This was a first. Was she actually preparing herself for his ministrations?

Damn. He'd love to corner her against the wall and touch between her legs. He was sure she had no underwear. One pull and she would be naked. He still remembers how she looked like without clothes for it was unforgettable, but seeing it with his eyes instead of in his mind was more satisfying. He wanted to kiss her and touch her until her whole body trembles in ecstasy.

He watched attentively at how her hips and her wet hair swayed as she walked. He licked his lips. Was she inviting him? What was with the stomping anyway? She's acting all cute. Was she annoyed that he wasn't giving her the "usual" attention? He grinned. He'd love to. Before he could stop himself, he had gone to follow her but she locked her room. So maybe not. He was just over-thinking and interpreting things differently. No wonder people say men think with their dicks. He had been acting for his desires quite a long time ago but he couldn't help but want to cuss himself for being so hormonal.

Well, maybe it's her fault too. It was like she's seducing him. She had been glancing and staring the whole day. She usually speaks her mind but when it comes to her feelings for him, she gets all embarrassed. It felt like she wanted him to hold her and shower her with his love and attention. When she got out of her room wearing an above-the-knee skirt and a spaghetti-strap top, his eyes darkened. Does she want him to devour her?

Or did those bastards do something to her that she wanted him to touch her? He had read from research that women usually ask to be touched by their special person when other men harass them. She's surrounded by too many men that those damned hungry wolves might have pounced on her while he was away. He was never away from her for long so they might have seen it as an opportunity. Sure he asked Yamato and Taka to keep an eye on her but they have their classes and responsibilities too. And Agon; that damned beast had always wanted to get a taste of her but he had kept him at bay.

He clenched his fist when she admitted that Agon tried to kiss her. That bastard. Even if Mamori forgives him, he wouldn't. He won't do any favors for him anymore until he knows his place. Trying to touch her butt would have been better than trying to kiss her. Was he seriously thinking that he had a chance with her? Fuck that. It was even more annoying that Mamori was being lenient to that mophead.