A/N: A random af idea after reading the update to some isekai series. Hiroki is transferred into a mobile love game where Nowaki is the sweet refreshing type who is actually possessive underneath his facade. Hiroki played part of the darker version of the game before he was transmigrated into it.
Character death in chapter 1.
Thanks for reading!
-Lucicelo
Kamijou Hiroki threw his backpack against the wall of his apartment and let out a screech of justified fury.
His latest literature paper was given a lower grade due to the professor having dismissed one of his sources. A valid source that Hiroki made sure was written in the index. The source was well known in literature and he was certain other students used this person as well.
Nope.
His grade was docked points.
Hiroki suspected the man disliked him ever since he brought up credible sources for a different paper, invalidating the man's own sources. Considering they were in a university setting, Hiroki thought pointing out mistakes was permissible. Hiroki was conscious enough to do it during professor hours and not in front of the class.
Ever since that afternoon, he felt hostility throughout the lectures and professor hours. Nothing too obvious, but enough to where Hiroki kept copies of his papers in case everything went awry. Recollecting their interactions, Hiroki was certain the professor did this on purpose.
He might go beyond the man and speak to the literature board. Hiroki knew his paper was good, decent even. This wasn't from arrogance, he checked with other literature students who wanted his sources for his own papers. Akihiko skimmed through his work and informed him of a perfect grade. Hiroki didn't doubt Akihiko. His best friend kept consistent perfect grades and was blunt in his criticisms.
"I will fucking ruin-"
" Kamijou ! What the fuck-"
Hiroki snapped his head toward the wall of his apartment, screaming back. "Shut the fuck up!"
"Fuck you!"
Hiroki readied to yell again, but stopped himself. His emotions ran haywire due to his schoolwork and his neighbor more often than not disturbed other tenants. Someone else would bang on this guy's door and start another fight over his lack of consideration.
He went to the kitchen to fetch himself beer and a variety of salty snacks from his cabinets. Rushing to his bed, he sat down and placed his food on the low rise table. He was glad to have no Saturday morning classes to cut into his drinking. He finished those sorts of classes during his freshman year.
Cracking open his first beer, Hiroki turned on the tv and began chugging.
Drinking himself into a tipsy state, Hiroki leaned against his bed as he paid little attention to the movie on screen. He watched this movie far too many times to where he could mouth the dialogue.
He did the next best thing in this boring situation. Calling Akihiko to annoy the hell out of him for his own amusement.
A few rings passed before Akihiko picked up. "Hey, Hicchan."
"Akicchan." Hiroki snipped back.
"Oh ho, from the drowsiness from your tone, you're already drinking. Early Friday afternoon no less."
"I'm allowed to drink myself stupid. Fucking professor is fucking with my grade."
"Ah. The one who can't take criticism is finally making his move." Akihiko paused for a brief moment and then resumed speaking. "Are you going to the department head to out this guy?"
"Fuck yes." Hiroki grumbled. "Asshole thinks he is going to fuck up my grade? I don't think so."
"Aren't you too busy to bother with some insecure man who can't validate his own sources?" Akihiko teased.
"Well...yes..but I'm letting this hit to my pride go unpunished. I'm majoring in literature! I have to hold my own against these people for my own credibility. Not like the asshole has actual citations to reference with his name on it."
Akihiko laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh away." Hiroki finished the last of his beer and ate a bunch of peanuts.
"Huh...you know what…"
Hiroki rolled his eyes as he rolled onto his back. "Out with it." He reached out his hand and grabbed his bag of open chips.
Akihiko continued on. "You need to relax and forget all about your projects."
"Easy for you to say, you can balance writing books and law school. You don't sound anxious or stressed over finishing everything at the last minute. Kind of impressive to be honest." Hiroki munched on his chips, uncaring if random crumbs fell onto his shirt.
"Ah, it is a talent of mine. But, in any case, I was in collaboration with an otome game where an old character of mine was entered into the lineup. I think you might enjoy the graphics and quite possibly the storyline of the romances."
Hiroki sniffed. "You...actually collaborated on an otome game?"
"Don't knock them until you try one out! I actually enjoyed the various playthroughs of the main character romancing the other main leads. Trust me, you will find yourself engrossed in the game. There are...spicy scenes."
Hiroki rolled his eyes. "I am not lured in by porn of all things. I need a story ."
"It's well written porn. I should know. I played it. The reading aspect of the game is pretty good. A lot of money was wasted on various aspects of the game to make sure it was polished before launch." Akihiko said.
A realization dawned in Hiroki's mind the more Akihiko complimented the game. "Akihiko...did you...get off on this game?"
Akihiko, shameless and proud, declared. "Yes, I did."
"Fine...what's the name of this thing? I'm going to end the call in a sec." Akihiko told him the name of the game and then teased Hiroki for giving in. "Don't you dare, Akihiko. You were the one who kept on insisting this was a good game."
"A good and free game."
Hiroki said goodbye before he ended the call.
Adding the name of the game in the app store, he was astonished at the sight of the graphics. The game claimed a customizable avatar for the player, great voice actors, easy playthrough, and chances of winning prizes from high scores during missions.
Looking through the credits of art and writing, Hiroki looked for Akihiko's name and his BL pseudonym. Sure enough, Akihiko's BL name, Yayoi Aikawa, was in the lineup. Akihiko's character, Takahashi Misaki, was written as the sister of the MC. Odd. The character was a boy . Unless, the storyline followed a subplot of miscommunication between the ML and the MC.
Hiroki hoped not.
There were some characteristics he disliked of Misaki, but he was likeable in his genuine naivete and carefree charm. To shove this kid into the role of possible homewrecker was ridiculous.
Looking further, he saw another one of Akihiko's newer characters. A charming smooth talker who charmed both men and women. Hiroki rolled his eyes. His red pen scratched out numerous one liners from this character that he hated on principle.
It seemed Akihiko loaned his characters out for the fun of it. Akihiko always seemed to sniff out a good opportunity to make money. If it meant changing the gender of his own character to do it, Akihiko would happily do it.
"This better be good," Hiroki signed up for the mobile game using the username, literaturefanatic. "I'll stop editing Akihiko's books if this comes out to be a bore."
After going through the opening, Hiroki's fingers dug into the sides of his phone. His phone trembled underneath the strain of the pressure he placed onto it as he screamed. "This is a fucking BL love game?!"
As predicted, his bothersome neighbor began to yell. "Kamijou-"
"Oh come off it! You play your wack ass music when I'm studying and I don't bitch about it!" Hiroki snapped back while keeping his eyes on the screen.
Gulping, he went through multiple breathing exercises to calm himself down. Mentally swearing at Akihiko, Hiroki continued on going through customizing his character.
As a completionist, he couldn't quit the game before he finished.
Literaturefanatic skid into a stop upon noting the greenhouse side doors were open. Taking his chance, he rushed inside, hiding behind one of the bushes as (redacted main character name) screamed his name.
"Literaturefanatic-san! Where are you?!"
Literaturefanatic froze still. Holding his breath, he listened to (redacted main character name) rushing past the greenhouse. Once he realized his footsteps trailed off, Literaturefanatic-san let out a sigh of relief.
His relief was short-lived when he heard the rustling of leaves.
Snapping his head up, he realized someone was inside of the greenhouse.
"Oh! My apologies, I didn't see you there." The handsome blue eyed stranger commented as he helped literaturefanantic onto his feet.
Option 1: Sorry! I thought this place was empty.
Option 2: I wanted some time away from (redacted main character name). He is a bit...too much for me.
Option 3: Watch where you are looking next time!
"I wanted some time away from (redacted main character name). He is a bit...too much for me."
"Ah, I see." The young man chuckled. "(Redacted main character name)-san, would never enter the greenhouse. Too much dirt for his sensibilities." Standing beside the entrance, he listened for (redacted character name) before he reached out to close the door. "Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Um...sure." Literaturefanatic trailed behind the stranger, gulping at the sight of his broad back.
The stranger looked over his shoulder, blue eyes twinkling with delight. "A pleasure to meet you, my name is Kusama Nowaki."
Literaturefanatic returned the introduction. "A pleasure as well, my name is (redacted last name) literaturefanatic."
Grimacing at the awkward sentences, Hiroki soon changed the name from literaturefanatic to Hiro-san.
Not even a week into the new school year, Hiro-san's little sister, Misaki, snuck in through the high school academy doors from the middle school branch.
As Hiro-san stood in front of the large school fountain, Misaki snuck up behind him, encasing him with her jasmine scented perfume. Turning around, he was pleased to see that she braided back her hair from her face. Misaki's tendency to let her hair free caused her back length brown hair to tangle.
Hiro-san wrapped his arms around Misaki, squeezing her body, causing her to giggle. Pressing a kiss against her forehead, Misaki looked up at him with a big smile on her face. Ever since she was little, Misaki trailed behind her older brother, wanting nothing more than to spend time with him. This somewhat stopped when Misaki befriended Todou Shinnosuke.
Peering behind her back, Hiro-san was surprised that Shinnosuke didn't tag along with his sister. The young man was never too far away from her. But, from the mischievous smile on Misaki's face, she snuck away at the first opportunity to see him.
Option 1: Why are you here?
Option 2: You should return back to your side of the campus and do your homework.
Option 3: I am busy.
Pinching Misaki's side, Hiro-san ignored the whine that came from his sister. "You should return back to your side of the campus and do your homework. I know for a fact you haven't done a thing!"
Misaki pouted. She puffed her cheeks for cute effect only to receive a deadpanned look in return. Her cuteness never worked on her brother. Well, it depended on Hiro-san's mood and patience. There were instances where she managed to snag his dessert because she pleaded with her green eyes.
Her brother was weak to their mother's green eyes.
Misaki hung her head. "Okay...but can we at least eat dinner and then I go back to my dorm? Please aniki?" Her green eyes teared up, tugging at her brother's heartstrings.
Hiro-san caved to his little sister's request, unable to stomach the guilt of disappointing Misaki. Ever since Misaki was born, Hiro-san made it a mission to look after and guide Misaki on the right path. Even if he was stern when it came to schoolwork, Misaki needed to learn discipline before she entered high school.
"Sure," Hiro-san wrapped an arm around Misaki's shoulders and led her toward the cafeteria. "I'm sure An-chan will sneak you an extra dessert. She likes well mannered students."
Misaki's eyes twinkled bright as she whooped. "Yay!"
Nowaki gasped in delight as Hiro-san handed him a basket of food. "Hiro-san! You didn't have to buy me food." Peeking into the basket, he crooned. "This will perfectly accompany the lavender lemonade I made today!"
Blushing, Hiro-san admitted. "I was the one who-" He averted his eyes. "Nevermind."
"No, no, tell me." Nowaki insisted with a besotted smile.
Option 1: Nevermind.
Option 2: The cafeteria staff made it.
Option 3: I'm the one who cooked everything.
Hiro-san coughed into his hand. "I'm the one who cooked everything."
Nowaki's eyes widened. "You did? Where did you find-"
"The cafeteria ladies like having extra help during the weekend for food prep." Hiro-san informed him. "They give me a bit of leeway in cooking my own food. I have to clean up after myself but that's a given. I can't leave a mess for An-chan to deal with."
"An-chan?" Nowaki's voice hardened a bit, but not enough for Hiro-san to notice.
"The head cafeteria lady." Hiro-san informed him. "She's always eager to have extra hands to help her carry heavy produce. I don't mind. I'm used to helping my mom out in the kitchen so I just do it myself."
"Oh. Good."
Option 1: Jump in front of classmates.
Option 2: Stand on the sidelines with absolute fear.
Option 3: Run away.
Hiro-san grasped a fallen piece of debris as he jumped in front of his roommates. He blocked the incoming pieces of rock that broke off from the building. The wood panel managed to keep from breaking as Hiro-san kept rocks from hitting some of the crowd.
Many of his classmates saw his example and collected their own weapon of choice. They all scattered around, knocking back debris that fell toward them.
As chaos ensued, various students ran away from the scene. Clouds of dust trailed throughout the area.
Hiro-san overheard (redacted main villain's name) chant a spell. Looking around the area, he located (redacted main villain's name) aiming his spell onto a random student that had a crush on (redacted main character name). A badly hidden crush that earned him a spell to the face.
Backing away, Hiro-san kept a good grip on his bit of wood. Bracing himself for incoming debris as (redacted main villain's name) shot his spell. Out of nowhere, (redacted main character's name) blocked the spell, causing it to bounce toward another direction.
The clash between powers prompted a gust of wind to descend outwards.
Nowaki seemed to appear from the background as he shielded him from the incoming shrapnel. Hiro-san fell back against the wall, letting out a gasp as Nowaki grunted from the sudden slams against his body. When he looked up, Hiro-san saw blood trickling down Nowaki's face, emphasizing his well sculpted face.
"Hiro-san." Nowaki curled his hand against his cheek, his voice soft and tender. "Are you alright?"
Hiro-san uttered out loud. "Yes. Thank you, Nowaki-san."
Behind Nowaki, chaos ensued as (redacted main villain name) and (redacted main character) duked it out in the courtyard. Declarations of love and explosions echoed throughout the area. The engaged pair screeched grievances and (redacted main villain name) cursed anyone who attempted to take his fiance away from him.
Hiro-san gripped the front of Nowaki's shirt, scared of the possibility of (redacted main villain name)'s eyes landing on him. He managed to avoid (redacted main character name) so far, but (redacted main villain name) was not easily convinced. Assuming that all of the boys wanted his fiance. He attacked those who appeared straight or were not interested. It didn't matter. All of the pretty boys were under fire if (redacted main villain name) looked at them.
No one was safe.
Hiro-san missed the manic twinkle in Nowaki's eyes as he stared at the faculty rushing in to break the fighting up. The few magic users managed to separate the pair long enough for (redacted main villain name) to be escorted to the main office.
Forcing himself to turn off his phone, Hiroki threw it onto the bed and went toward his work desk. Taking out his laptop, he opened up his work document and worked on his assignments.
He wanted to wipe the smug smirk off of his professor's face when his assignments totaled to a good grade. He thanked his own forethought in getting second opinions from other professors. Their insight and comments would help defend him during his complaint at the literature department.
He wasn't leaving anything to chance. His laptop contained evidence to help his case and he backed up his files in case they somehow disappeared from his hard drive.
Kamijou Hiroki was going to have the last laugh.
And he would reward himself with Nowaki's smile on his downtime.
Hiroki ignored the stinging cringe of spending actual money to get more time with his newfound favorite character: Kusama Nowaki.
The main page, customizable to showcase Nowaki, smiled at him when he completed his purchase. Decked in his well fitted suit, Nowaki welcomed him back with a tender smile on his face. His dimples were emphasized the more he smiled.
"Remember, you're always welcome to have tea with me in the greenhouse."
Hiroki averted his eyes with a blush of his own.
Having a crush on an animated man was depressing . His childhood crush was not acted on and Hiroki was too busy with university to look for someone to hook up with. This left him to moon over lines and color. Hiroki wasn't about to declare his embarrassment to the rooftops. He was annoyed that Nowaki was a second to last favorite because of his safe personality. Adding on to his lack of problematic aspects like the main blond lead, Nowaki was shuffled aside as boring .
Bullshit.
Hiroki soon became a Nowaki defender on the online forums. Under a random pseudonym that gave nothing about himself away. Soon enough, he was known throughout the BL otome game community because of his Nowaki defense metas.
As far as anyone knew, he was a young lady and he kept it that way. He never corrected anyone when he was addressed as a she. It was embarrassing enough that he fell into this game. He didn't need someone connecting him as that obsessed fan of the least liked lead.
There were instances where he tore himself away for days , even weeks , to finish his schoolwork. He wasn't abandoning his studies even if he fell into his obsessions. His obsession with books was why he decided on a degree in literature.
Clicking back onto the storyline, Hiroki received the rewards from his purchase and continued on. Ignoring the options of one of the other male leads, Hiroki navigated toward the greenhouse. Almost none of the other male leads bothered him there due to none of them liking to dirty their hands. The fact that Nowaki, the legitimized son of a duke, enjoyed gardening, kept him from being in the popular male lead's entourage.
Good.
Hiroki found Nowaki far better than the best voted male lead. Having tried going for the blond haired, green eyed charmer, Hiroki was left dissatisfied from the flirty and wishy washy nature of the man. He charmed men despite being engaged to a suitable man in his caste and never thought to cancel the engagement early in their youth.
The other characters, whose names Hiroki didn't care to remember, were arrogant, ridiculous, and all other descriptors that came with their tropes. BL tropes that came with the dominant romantic lead who MC chose as his lover. Hiroki grew tired of reading those sorts of men in Akihiko's quickly written BL novels to put out content in between other works of fiction.
Which was why Hiroki gravitated toward the legitimized son of the Kusama dukedom, Kusama Nowaki. The tall, dark and handsome young man loved MC with an understated fierceness . He was less passionate than the other male leads, but lured the MC with tender words and dimpled smiles. The sort of man Hiroki never expected to develop a crush on.
Throughout the interactions, Hiroki read and listened to Nowaki's words. His heart rapidly beating as he engrossed himself in the game. He learned the backstories, even those from the characters Hiroki forgot about. He cared little for them, but sometimes there were questions that required knowledge of the other male leads.
His character, MC, was the eldest son of a lordship. His position in the middle of the rich hierarchy gave him a chance to find a perfect match. The openness of the universe gave him leeway to marry a man, but choose a cousin or a surrogate for an heir. MC navigated through the social circles, befriending different people from his own caste. The five main leads, Nowaki was one of the last men introduced into the game, were ripe pickings for a perfect spouse.
Of course, the appeal of a rich and handsome guy sweeping a person off their feet was the incentive.
Before the end of the semester, Hiroki finished the game.
In between his fight against his professor's unfair grading and rounding up professors to support him, Hiroki was exhausted .
At the end of it all, Hiroki's papers were looked through by the head of the department. The man shook his head over Hiroki's professor's fragile ego. After all, they all used citations to defend their points or to describe the intent of different literature pieces. For Hiroki's professor to punish a bright eyed student for pointing out a mistake was immature .
Before Hiroki left campus that day, his grade bounced back to a decent grade. Hiroki didn't care about what happened to his old professor. He got what he wanted at the end of all his headache.
Same went to his other classes.
Hiroki was confident that he did well in his final exams and projects. He was open to do what he wanted now that his stress was dealt with.
To celebrate, he dove back into the game.
His bed became his base of operations. Hiroki set up an array of snacks and drinks on his low rise table. He organized his pillows for optimal comfort. Satisfied with his bed, he flopped onto the bed and tapped on the app.
As the app loaded, he pondered about clicking on new routes. There were other male leads to explore. Feeling generous, he took it upon himself to try other routes.
He returned to Nowaki's route after spending a few minutes on the other routes.
The familiarity of the game and wanting to hear Nowaki's voice caused him to relax against his bed. He put on his earbuds so as to not reveal what he was listening to in his apartment. The walls were thin . He didn't need his neighbors to knock on his door to ask him to lower down the volume of his porn .
When he got to the sex scenes, Hiroki made sure to coat his hand with lotion before he pushed down his sweats and shoved his hand inside. His hand grasped his cock and he spread his legs apart. At the sound of Nowaki's sultry voice, Hiroki closed his eyes and rubbed his thumb on the slit of his dick. His whole body shivered as he let out a moan.
He enjoyed himself through imagining himself underneath Nowaki during the sex scenes.
His Friday afternoon was spent imagining scenarios with Nowaki. It would have been a pitiful way to cum if Hiroki was not flying on the high of having one upped his old professor. He stopped giving a damn.
Nowaki was handsome and charming.
Who wouldn't fall for him?
When the route ended, Hiroki readied himself to go back to the beginning when a notification stopped him.
A large text box overtook his screen.
On our newest update, there are new dark routes to your favorite male leads! With only, (number of coins) you may play a different side of your beloved lover.
Kusama Nowaki's Dark Route has been activated through the completion of his route.
Would you like to go through this route?
"Dark version, huh?" Hiroki tapped his chin, contemplating on having to restart the game with a different version of Kusama Nowaki. "Eh...why not." Pressing the continuation button, Hiroki used up his saved coins to open up Nowaki's dark route.
Hiroki paid close attention to the differences between the light version of the game.
Nowaki was far touchier with the main character. He remained gentlemanly, but it was apparent that he was hyper focused on keeping the main character for himself. Mention of the other male leads brought a dark shadow over Nowaki's eyes as he spoke in a tense voice. He never raised his voice; it became gruffer with growling undertones.
Hiroki admitted to himself that this slight change made Nowaki hotter . Nowaki asserted himself, wanting the main character to focus on him, but didn't force contact. Instead, he made it impossible for the main character to not resist making the first move to break the tension between them.
The main difference in the dark version was that the main villain murdered different rivals that his fiance laid his eyes on. Whether they were innocent or not was unimportant to the villain. Anyone who was in the fiance's line of sight ended up in an unfortunate accident. The villain wanted their fiance for themselves. Through intimidating students and paying off faculty, the male lead's fiance remained unpunished for his actions.
In the light version, there were references to the villain having gotten rid of his rivals. Hiroki assumed incriminating evidence to expel them or ran them out of the academy.
Actual murder was unexpected.
This made for a more fun run of the game in Hiroki's opinion.
Nowaki's hand trailed down Hiro-san's waist, stopping at his lower back as he led him to his dorm room. Despite the fact his own dorm was in a different building, Nowaki didn't mind walking his Hiro-san to his room.
It was less likely for men to come around with his presence around Hiro-san, but Hiro-san's lack of interest in those men was a balm to his heart. He loved having Hiro-san's attention to himself other than his family of course. Misaki was a soft and kind future sister-in-law. He wondered what kind of people were Hiro-san's parents.
Hiro-san paused in front of his door and removed his key from his pocket. He readied himself to push the key into the lock, but he froze. A moment passed before he turned and looked up at Nowaki.
Option 1: Kiss him.
Option 2: Hug him.
Option 3: Say goodbye.
Hiro-san got on his tippy toes and kissed Nowaki. Breaking away after a moment, he thought he miscalculated Nowaki's interest, but Nowaki reconnected their lips, pushing him against the door. Hiroki's mouth opened, bringing in Nowaki's tongue to play with his own.
Hiro-san averted (redacted main character's name)'s attempts to speak to him while tugging his little sister along with him. Echoes of his name made him run a bit faster, causing his sister to whine while trying to keep up with him.
Hiro-san's chest ached with fire as he looked around for a safe space to stop. He didn't need (redacted main character's name) to be seen in his presence. For one of (redacted main villain character's name)'s cronies to hint at his fiance speaking to him, brought a target on his back. He heard what happened to the last unlucky soul from a student with a penchant for gossip.
Her information was backed up through various sources and people who narrowly escaped their own brush with (redacted main villain's names). It was an open secret that he was untouchable. No one could say anything against him if it meant bringing in (redacted main villain's names) powerful father to destroy their families.
No one wanted to take the chance in angering the guy into a rampage.
Hiro-san soon found an empty area and stopped behind the area. Taking in deep breaths, he released Misaki's hand as she collapsed against the wall. His sister was never the athletic type. She liked tinkering in the kitchen rather than going out to exercise.
As he gathered his bearings, Hiro-san readied himself to explain his sudden impulse to jog through campus. Misaki wasn't going to let him get away with not answering her questions.
Misaki managed to bring in enough air into her lungs to ask. "Aniki, what is going on?"
Option 1: Warn Misaki about (redacted main character's name) and (redacted main villain character's name)
Option 2: Distract Misaki with snacks
Option 3: Say nothing.
"Aniki?"
"Stay away from that guy." Hiro-san warned Misaki with a frown. "His fiance is…"
"Not in their right mind?" Misaki completed her sentence. "I know, aniki. Shino-san warned me about (redacted main villain's name)'s tendency to make people... disappear ."
Hiro-san tugged his sister into a hug and kissed the side of her head. "Be careful. I can't bear to be the cause of your disappearance. He's...too powerful to stop."
Misaki gripped the back of Hiro-san's shirt and nuzzled her face into his chest. "I'll be careful, aniki. I swear ." She harrumphed. "His fiance is reckless for not having dealt with his jealousy before all of this madness started."
Hiro-san rolled his eyes. "(Redacted main character name)'s is an oblivious fool."
Moaning echoed through the enclosed space of the greenhouse as Nowaki thrust into his Hiro-san. His force was hard enough to cause the table to squeak. Hiro-san's embarrassed croaking of Nowaki's name urged Nowaki to cause Hiro-san to lose his mind.
His hands gripped Hiro-san's hips, anchoring him to the reality that he was fucking his Hiro-san. He imagined pushing Hiro-san over his worktable far too many times for Nowaki not to give into this daydream. And for Hiro-san to participate with his fantasy was the cherry on top.
Leaning down, Nowaki kissed and nipped Hiro-san's neck. Careful in not leaving marks, he planned on taking his time in marking his beloved in a proper bed. This spontaneous urge of lust came after Hiro-san grasped the front of Nowaki's shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Minutes of caressing one another lead to a heavy make out session.
Nowaki asked Hiro-san if he wanted to continue and the moment he said yes, Nowaki pounced.
Good thing he locked the door of the greenhouse, and no one would see his Hiro-san's expression of pleasure. No one would hear his gasping moans and whispers of Nowaki's name.
Nowaki's fingers dug into Hiro-san's hips, certain his fingers left crescent moon marks on his smooth skin. Even if he left no hickeys, Hiro-san's hips would feel the pulsations after the fact.
Hiro-san turned his head to the side and Nowaki connected their lips. Hiroki broke their kiss to plead-
Option 1: Come inside of you.
Option 2: Come outside on your body.
Option 3: For someone to interrupt you.
Hiro-san pleaded. "Ah! Please, Nowaki- Come inside of me."
Nowaki's pace quickened at the command as he pressed his face in the crook of Hiro-san's neck. He used of one of his hands to caress Hiro-san's dick alongside his thrusts. Hiro-san didn't last long as he came while moaning out Nowaki's name.
Hiro-san's body collapsed onto the cold worktable in a heap. His mind swirling at the adrenaline and aftershocks of his orgasm. The contact of his hot body and cold surface made Hiro-san's whole body to shiver.
Nowaki lasted a few more thrusts before he released his cum inside of Hiro-san's hole.
"Duly noted. The darker version of Nowaki has sex with MC in the greenhouse instead of his dorm room in the middle of the day. Fuck. That was hot." Hiroki muttered as he laid on his side. As he heard Nowaki's grunt of completion, his breath hitched and his cock fluttered.
Tempted, he placed his hand on his bulge. Rubbing his dick with varying pressure, he laid his head onto the side. His breath grew heavy as he remembered the darker route's sex scene.
Nowaki's voice actor went beyond his job description to make this scene far hotter than the light version. Almost as if he was enjoying himself in the booth while others watched him. A ridiculous thought, but nonetheless, Hiroki commended the man for his job well done.
Grabbing his phone, Hiroki hovered it above him and clicked next. The next sequence showed Nowaki caring for the main character, his blue eyes lingered on the bite marks on his shoulders. A satisfied smirk formed on Nowaki's face as he helped the MC clean themselves with damp towels.
Hiroki gulped .
Akihiko wasn't going to find out that he was going to pleasure himself using Nowaki's voice actor's voice.
He pressed the back button and the scene replayed again.
As Hiroki slept in bed, one of the first floor's apartments caught on fire.
Deep in his sleep, he didn't wake up as neighbors slammed their fists on doors on their way out of the building. Echoes of screams and panic rose as people managed to get down the stairs without issue.
Since Hiroki kept to himself, no one thought to check his apartment. He continued on sleeping in his warm and comfortable bed. Ignorant of the fact that his apartment was penetrated with thick black smoke and fire burned up the wooden fixtures of the building.
Soon enough, smoke filtered through the nooks and crevices of the cheap apartment. Apartments from the second floor were filled to the brim with choke inducing smoke. The first floor apartments were now overtaken by hot, burning flames.
Slow and steady, Hiroki inhaled enough carbon monoxide to die feeling pain.
Around his corpse, his beloved books burned into ashes and his phone beeped with frantic notifications.
TBC