Lahat ng Kabanata ng You’re Courting Me?! (MxM): Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

“I’ll make it work! You don’t need to do anything. I’ll make sure it works out this time”. Rei pleads, her voice heavy with desperation. Aito’s jaw clenches, but he says nothing. His silence only serves to fuel her desperation. She watches him carefully from across the table. He has been trying to get in touch with her for a while, and now she has given him the chance to speak with her. So why? Why won’t he just pick her side?— That’s all she’s asking for. All she needs now is support. Is it really so hard for him to just help her?. Just this once. It’s her life on the line here. “I’m serious. This time..this time I’m sure that I can get Miyamura, so just let me have this chance, Aito”. Tension crackles between them, apprehensive and fierce. He finally releases a sigh— but he still doesn’t face her. When he does, it’s to give her a glance that shows how uneasy her request makes him. “You can’t do this anymore, Rei. And neither can I”. His uneasiness morphs

‘But don’t think it’s over, this meeting is just starting’. Misa’s statement settles down in the executives, dampening their rising enthusiasm— like water on a flame. Miyamura leans back against his seat, looking down on the shareholders like a king looking down on a gathering of peasants. “What are you waiting for?”. His pheromones, which he let circulate around the room, take on a sharper edge. His presence intimidates everyone, including me. “…Sit down idiots”. They all scramble to their seats, unwilling to dawdle and offend him. He watches them with a passive expression, his face betraying none of his emotions. “Have security handle that one. It’s quite the eyesore, you know?”. Misa gestures to the female alpha lying on the ground. The sheer indifference in her tone is frightening. Yamato speaks into a communicative device on his ear, relaying instructions to god-knows-who. The entire room collectively holds its breath as two men in black walk in and swiftly rem

“Are you even trying to hide it?”. Misa asks flatly. She doesn’t look away from the road as she speaks to me. “I don’t understand what you mean, Miss”. Is it possible to deny every accusation sent my way? No— but will I continue to do it? Yes. It's an excellent life skill. “Do you need me to spell it out for you, Sorahiko? Or do you truly believe that all your actions go unnoticed?”. This is the first time Misa has called me by my name, she’s always called me ‘secretary’. Never ‘Sorahiko’. Have I actually done something wrong? Shit. I don’t want to sit in a car with an offended dominant alpha. I can’t. It won’t end well for me. “I-I really do not know what you’re talking about Miss. I’m not trying to undermine you or anything, but I really do not know”. Oh God. I don’t want to offend Aronohai Misa. “Is that so?”. I can’t read her. Not her face, nor her voice. She even has better control over her pheromones than Miyamura. “How unfortunate. I had thought that you wou

“Your nails”. Misa says, looking down at him with a tight smile. Sorahiko’s excitement morphs into confusion. He looks down at his hands, yet doesn’t see the problem. He doesn’t understand what she’s referring to. He looks back at Misa with visible confusion. “Your nails are digging into my thighs”. If possible, her tight smile gets even tighter. “It’s uncomfortable”. Realization dawns on the omega, he pulls his hands off her thighs and scrambles back away from her— but he forgot he’s on his knees under the dashboard, in a very cramped spot. The back of his head smacks against the bottom of the steering wheel, he doubles over in pain, clutching at his head. “That looked like it hurt”. The she-alpha chuckles, tone heavy with amusement. “Sounded like it too”. ________ “You know you can get out from under there right?”. I can almost feel the sarcasm in her words. I too would like to get out of here, but I’m not sure how. I know I can’t keep holding onto my he

“Is everything fine with you, Sora?”. He’s been staring at his food for ten minutes straight. It’s braised pork belly and rice. Sorahiko loves braised pork with his life, and yet, he hasn’t even picked up his chopsticks. Either he’s going through something world-changing, or the sun will begin to rise from the North. “You didn’t tell me you met up with Aronohai Misa”. It’s not a statement, it’s an accusation. Sakura fights the urge to roll her eyes. “It wasn’t a meet-up, it was more like an ambush”. She doesn’t even want to think of that day. She doesn’t want to think of Misa’s disarming smile that hides the monster underneath. She had almost died of fear. Sorahiko continues to stare blankly at his food. He’s sitting right beside her, and yet, he feels so distant. His shoulders are slumped and his eyes are shadowed. “Did she get physical with you? Did she make you do anything?”. He asks in a monotone. Even his voice sounds dead. “No she didn’t. She just kept on as