"Mmm…"
Silver threads of saliva connected them. Yino's hands gripped Yuyan's waist as the last traces of coldness melted from his face, replaced by the crimson flush from the woman in his arms.
Reason? When his senior sister throws herself at him like this, kissing him senseless—what reason?
"Now do you feel it is real?"
The air turned thick with desire. Yuyan's voice turned sultry and tempting.
Maybe… She'd never been as cold and untouchable as Yino had imagined.
At least right now, Yino realized Yuyan was absolutely lethal at this. Every seductive glance, every movement as she pressed against his chest, even the way she licked her lips—it all felt perfectly choreographed yet completely natural. He couldn't spot a single fake moment.
"Senior sister…"
"If you keep this up, I'm gonna lose control."
Yino stared at Yuyan for a long moment before finally getting the words out.
Honestly, he felt like a total mood-killer saying it.
