When The Devil Fall In Love (Finder No Hyouteki FF)

Chapter 17: It's Time

Later in the day or maybe it was already the next day, Akihito can't really tell, since all he knew was the bed he was still sprawled on. With his body aching all over, sore muscles and numb limbs that he can't even move without scrunching his face—all becoming too familiar, every time Asami was with him. It became quite the norm.

Really, sex with Asami was always like Akihito was being run in by a mason or rammed by a freaking battle ram, it never fails to always end him up like a lifeless rag doll. Not that he isn't satisfied and sated, and most of all relieved, because damn. Bed activities with Asami was always amazing, it's like his soul was sent to other dimension. How the fuck that even made sense, was beyond his comprehension and understanding, his wary self from before was already transformed by Asami to be pliable and obedient, at least in bed. Should he be scared? Tsk. Was he maybe a closet masochist by any chance? Probably, in a way, but only particular to one man. Asami made a needy pervert out of him. And he loved it. Every. Fucking. Second. Of. It. No denying. Not that he's going to admit it in Asami's face, no sense in inflating the bastard's already over sized ego. Nah, nunca.

The floaty feeling he has was replaced by another pained grunts and groan when he remembered what he had done. The humiliation still eating him inside. How could his stupid ass mistake it for a dream, also not to mention even if that was the case, why the fuck he had that wet dream in this age and place? Asami, that's why. Now, Asami will not let him live a day without teasing him about it. He could already imagine the bastard's smug face in his mind while he's at it. Agh! The shame.

Speaking of, the damn guy was not there, without looking around he could tell. Akihito tried hard to sit up, as much as he want to just stay on the bed and play dead for how long he must need -to gather his courage and gain back the functionality of his bones and muscles- in facing the nightmare he created, he couldn't and he badly needed to pee too. So he carefully and gingerly moved his body towards the edge of the bed.

When his feet was safely on the floor he stood and didn't even manage to take a step, he embarrassingly fell into his knees and jolt his ass that earned a pained hiss escaping from his lips and a soundless scream, he can't help the tears from pooling in the corner of his eyes. Even with the thick carpet, it did nothing much to cushion his fall to ease the pain. No, the fall itself didn't hurt at all, it's his body vibrating, that is, like a million needles were poking at him all at once. Another thing that added to his grudge to the jerk named Asami.

"Ahhhh.... Damn Asami....I need to pee!!!" He's so frustrated that's he's hitting the floor with his palms while whisper-yelling. No matter how much he want to curse the man from the top of his lungs, he wouldn't want people to see him in this state. After a while lying there, because yeah, he rested for a bit, he gave up trying to walk and chose to crawl instead. Not the type like a baby would do with arms and knees, but snake type kind of crawl, using his elbows to drag himself a bit sideways to not drag and scratch his dick on the carpet and also his overly sensitive nipples. No need to add the injuries, thank you. But he didn't spare cursing the guy inside his head. Stupid, bastard Asami and his fucking dick. He should be the one slithering on the floor like this.

He was a step away from the bathroom door when he was startled and suddenly pulled up gently then carried princess style into the bathroom. By no other than the man who's responsible for his misery. He didn't even noticed when the man came in or how long has his been there probably making a fun of how Akihito made a fool of himself, or maybe the guy was actually there from the very beginning, that's really horrible if that's the case. But Asami just silently carried him inside the bathroom.

"Ugh.. thanks." Akihito weakly said to Asami and pushed the man out. Not passing the chance of giving the man the deadliest glare he could muster and a dirty finger despite his embarrassment.