COTE: The Paro-Parody

Piano, My Waifu

Inside the dorm room 401, you could hear someone grunting occasionally.

A young man standing at the height 5'8 tall had sweats dripping all over his torso. His hair was wet due to his own sweat and even the sleeveless shirt he wore was dampened to the point that his muscular chest and abdomen was presented in a way that could capture Pokewomen in a single instant.

Sitting at the edge of the bed was a woman who has a perfectly fit body and has toned legs. Her breasts is approximately in between CC to DD, accentuated by her thin and sexy waist that the young man couldn't avert his eyes from.

The young lady crossed her legs and leaned, supporting herself by planting one of her hand a little bit behind her. Her hair that was tied in a ponytail was no more as she gently removed the scrunchie off it.

She bared a lovely smile and checked out the young man in every angle. She whistled at the sexiness he exuded at the moment and spoke.

"How sexy, Kiyotaka."

Kiyotaka looked at her face without stopping and countered.

"Not as much as you, babe."

She purred at the rough tone he used in referring to her. She twirled the ends of her long fringes and blushed at the still gaze she received.

"I can be sexier, darling~♡" whispered the girl in a sultry tone.

It sent tingles to his jingles that dangles under his dingle, ding-a-ling. He was so ready to mingle. He stopped his activity for a while and walked toward the girl, kneeling just to be in the same level as her.

He places a single finger under her chin and showed a slight smile with all his strength.

"And I can turn you even sexier later on," retorted Kiyotaka.

She had more than enough. She unconsciously licked her lower lips before biting it down as her other bottom lips started itching.

"Is that a reminder?" She asked, blushing in expectation. Leaning in a bit closer, she stroked his cheek.

Her eyes glazed in curiosity and desire yet it also conveyed a message. "What's your response?" would be the closer inquiry coming from her eyes. It sprouted a sense of challenge inside Kiyotaka. He smirked mentally.

"No. That's a promise," he whispered.

That sentence sent shivers down her spin but in an exciting way. However, the excitement died down as Kiyotaka let go of her chin.

"For another time," he said, as the smirk that he made in his mind widen.

She stared at him then to her hands then back to him before crossing her arms under her bosom. She scowled at Kiyotaka before turning away, pouting.

He always do that. She knows that they aren't dating but they may as well be since they're always together. Even their classmates and some schoolmates thought that they are together in a romantic sense.

Well, for her, she also believe that both of them are involved together in a romantic sense as they always go on dates and even sleep together, minus the sexual activities.

You could say that they have a platonic-romantic relationship, if that is even possible.

Kiyotaka, for the most part, enjoyed spending time with her and knew about her feelings. Hell, even he admitted his feelings indirectly to her as well.

The meaning may have flown over her head before. That's why he wanted to let her know in the clearest way possible.

Seeing her pout after his teasing, his stomach was filled with butterflies. As much as he enjoyed feeling it, he was also annoyed that his patience is running out.