The Bet 》A Shinichiro Sano Story

Akira's Secret

Haru let out a tired yawn as he walked downstairs that morning. Rubbing his eye, he made his way toward the kitchen as the aroma of pancakes filled the house. He froze by the entryway when he saw Saiko and Shinichiro cooking. Shinichiro wiped the melted chocolate off Saiko's cheek with his finger before licking it clean. Saiko chuckled at his antics before giving him a light shove.

Saiko noticed Haru and smiled at him. "Hey, Haru. Don't be shy. Grab whatever looks good."

"There's chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, sausages. I'm making omelets if you want any," Shinichiro added.

Haru slowly went to the cabinet and grabbed a plate. "I didn't know Shinichiro stayed over," he said after noting the guy wearing sweats while sporting a bedhead.

"Yeah, it was late and I didn't want Shin to be out that late," Saiko explained. She froze when Haru looked at her confusingly. "What?"

"Your face looks a bit swollen," he pointed out, which made Shinichiro choke on his juice. "Did Yor decide to cook?"

Saiko felt her face heat up while Shinichiro began coughing violently. Last night was...something for the both of them. After they shared a few more kisses, the couple decided to sleep. When they woke up Saiko's throat was more swollen than last night, which made Shinichiro a teeny bit proud of himself.

"Um, no," she began. "Her husband cooked."

"That's good," Haru said as he prepared himself a plate. "But how is your face swollen?"

"Saiko took a big bite of her dessert and ended up choking on it," Shinichiro teased. He smirked when he saw the tip of her ears turning red.

Haru's brows shot up. "Was it that good?"

Shinichiro looked at Saiko. "I don't know, was it?" He had to admit it was pretty cute seeing the girl getting all flustered.

Saiko did her best not to look Shinichiro in the eye. "You saw me going for seconds, what do you think?'

"I thought you would have gotten full after the first one."

"Like you did with the melons," she retorted, referring to her boobs.

It was Shinichiro's turn to blush. "They were really sweet."

Saiko smirked. "I'm sure they were. And...I didn't hate the dessert. I wouldn't mind getting some more next time."

"Next time?" Shinichiro squeaked as his heart began thumping rapidly in his chest. She's ok sucking me off again?

"Yeah, is that OK with you?"

"Y - Yes. But next time, I'll bring dessert." Trying to play it cool, Shinichiro sends a little wink to Saiko.

At this point, Saiko's face was fully red.

Why the hell is he making me feel like this? she thought. I would have called him a perv if he said this to me in public - but this was before we started dating. Well, fake dating. And last night, I only intended to give him a hand job in thanks. It just...I couldn't help myself when I saw his dick. Saiko blushed harder as she felt her nether region pulsing again. Oh, god, just thinking how big and veiny he is makes me want to have him in my mouth again. And when he just shoved himself further into my mouth...I got more excited and wanted more. What the hell is wrong with me?

Saiko jumped when she felt something cold against her cheek. Haru felt his plate in one hand with an ice pack covered in cloth in the other. He pressed it against her cheek until Saiko slowly took it from him.

"I don't think it matters who brings dessert," Haru began, not really getting the hint about what they were talking about. "As long as Yor doesn't make it, you should be good." Haru went over and karate-chopped the back of Shinichiro's neck, shocking the couple. "I don't care what you guys do in your relationship, but don't refer to my sister's boobs as melons. You're not fooling anyone." He took a bite of his pancakes before heading toward the living room. "Thanks for the meal, though."