ikigai [ reverse harem x reader ] ON HOLD

02

BOY TWO — HAYATE
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As Genji wiped the corner of the main room, a rusty, old nail that had been sticking out sliced his hand.

Genji cried in pain and you heard this and quickly whipped your head around and a bright pink blush was brought to your face.

The sound of Genji crying in pain left you feeling a certain arousal and pleasure. You walked towards the boy clutching his hand as ruby red liquid dripped from the crevices of his fingers on to his grayish bluish kimono.

You sat down beside him and took his hand in yours.

"It hurts." He whined.

Without thought, you brought your lips to his wound and cleaned up the blood spilling from the open cut with your tongue.

"—!" Genji's eyes grew wide and a blush crept to his cheeks.

You pulled away and wiped the excess blood that dripped from your lips. Genji followed you as the two of you walked to the front of the shrine and you instructed him to dip his hands in the wooden bowl full of water.

He did as so.

Then, the two of you went to your closet and you pulled out a spare piece of fabric that your father meant to turn into an obi for one of your kimonos.

But he died before he could ever finish once of his many projects.

You wrapped the light pink fabric around his wound and Genji quickly protested.

"Y-Y/n-sama! This looks like expensive fabric. I wouldn't want to soil it—"

"Hush." You said sternly as he wrapped it tightly around his hand.

He quickly froze and shut his mouth.

"There." You said before looking into his brown eyes. He was still blushing from the encounter the two of you had.

You took his hand in yours and led him to the futon laid out in front of the Kami statue.

"Genji." You said.

"Yes?" He asked.

He was incredibly flustered. There was sexual tension growing between the two. Or, at least he had felt it.

"Take your kimono off." You said without hesitation.

You had no ill or sexual intent when you instructed him. All you really wanted was to see his body.

After one of your trips to the market down in the city, you had found a journal laying in the soil depicting detailed drawings of nude men.

You looked and analyzed every page. It fascinated you. You wanted to see it in real life and knew you had a willing participant back at the shrine.

Without even thinking, Genji stripped from his kimono and was left nude in front of you. You blushed a bit at the sight and stepped a foot closer.

He didn't look like the drawings. He wasn't extremely toned and muscular. He was slender and thin. It pleased you nonetheless.