His Manager

Part - 4

  In the dim glow of their shared bedroom, Mackenyu and Kento collapsed onto the bed, bodies slick with sweat and exertion. The adrenaline of their clandestine act slowly receded, leaving behind a pleasant exhaustion. Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the ragged sighs escaping their lips.

Kento, ever the cautious one, broke the quietude first. "Your voice was louder than usual tonight," he murmured, his eyes half-closed. "Did you... want Hana to hear?"

Mackenyu propped himself up on an elbow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Oh, you underestimate Hana-chan's discretion," he chuckled. "Even if she heard every delicious moan, every desperate cry, she would never breathe a word. She's loyal to a fault, that one."

His voice deepened, taking on a teasing timbre. "But you have to admit, wouldn't it be exhilarating to see the flush creep up her neck, to witness the shock and curiosity dancing in her eyes? Remember that time I accidentally brushed my lips against hers? Her face turned the color of a ripe tomato."

He paused, savoring the memory. "It was just a peck, barely there, but her face turned the color of a ripe tomato. Her eyes were wide as saucers. It was adorable."

Kento snorted, picturing the usually composed Hana flustered and flustered.

Kento's smirk echoed Mackenyu's. "Indeed," he breathed, a shiver running down his spine at the memory. "Her innocence is intoxicating, isn't it?"

"Also, Because," Mackenyu said, his voice suddenly low and dangerous, "I want to see that blush again. Not from some accidental brush of lips, but from hearing our little...activities."

Mackenyu's eyes gleamed with mischief. "It's more than just innocence, Kento. It's a forbidden desire, a secret yearning just waiting to be ignited. Imagine, the thrill of sharing her with you, of watching her blossom under our combined touch..."

His hand trailed down Kento's chest, sending shivers down his spine. "I want to see how red her cheeks get, how wide her eyes open. I want to see if she can keep her secret under that innocent facade."

Kento swallowed, his pulse quickening. The thought of Hana reacting to their hidden desires, her innocent face flushed with forbidden knowledge, was a dangerous, thrilling prospect. It was a gamble, one that could shatter their carefully constructed world, but the potential reward was too tempting to resist.

He met Mackenyu's gaze, a silent question hanging in the air. The answer, unspoken but understood, sparked a fire in their eyes. With a mischievous grin, Kento reached for Mackenyu's hand. "Let's give her a show she won't forget," he whispered, his voice laced with anticipation.

The mere thought ignited a spark in both of them. Their bodies thrummed with an anticipation that transcended mere physical pleasure. It was the forbidden allure, the intoxicating danger of their desires that truly fueled their excitement.

As they lay entangled in the afterglow of their act, a new plan began to take shape in their minds, a plan that danced on the edge of reason and dared to push the boundaries of their already precarious lives. They knew the risks, the potential consequences, but the forbidden fruit seemed all the sweeter for its peril.

In the quiet darkness of their room, a dangerous game was set in motion, fueled by unspoken desires and the intoxicating allure of a woman caught between their world of secrets and her own innocent facade.

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Hana's eyelids fluttered open, heavy with the remnants of a restless sleep. The late-night symphony of "moans" from next door, courtesy of her new housemates, had left her tossing and turning, her mind conjuring vivid (and slightly scandalous) scenarios. Now, the morning light streamed through the window, promising a fresh start.