The House Always Wins | Kakegurui x Male Reader

Chapter VIII

At this point I won't even warn it, horny Y/n and horny Yumeko too :] and horny writing as well.

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As Y/N jogged along the sidewalk, the morning created a cool, refreshing weather perfect for a run. He was dressed in shorts and a hoodie, embodying the casual, athletic look.

"So the trick to running and talking at the same time is—," he started, turning to share his wisdom, only to find Yumeko trailing significantly behind.

"Hello! ...Y/N-san...I'm.... a bit t—tired," she panted, a giggle escaping her between breaths. She wore a form-fitting tank top that accentuated her ample chest and a pair of yoga pants that outlined her hips and thighs, suggesting softness beneath their stretchy constraint. Even in a state of exhaustion, Yumeko exuded a blend of innocence and hotness that was downright captivating.

Realizing her struggle, Y/N jogged back to her, pulling a water bottle from his backpack and offering it with a concerned smile. "Let's slow down," he suggested.

"I appreciate you wanting to come with me, but we can do something else—," he began, ready to alter their plans for her comfort.

Yumeko placed her fingers gently on his lips, silencing him. "No, you do everything I like without excuse... I want to do the same, Y/N-san," she insisted warmly with determination and affection.

Overwhelmed by her gesture, Y/N reached out to pat her head, a move that was both tender and playful. Yumeko's response was to close her eyes in delight, letting out a soft hum that resonated with happiness. Her reaction was so genuine, so endearing, that Y/N gushed inside.

"So, let's jog slower?" Y/N suggested, adjusting their pace to something more manageable for Yumeko.

She nodded, still panting but clearly pleased to keep going. "Now, Yumeko-san, what are your plans for the day?" he asked, curious about her daily routine.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure. Probably make us dinner, do chores at home, buy things?" she listed off, the simplicity of her day intertwined with their shared dinner plans—a ritual that had become their intimate evening routine.

"And besides working, what will you do?" Yumeko asked, her gaze curious.

"Oh, just waiting for the company of Yumeko Jabami.".

Her smile widened. "Oh! Will you come with me to buy some groceries then?" she proposed.

"But did you bring money—?" Y/N started to ask before she pulled her wallet from the top of her tank, a movement that drew his attention in a way that was anything but innocent.

"God, please reincarnate me as Yumeko's wallet if I have a stroke right now," he thought, half-jokingly, as he imagined the warmth of being tucked close to her skin.

"So! What do yo—" she began, but Y/N, spurred by an impulsive urge, grabbed her wrist gently.

"Let's go," he said, decisively leading the way.

She giggled, a sound that never failed to stir something in him. "Y/N-san, remember public affection—" she reminded, though her tone suggested she was far from displeased.