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[Chapter 18] My night with a lawyer

She tried to push him away, but before she could, Yasu hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

"Yasu! What the—!?" Nanami sputtered, half shocked, half indignant. She squirmed slightly, but not with any real conviction. She was too surprised by the sheer strength it must've taken to lift her so easily.

Yasu, completely unfazed by her reaction, started walking towards the street, his stride steady and determined. "You don't want to go home?"

She blinked, her face pressed against his back. "I'm... too heavy! You can't—"

"I can, and I am," he said curtly, not even breaking his stride.

Nanami's heart was racing. She had always seen Yasu as calm, collected, but this... this was different. She was too tipsy to fully grasp what was happening, but she couldn't help stealing glances at him. His sharp jawline, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, his muscles tensed beneath his shirt. She'd never seen him this way before.

Before she knew it, he was hailing a taxi. He set her down gently but firmly, practically throwing her into the backseat. Nanami sat there, speechless, as Yasu slid into the seat beside her, his expression unreadable.

The ride was silent. Nanami glanced at him from the corner of her eye, still processing what had just happened. Yasu stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched, deep in thought.

She wanted to say something, anything, but for once, her usually sharp tongue was at a loss. She could only sit there, stealing quick glances at him, wondering what he was thinking. She'd never felt this disoriented around him before.

The taxi pulled up outside the apartment building, and before Nanami could react, Yasu was already paying the driver. He stepped out of the car, walked around to her side, and without a word, picked her up again—over his shoulder like before.

"Yasu!" she exclaimed, startled again by how effortlessly he carried her. Seven flights of stairs, and he didn't even break a sweat. Nanami could feel the tension building inside her as they ascended. Her pulse quickened with every step, her breath hitching as she realised just how strong he was.

By the time they reached the seventh floor, Nanami was a mess of tangled emotions. She was too attracted to him in this moment, more than she'd ever admit.

Yasu pushed the door to her apartment open, carrying her inside like she weighed nothing. He walked straight to her bedroom and, without ceremony, tossed her onto the bed. Nanami landed with a soft thud, her breath catching as she watched him loosen his tie, preparing to leave.

But something in her snapped.

Without thinking, she reached up, grabbing his loosened tie, and yanked him down toward her. Yasu stumbled slightly, surprised, but before he could react, Nanami's voice came out in a low, sultry whisper, "Hot girls like to be manhandled, you know."

Before he could say a word, she pressed her lips to his, the kiss electric. It was raw, impulsive, a collision of everything they had been holding back for too long. Yasu's hand instinctively moved to her waist, gripping her tightly as he kissed her back, the heat between them undeniable.

For a moment, everything else disappeared—the anger, the confusion, the pain. All that existed was this moment, this kiss, and the way they fit together like two puzzle pieces that had finally found their place.

And he did not stop.

Yasu's hand slid from her waist up to the side of her face, his fingers threading through her short hair as he deepened the kiss. There was a hunger in it, something neither of them had allowed themselves to feel until now. Nanami's hands found their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if she were holding on for dear life.