✔ Your Bias is my Housemate!

Chapter 9 - Teasing Game

Fanart credit in the photo~

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"You're living with a guy?!" Lisa's jaw dropped

"Shhh! No one's supposed to know!" I couldn't take it. I left the house and called lisa.

"Ohmygosh! That was him!" She squealed

"You met him?" I raised a brow

"He was the one who moaned when I talked to you on the phone the last time right?" I blushed at the memory

"Omg omg omg! Is he hot? What's his name?" She started slapping my arms and squealing like a fangirl

"Way to react. And no, I already told you about our set up. I can't tell you his name." She pouted but then inched closer to me

"So.. what base?" I didn't get it at first but then she wiggled her eyebrows.

"What? No?!" I looked away from her and sipped on my iced choco.

"Riiiight. So what's with the hickey?" My hand automatically reached to my neck where he pecked earlier

"Gotcha!" I blushed hard and she laughed

"Maybe I should go to church. I have greatly sinned." She laughed harder and I glared at her.

"I'm not kidding! I feel things and he's not even touching me!" I need holy water.

"Tell me everything." I contemplated but told lisa what happened between us since the beginning

"Woohoo!" She fanned herself and I slapped her hands away

"Seems like your bodies were sexually attracted since the beginning." I groaned and covered my face with my palms

"You really didn't find him attractive?" I played with my straw and stirred my drink with it.

"No. Not at first. Would have I said I would never give in to him nor kiss him, if I did?" I've never felt this way to a guy before.

"Maybe if you got a taste, it would go away? Your body might just be complaining it hadn't been romantically touched." I thought about it and blushed. I can't believe I'm having this kind of conversation

"We can't do that remember?" That stupid rule.

"I said taste. Not going all out. You said so yourself, he's okay with sharing his lips. And since he's the one who created that rule, let him be the one to break it then." She smirked.

"How?" Am I really actually considering this?

"The art of seduction. Use your body!" I paled and she laughed.

"I really need to go to church. Maybe I can find the answer there." I finished my drink and turned to lisa

"can't go with you. I'd melt as soon as I stepped inside." She laughed and this time I laughed with her.

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I sighed and calmed myself. I looked at the sacred place and hope to find solace.

I entered the confession room and waited for the priest. I kneeled and prayed. I hear the other door open and the priest walks in.

"Bless me father for I ha--" i scrambled to the divider separating us.

"What is it child?" I rubbed my eyes and looked at the priest again.

"I.. I uhmm.. I will come back!" I quickly left the confession room and on my way out I bumped to and when I looked up I gasped. I ran out of the church and panted. Everywhere I look, it looks like him!

"Just a taste... a taste.. then I can confess." I clenched my fists and hailed a cab to go home.

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I gulped at the sight in front of me. I'm the one who is supposed to seduce! Not the other way around!

"You made this for me?" He turned to me all in his wet glory. His right hand drying his hair with a towel, while the other is holding my canvas.

"Oh, you know. I was bored..." I took off my shoes and placed my bag at the counter

"Thank you. I'll keep it." He kissed my forehead like it's the most natural thing to do!

"I'll frame it and put it on the studio." He carefully put it on his bag like it's fragile.

"Studio?" He froze and then nonchalantly say it's his sister's.

"Let me dry your hair." I caught his hand and made him sit on the high-chair.

I purposely stood in between his legs as I grabbed the towel from him and dried his hair.

"You smell nice." I smirked. Omg bad rosé! I didn't let you grow up like this. Oh puhlease, she had always had it in her. Go girl! Get that smooch! I shook away my inner consciousness.

"There! All dry." I patted his head and smiled. His hands still holding my waist.

"Uhm, thanks." He let go and moved to stand up.

"Can you help?" He stopped and faced me. I turned around and moved my hair to one side.

"Can you open the zipper? I struggling to reach it." I felt his hands brush my nape as he opened the zipper at the back of my dress. I hear his intake of air

"You're not wearing bra." He whispered.

"No, I'm not. The dress..." I faced him.

"Has paddings." He looked away when I dropped my dress.

"But I'm still wearing skin-tone tube-top." He looked and blushed

"Ahh! Relaxation." I folded my dress and laid in bed.

"You're not changing?" I propped up my elbows for support, reclining.

"Too hot. Besides, you're just on your boxers. If it were just me, I'd be topless too." He gulped and I turned over. My face resting on the pillow.

He sighed and I felt the bed dip. I turned to look at his side and this time I gulp.

His hand covered his eyes and the other rests on his stomach, no, abs. My eyes roamed and appreciate what I see. His perfect side-profile, his chiseled jaw, his adams apple, his sculpted body. I licked my lips like he's some kind of food, waiting for me to devour.

I closed my eyes and calmed myself. I can feel the heat from his body radiating. This is what sexually frustrated means? I hate it.