Even In The Next Life

⛓Devil Attack⛓

*WARNING: Mature content ahead, proceed at own risk*
[Contains: Exophilia, Size Difference, Oral Sex, Face Fucking, Cum]

  It had been a month now since Akira had started working for me, and my coworkers were shocked by how long the baby-faced man had lasted. It wasn't favoritism or anything, Akira was honestly good at what he did. He kept me on a schedule, I didn't miss meals like before, and he was honestly a huge help. It made me feel good that I didn't have to fire him.

  Miko and Miki called a few times to check up on how he was doing, and they were glad that he was actually able to earn a living between classes. Whenever he had to leave in the middle of work to get to class, he left me a list of things to do before he got back, and the one time I hadn't finished the list, he scolded me like he was my mother....

  Akira was stubborn but it worked.

  "Coming!" I called out one afternoon when my doorbell was ringing. Answering it, I was a bit surprised to see Miki standing there with a basket in her arms. "Is something wrong?" I asked.

  "Oh, no!" She smiled. "I just came to thank you."

  "For?"

  "Well, my brother did start crying on you in the middle of the street, and you still gave him a job to boot." The green-eyed woman lifted the basket. "So, we all made you a dinner to say thanks for looking after Akira."

  "Oh....uh....thanks. And it's nothing, he needed a job, I needed an assistant, it just kind of worked." I rubbed the back of my head. "Plus, he's really hard-working, so it's not really me looking after him. Actually....if I think about it, he's looking after me." I chuckled.

"Well, either way, thanks." Miki smiled while handing me the basket. Taking it, I peeked inside and saw some meat. 'Score!' I thought while trying to not drool.

~

  "Um....Taiyo...."

  "What is it?" I looked over my shoulder at Akira as he was checking the work emails on the computer.

  "This author you're working with....are you two....dating?" He asked as his face was flushed.

  "What? Why would you ask that?"

  "....This email." He pointed to the screen while slouching forward and dropping his head so that he didn't have to look at it anymore.

  "Huh?" My brows furrowed as I walked over. Putting one hand on the back of his chair as I took the mouse, I scrolled to the top of the email to see which author it was from. "Oh, Chihiro...." I mumbled. 'But doesn't she write-' And my train of thought stopped as I read the first line of the email. Continuing to read, I knew this was just a section of her book she wanted me to illustrate. 'Fuck, Chihiro....that's some good shit.'

  "No, this author and I have a professional relationship. She writes adult books and sends me parts she wants me to draw for."

  "You illustrate that stuff too?" He mumbled, and I glanced at him.

  "Yeah. I make quite a bit of money doing what I do, and I'm good, so people from all genres will ask me to draw for them." As I was looking at him, I caught him staring at my chest as I was leaning onto the desk. I quirked up an eyebrow as he quickly looked away and began to fidget nervously. "....Akira?"

  "What?"

  "Did reading this make you hard?" I asked, watching how his shoulders tensed and his face went a darker red.

  "Wha- No!" He quickly said. "Why would you ask something like that?!"

  "You're lying." I stated, licking my lips hungrily while looking down at him.