Yūto Shō's hand pressed against the back of Egawa Mitsuki's skirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh hidden beneath the fabric. To avoid drawing attention, he stepped closer to the girl's back, creating the illusion of a couple browsing the aisle together.
At the same time, his ring finger traced the crooked seam down her cleft and began to move in slow, deliberate circles.
"Mm...."
The shameful and furious girl let out a small, kitten-like moan that betrayed her completely. Her beautiful eyes welled up almost instantly, and the icy sharpness she'd worn moments before melted away.
Being toyed with from behind like this—in public, no less—left Egawa Mitsuki mortified and on edge. She trembled as she hissed, "Stop, this is a supermarket!"
"It's only been a few days, and your body's still this sensitive. Even getting groped between the shelves and you're already reacting." Yūto Shō didn't relent. He grinned at her flushed, glaring face, his words designed to needle her, his hand growing rougher by the second.
Egawa Mitsuki frowned as the fabric pinched against her, a pinprick of pain shooting through her—but right behind the pain came a strange, electric tingle that left her stunned for a beat.
When she came back to herself, a flash of mortification crossed her face. She gritted her teeth and shot Yūto Shō a venomous glare. "Are you out of your mind?!"
This was a supermarket. Anyone could round the corner at any second. Yūto Shō actually dared to molest her in the open like this—did he have a death wish?
Yūto Shō was scared too, of course, but watching the girl casually drop a box of condoms into her basket—for someone else—had snapped something inside him like a fraying piano wire.
…
Seeing Egawa Mitsuki so humiliated and furious, yet too terrified of being noticed to cry out for help, sent a shiver of dark thrill down his spine. His hand kept working the back of her skirt almost on its own.
"You—don't—mmh..." Egawa Mitsuki bit her bottom lip, her delicate face caught in a battle she was losing. Her eyes suddenly squeezed shut, her legs quivered, and she could barely keep herself upright.
The girl's reaction caught Yūto Shō off guard. Did getting bullied like this actually feel that good to her? There was no way she was that depraved.
Then it hit him—the last time, when he'd licked Egawa Mitsuki's toes, she'd worn that same drunken, overwhelmed look. He wasn't anywhere near her feet this time, but his ring finger was pressing on a very particular spot.
Some people thought it was filthy. Others were absolutely feral about it.
So this was...
Yūto Shō's expression shifted abruptly. He pulled his hand back and turned on his heel, slipping away.
….
At that moment, Egawa Mitsuki had no spare attention to glance behind her. She gripped the shelf with both hands, brows knit tight, the faintest hint of pleasure flickering through her clenched expression.
When she registered that the offending hand had suddenly vanished, an unwelcome flicker of disappointment passed through her. She lowered her heels and exhaled a long, unsteady breath, puzzled now—had Yūto Shō actually backed off and walked away?
She glanced back to see her female driver pushing a cart loaded with ten bags of rice, shuffling toward her like an NPC hauling a quest item.
"Mitsuki-Chan, I got the rice." The woman pulled up beside Egawa Mitsuki, panting.
Egawa Mitsuki instantly understood why Yūto Shō had bolted. Her face betrayed nothing as she said flatly, "I want to go home."
Yūto Shō was here. She wasn't about to linger another minute.
The driver brightened. "Then this rice..."
Egawa Mitsuki shot her a cold look. "Go pay for it."
The woman gave a bitter smile and resigned herself to shoving over a hundred kilos of rice toward the registers, while Egawa Mitsuki trailed beside her, eyes scanning the aisles like a sentry.
…
When they reached the checkout, it was the weekend, and the line stretched long.
Egawa Mitsuki frowned and said to the driver, "Go pay. I'll wait here."
This was the most crowded part of the store. She wasn't worried about Yūto Shō trying anything in front of so many witnesses.
The driver nodded and wheeled the rice-laden cart toward the back of the line, drawing curious looks from nearby shoppers.
Egawa Mitsuki crossed her arms, expression blank.
Then, out of nowhere, something bumped her from behind—right against her backside—sharp enough to make her flinch. She whipped around and there he was again, Yūto Shō's punchable face hovering close.
"Ah, sorry about that. Didn't see you standing there." Yūto Shō's tone was textbook apologetic. A few people glanced over, registered nothing scandalous, and looked away.
Egawa Mitsuki looked at Yūto Shō with a complicated expression and said coldly, "What do you want?"
Yūto Shō studied her icy mask with obvious interest. She hadn't looked anything like this a few minutes ago, and it was precisely the contrast—the prim composure stretched tight over the trembling girl underneath—that made him want to ruin her even more.
Then he remembered exactly who she'd been buying those condoms for, and a fresh surge of anger tightened his jaw. No more playing nice. With no one within earshot, he murmured, "You drove here, didn't you? Go wait in your car. When you get there, send me the location. And don't let your driver in on it—you don't want to find out what happens if you do."
With that, Yūto Shō ignored the girl's stricken expression and walked straight out of the supermarket.
….
Egawa Mitsuki stood frozen, color draining and flooding her face in alternating waves. She had no idea how much time had passed before her driver came over to say the bill was settled. Only then did she snap out of it.
She told the driver, "There's too much rice—the cart can't make the trip alone. Call someone to come help with the pickup. I'm tired, I'll head back to the car first. Give me the keys."
…
After taking the car keys and sending the driver off, Egawa Mitsuki didn't head straight to the parking garage. She doubled back to the earlier shelf, picked up a box of condoms, and brought it to a register.
She rode the elevator down to basement level two, where the cars were sparser and the foot traffic thinned to almost nothing. Walking alone through the dim concrete cavern, her body trembled faintly, somewhere between fear and nerves.
She slid into her car quickly. The enclosed space didn't comfort her—if anything, the trembling worsened.
Egawa Mitsuki pulled out her phone, hesitated, then ground her teeth and texted Yūto Shō her location.
"Three minutes out."
"I'm on basement level two."
"I see your car."
"Walking over now."
Yūto Shō kept the updates rolling, like he was savoring every second of her dread.
Egawa Mitsuki startled when she read he was nearby. She glanced through the window and spotted his figure cutting across the lot.
The girl's eyes filled with raw, animal terror.
Yūto Shō strolled up to the sedan in no particular hurry and rapped his knuckles against the window.
…
After a long pause, the back door finally cracked open. Yūto Shō's lips curled, and he slid into the seat.
He looked at the girl beside him—rigid as a board, frozen in place—and gave her the slow, satisfied smile of a cat eyeing a cornered mouse.
Yūto Shō wasn't in any rush. He patted the leather seat appreciatively. "Not bad. Plush. With this much give, the vibrations are gonna feel amazing."
Egawa Mitsuki's stomach dropped. She looked at him with raw humiliation, bit down hard, and suddenly hurled a box at him before squeezing her eyes shut in dread.
Yūto Shō caught the projectile on instinct and blinked—a box of condoms.
He looked at the girl, stunned, then put the pieces together. "Wait. You bought these for me?"
Egawa Mitsuki seemed to have flipped a switch, going full kamikaze. She said coldly, "Use them all up if you want. As long as you don't put it in, do whatever you want."
She tacked on a small sneer at the end, as if daring him—mocking the idea that he could ever burn through an entire box. But Yūto Shō didn't bristle. He smiled, looking at her with something close to delight.
Then he leaned in and pressed a hard, sloppy kiss to her delicate cheek, unable to wipe the grin off his face.
Egawa Mitsuki's face flushed crimson. She scrubbed the back of her hand across her cheek, glaring at him with eyes so wide and wet she looked like a tiny puffed-up kitten, fur on end.
"Don't be so stingy. You bought me a whole box—tear one open, let's see if they're any good. Mm, why don't you show me how to blow one up like a balloon."
Yūto Shō reached out and cupped her cheek, thumb dragging along the soft, tender skin, savoring how she felt beneath his hand. His expression was pure mischief as the words slipped out, slow and amused.