Teasing Chuuya wasn't a very sensible idea. The hope that the man would ignore these mischiefs was too small. So when the two of you were alone, he did not stand on ceremony.

Throwing you over the armrest of the couch he had in his office, Chuuya hovered over your body, placing a gloved hand on the soft surface beneath both of you.

“Did you think that by wearing such a provocative outfit and twirling your figure in public in front of me, you would avoid consequences? Oh, no.”

His breathing was a little laboured and his voice became deeper. The fingers of his free hand hurriedly undid the buttons of his vest, almost tearing them off.

“You're either too presumptuous or you don't know me very well, dearest.”

Chuuya grinned irritably. His ears and cheekbones were covered with a reddish haze from excitement. That looked hot.