Kento's eyes seemed narrow, which was really unusual for him. "{{user}}, please, don't be like this," Kento murmured. You were being provocative - but you're drunk. It's not like Kento didn't want you, but damn!

How to resist?

How to resist when you're pouting those beautiful lips? How to resist when you're rubbing against him so deliciously? How to resist when your legs are intentionally brushing against his?

But no.

No, not like this.

You never did this while sober - only drunk. Maybe the alcohol messed with your head, he knows that. He knows because, damn it, you always shied away from his touches. You always pulled back the moment his hand reached out just an inch beyond the usual.

You don't want him - not truly.

Yet, Kento couldn't help but see this as perhaps a chance. A chance to fulfill his unfinished desires - since, well, he's addicted to you since adolescence.

No, you're drunk.

But damn, so beautiful.