MIDORI’S POV
I had stood in the middle of the private chamber, with my kimono upraised high above my waist, then my fingers began parting my pussy as I fingered myself in a suggestive and deliberate rhythm right in front of Benjamin’s face.
"C’mon, Ben-sama!" My voice stretched out high and mischievous, the sa tone I always used when I wanted attention. "Pussy-chan wants to eat your cock~"
But he was just sitting there on the low cushion, his legs crossed, watching with those calm blue eyes.
He didn’t blush, or enter a stamring ss like he usually would. And he didn’t even show refusal too. Just... watching like a specin.
My heart gave a strange but familiar stutter.
I’d been doing this can of thing for eons; flashing my pussy at the guards, teasing every gender that enters within proximity of , seducing folks and turning every interaction into a performance...
But it was still embarrassing when the victim didn’t react the way I expected, after everything I do.
Trying to break the awkward atmosphere that was starting to choke my confidence, I forced a laugh, "What? Pussy got your tongue?"
Then Ben-sama bent his head slightly to the left, in intrigue. He reached out his hand and gently pulled down to him where he was sitting.
Before I could even protest, his other hand settled on top of my head, warm and steady, then patted like I was a skittish kitten.
"You are one cute fox, aren’t you, Midori?"
I froze at what he muttered suddenly.
"What the hell, can you not treat like I’m so c... cute princess?"
I tried to break free from him, twisting my shoulders, but he held back with surprising strength, his palm still resting lightly on my hair.
"Hey, Midori..." He smiled down at —a soft and patient smile, without any trace of mockery. "I think you can stop now."
"S-Stop what? You’re not making any sense!" Fear had begun to crawl up my chest.
The fear that my secret was getting out. If it was Ben-sama, it was not completely impossible.
Maybe he realized that I wasn’t who I posed to be, and that I was actually an ordinary loser shalessly trying to match my sisters.
I was scared. I tried to run away, yanking myself away from him, but his grip was solid. Not tightly squeezing, but simply unyielding.
"Don’t run away," he said to my fox ears softly, the words brushing the sensitive fur and making wince from the sudden shiver of pleasure that raced down my spine. "Don’t just run away from who you are like that. You’re every bit as special as your sisters."
"Eh?" I turned my neck to see him, as my heart hamred in my chest, "How did you...?"
"So I saw you sneaking around the back—through that secret chamber—two days ago," he admitted, his voice light, "so I concealed myself and followed you. Sorry about that though."
He blushingly scratched the back of his neck. "And I found you... reading sothing that resembled an old novel?"
From the revelation, embarrassnt began to creep into my cheeks, burning hot. He continued, with his words careful yet certain.
"I also saw you tending to plants the other day when you thought no one was watching. Midori, it seems to that you like books and nature extrely well. So I was thinking... might you be an introvert pretending to be a depraved, hedonistic pervert?"
It’s over. I’m exposed.
His final words in the end broke , as warm and imdiate tears began to gush out of my eyes, before I could stop them.
"Wh... What’s wrong with that?" I sobbed into his arms enfolding my torso, as my voice cracked. "What’s wrong with... sniff... trying to be more than normal? There’s nothing so cool about plants and books, right? How can I compete with soone like Ayaka who can pull the finest gold from thin air—"
Before I could finish, Ben-sama pushed our lips together in a heartfelt kiss, my eyes widened at the assault.
It wasn’t really a desirous or shaggy kiss. It was a steady, or rather, a supporting kiss. His mouth was gentle against mine, tasting faintly of the sweetened tea he’d been drinking earlier.
At last, when he released , a thin string of saliva pulled between our lips for a mont before breaking.
As he licked his lips, he giggled softly. "I never expected to hear THE Midori speak in such a light and quiet tone. I had to kiss the hell out of it first, sorry."
My finger moved to settle on my lips. I was completely stunned, feeling the area where his mouth had been still tingling.
"Why?" I asked him in a hushed voice. "Are you not repulsed by my disgusting facade? Why did you still kiss knowing fully well that I’m a loser?"
"You idiot!" he pulled my cheek lightly, playful and affectionate. "Like I said, you all have different personalities and quirks that make you who you are. It doesn’t matter what others think. Look, they are facing their own business, so you face yours: caring for plants and reading stories is your business... And it’s so damn charming too~"
"Well, I won’t lie, the hedonist act is cute on its own too, I guess." He rubbed my head again, his fingers gentle in my hair. "I an, it’s like so dual personality thing. I like it too. I guess I like every part of you then! Ahaha. But hey, make sure to show more of the sheltered fox once in a while okay? It could be Our... Little. Secret~"
I stared at him, still sitting on his lap, with my eyes wide and sparkling as if I was looking at the god of gods. "Ben-sama... Who are you?"
"Eh?! What kind of question is that?!" He got flustered, waving his hands. "Is it a riddle or sothing? Uhm, uh... I am a guy, uhm, a man—I an—from the... Uh..."
"Pfft! Ahahaha! You are so silly, Ben-sama!" I burst out laughing at his disorientation; the way he got so serious trying to answer my rhetorical question. But then he pouted and snapped his head away, like a humiliated princess.
"Thank you, Ben-sama," I turned to face him fully and hugged him tight, with my face buried in his chest. "Just like this... you beca the most important person in my life..."
Since then, I would sneak around with him—
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