Stealing Spree

Chapter 2238: Your promise...



"You always sweet talk your way out of everything..." Rumi mumbled, but her eyes were filled with affection as she leaned into me. Our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, the tension between us building as we slip away from the work atmosphere. We could now focus on ourselves and nothing else.

"Does that bother you, Rumi? Should I be stiff with how I talk to you? For example, like a proper junior when I just joined the club." I leaned in closer, my voice teasing her.

"That would be weird, shameless guy. You've never acted like a proper junior at all. If anything, you keep on angering me every time you're around." Rumi playfully poked my cheek as her eyes fluttered while remembering the past. But despite her words, I could sense the sweet tone lying beneath it. This girl had grown to like me. Just like how I also ended up falling for her.

Now, we needed no confirmation anymore, she just wanted me to pay more attention to her, inside and outside of our club.

"Sorry, your boyfriend is such a menace, I should've treated my Rumi better." I whispered into her ear as my hands wrapped tightly around her waist, bringing her to my lap.

Rumi adorably pouted as she felt my warmth and turned to look at me with her deep-black eyes that spoke of her affection for me.

The gloom she was feeling earlier was all but expelled. But I knew for myself that I had to do more for her. To make this day another memorable day for her.

"Take care of our club, Ruki. Kana and I won't be able to come by anymore after summer vacation. We can visit but that's it. You and Karen along with Mirae-chan and Hana have to continue it."

"Mhm. I will. I won't let your beloved club shut down." I kissed her in my own reassuring way. And Rumi accepted it, parting her lips for me to take.

"Good. That's all I wish for." She murmured, her satisfaction apparent in her voice.

After a while, I quipped teasingly in between our connecting lips, "Is that true? Do you not wish for me to continue seeing you? To cheer you up for your college entrance exam preparations?"

But Rumi simply shook her head.

"... Knowing you, you'll do it even without my prompt. I'll wait for those times."

With a blush that spoke volumes of her affection for me, hid herself by covering my eyes. Since she was on my lap, she didn't really have that much option on how she would hide her flustered expression. But she was so adorable that I couldn't help but chuckle at her attempt. "You're right. I may just show up at the window of your classroom at that time. I'll draw you or Kana to me. Or maybe both depending on how busy you are."

"Are we fishes?!" Rumi exclaimed as she tried to keep her laughter down. "Ruki, you're terrible..."

As her laughter subsided, Rumi's eyes searched for mine as she leaned in closer, resuming what we started.

With her breath as sweet as the scent of the tea we just drank, I never resisted the draw she had

on me.

From kisses to gentle caresses, the two of us slowly let our guards down, allowing the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface to finally bubble over.

Rumi's fingers traced the outline of my face, memorizing it as she never let up with her kisses. As her legs comfortably settled on the couch, she soon straddled me, her warmth pressing against my groin.

Her eyes reflected my image, equally as flustered as hers, and I knew mine was projecting hers. And beneath our eyes were our smoldering desire for each other.

"Ruki... Your promise..."

As my lips slid down to her neck, showering that part of her with more kisses than she could ever ask for, Rumi's hands began to wander as they traced the path down to my chest. Instead of feeling it up intimately, she simply put it over my heart, feeling the beat of my heart which had sped up from my excitement for her. Her touch was soft and gentle, sending me reeling in comfortable pleasure.

Yeah.

I remembered that promise. The last time I was here, she told me she wanted to see the effect of the miraculous tea on me.

And she said that once we finished writing my scenario, I'd be spending the night here with her.

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"Mhm... I didn't forget, Rumi. I'll come back later at night. After my part-time job and settling what I need to settle for the day. Can you wait for me?" I whispered into her ear as her body quivered slightly from being tickled by my breath.

Rumi shyly nodded but her eyes told me her anticipation for it as her cheeks took on a deeper crimson color.

"I'll prepare dinner. Save a space on your stomach, okay?"

"Really? I'll look forward to that. Should I bring a cake?"

"... What's the cake for? It's not like we're celebrating."

"I don't know... Belated celebration of your birthday?"

"You're five months late, shameless Ruki. Or... you're seven months early. Save that." She puffed up her cheeks as she unintentionally revealed her birth month to me. I haven't asked for it but from what she said... it should be January, right? Would you look at that, we were probably one month apart. But she's older than me so... it didn't really matter that much. "Then... let's celebrate something. Our first draft... or our first night together."

"Pervert..." Rumi pouted more but slowly, it stretched into a beautiful smile. The girl leaned further into me as her chest got squeezed between us.

The heat coming from her body mingled with mine as our heads spiraled further into a moment of passion.

She's not wearing anything underneath her clothes, giving me a proper feel of her shape. I already noticed it earlier but I held myself back from staring. Now, I didn't need to. I could feel it and make her feel good.

As I was at that thought, Rumi's hands slipped under my shirt, feeling up my bare skin as the girl came to a decision.

For the first time... she's not going to wait for me to make a move. She's going to initiate while straddling on my lap.

"Ruki... I love you." Rumi affectionately whispered as she took my shirt off before locking our lips together. Her fiery passion was blazing as she didn't let herself get swept away by my

pace.

Inwardly, I couldn't help but feel proud of my girl but outwardly, I supported her endeavor as I let her do what she wanted to accomplish as I matched her rhythm.