You Will Regret This Ichinose! [199]

Uesugi Gen was in distress.

Or rather—he was pretending to be.

From the very first bite of food, he had already sensed something was off. Yet, without the slightest change in expression, he continued eating as if nothing had happened.

Then, at just the right moment, he collapsed into Ichinose’s embrace.

Though he wasn’t sure exactly when Ichinose had figured him out, he had to admit—his Ichinose was truly formidable. She had arrived at the exact same plan he had originally come up with.

His initial strategy had been simple: let Ichinose finish eating, feed the little glutton until she was satisfied and sleepy, then sneak out and settle everything before she woke up.

Now, the roles were reversed.

Ichinose wanted him to sleep instead.

But that was fine. He hadn’t eaten much, and since Ichinose had also consumed the meal to avoid raising suspicion, all he had to do was wait for the drug to take effect.

"Gen-kun… darling… my dear husband…"

Ichinose’s voice purred into his ear, dripping with seduction—an entirely new tone he had never heard from her before.

Until now, her voice had always been brimming with cheerfulness, optimism, and sunshine. But now, it carried an unbearable sweetness, tickling at his very soul.

It made him desperate to sit up, pin her down, and listen to more of this intoxicating melody—

Hold it together! This is the critical moment!

Eyes tightly shut in the darkness, Uesugi Gen silently recited a mantra of self-restraint.

He then felt his head—previously nestled against her stomach—being gently lifted and turned so that he was now facing upward.

Slender fingers traced lightly across his face, while an infatuated gaze bore into him, as if longing to etch his image into eternity.

"As I thought… no matter how many times I look, I never get tired of it…"

Thank you, but hearing that makes me feel kind of embarrassed, Ichinose.

For the record, I also never get tired of looking at your flawless, snow-white face.

"Mmm—!"

A soft, adorable whimper escaped Ichinose’s lips as she suddenly hugged his head tightly.

Warmth—unbearable, suffocating warmth—pressed against his face through the fabric of her beige sweater.

"I'm such an unworthy wife… Not only did I fail to satisfy my beloved husband, but I even did this to him… I must be a bad woman."

No, Ichinose, there's no one more perfect than you. I love you to death. I love you so much.

But… could you please move your "precious treasures" off my face? I can’t breathe.

Her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils, igniting a dangerous fire within him.

No! Yamekoro!

Out of Ichinose’s sight, Uesugi Gen discreetly pinched the skin on his own arm, twisting it painfully to distract himself.

"Even so…"

He felt his head being freed at last.

"I must keep my dear husband by my side. We belong together."

Yes, yes, Ichinose, we belong together.

"And also…"

Also what?

—!?!—

Her soft, petal-like lips pressed against his cheek.

Then, a delicate little tongue darted out, slowly tracing over his skin. Warm. Silky. Utterly mind-numbing.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," Ichinose murmured against his cheek.

"Every time I see my dear husband’s face, I just can’t resist. But you never let me finish kissing you properly…"

She sounded adorably sulky.

What the hell do you mean?! You think I don't want to kiss you too?! I could kiss your flawless little face ten times a day and still not have enough!

At this moment, Uesugi Gen wanted to cry.

Damn you, Christmas Eve! Why must you torture me like this?!

He was at his limit. If this went on any longer—

I won’t be able to hold back!!

Every second felt like an eternity, stretching unbearably, like a slow, agonizing download stuck at 99%.

Then, suddenly, Ichinose froze as if realizing something.

She abruptly pulled back.

Exhale.

Uesugi Gen let out a deep breath.

Finally feeling sleepy, Ichinose?

"This isn’t right. My dear husband shouldn’t be lying here like this."

"...?"

What?

"He should be in bed."

—CRACK—!

Uesugi Gen felt his very soul shatter into pieces.

YAMEKORO!!

HONAMI!

NO—MY DEAREST WIFE—THIS IS NOT OKAY!!

But resistance was futile.

Ichinose effortlessly dragged him toward the bed, while he—being the gentleman he was—reluctantly allowed her to do so, not wanting to make things too difficult for her.

This can’t continue. I have to think of something—fast!

Bracing himself, he took a risk. Carefully, he cracked open his eyes just a sliver.

Wrapped in sleek black tights, Ichinose’s long, slender legs moved gracefully as she bent forward.

Her white pleated skirt swayed, just barely covering the curve of her hips.

A beige sweater hugged her upper body, its soft fabric stretching over every contour. Her golden-pink hair cascaded down her back, shimmering under the room’s dim light.

Even with all his self-control, just looking at her like this sent his heart racing.

I can’t resist her. I absolutely can’t resist her.

Wait—what was that?

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something.

After settling Uesugi Gen onto the bed, Ichinose hurriedly tidied up the table, extinguishing the candle.

Then, with a slow, deliberate grace, she turned back toward him.

Uesugi Gen immediately shut his eyes again.

After surviving this ordeal, the Oscar for Best Actor would be his without question.

"And now… it's just the two of us, for the entire night."

Her voice dripped with allure, sending shivers down his spine.

"Gen-kun, you have to be good, okay?"

With that, she climbed onto the bed, straddling him.

Slowly, teasingly, she reached for the buttons of his shirt.

"My dear husband’s body…"

Ichinose’s breathing grew heavier.

Then, she reached for his pants—

"T-this is…"

Don’t say it, Ichinose! I’m already dying of embarrassment!

"So… my dear husband is looking forward to this too?"

Excitement crept into her voice.

I hate Christmas!!

"Well then… it's my turn now."

Her cheerful tone faltered slightly, laced with a hint of regret.

"I even wore my special victory set just for my dear husband…"

W-wait—! I WANT TO SEE!

HONAMI, I NEED TO SEE!!

But he knew—her gaze was locked onto him the entire time.

With Ichinose’s sharp intuition, any small movement would expose him immediately.

First, the sweater—he could hear the soft fabric sliding against her smooth skin.

Then, the sound of her white pleated skirt’s zipper being undone, followed by the faint thud as it hit the floor.

Next, her black tights—slowly peeling down from her hips, then her thighs, all the way to her ankles…

And finally, the unmistakable click of a bra clasp being undone.

Oh, dear god.

For the first time in his life, Uesugi Gen cursed his own exceptional hearing.

I’m going to explode.

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T/N: O///O

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