“You just want to misbehave, don’t you?” Katakuri held her back slightly. She was sitting in his lap, pulling at his scarf, begging to kiss him once more.
“Please?” She begged, pouting slightly.
“You’ll have to do something for me first, pet.” Without waiting for a response, he already knew what it would be. He pushed her back onto his bed, his mochi flowing from his body to restrain her arms above her head, her chest heaving, body squirming with anticipation as the mochi also covered her eyes.
“Take me,” she whispered, feeling his large hands wandering her body, “please.”
“Be patient, you’re so needy,” he wasn’t complaining about her desires for him as he removed his vest and scarf to dry from the rain. Katakuri had already removed her dress, clad in only her undergarments, and being
