Stealing Spree

Chapter 2230: Secret Garden of Love



Upon hearing my answer, Misaki's eyes sparkled with joy as she couldn't hold herself back from throwing her arms around my neck, clinging tightly to me, and burying her face into my shoulder. Her action was charged with the affection she had for me and I couldn't bear to stop her from doing it.

I could feel the warmth spread through my chest, appreciating this girl's innocent love for

me.

Truthfully, it was moments like these that kept on making me feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

After a while, my arms around her tightened, matching the intensity of her affection. I was tempted to kiss her but with her face buried on my shoulder, that could wait.

"Is this going to be for the Cultural Festival or just for the two of us?" I asked, stroking her hair gently. The Cultural Festival was a big deal, and if she was planning for us to perform there, I'd need to clear my schedule.

I also had the Literature Club on my hand, after all. Not to mention I'd probably go around to check on my girls as well as do my duty as a member of the Student Council.

Misaki raised her head to answer me. Her eyes were half-lidded and her lips crimson red, bringing an unexpected sexiness to her expression.

"It's just for us, Ruki. But if you think it's good enough, maybe we can share it with others. Maybe it could be... Uhm. Something we can do as an activity. Here. We'll perform in front of the others."

The idea grew on me as she spoke, and I nodded, "Alright, let's do that. We'll rehearse here, and when you're ready, we'll present it to them. Let them watch the masterpiece that you wrote and we will be acting."

There's no need to reject her idea. It was already within my plan to come here every day. Setting aside a few minutes for the rehearsal was possible. Furthermore, it was going to satisfy my lovely forehead girl.

We also have this date-slash-buying her phone this Sunday. Isn't this dangerous? She's gradually wearing out my restraint. It won't be long before it loosens completely.

But upon thinking about... if it will happen, it will happen. I am so afraid of corrupting her that I am probably stunting her growth as a person too. Maaya and I never failed to remind her of the meaning of our closeness.

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"Alright, I'll read this later when I get back home. For now..." I intentionally let my voice trail there as my hand moved to her cheek, lifting her face to meet my gaze. "How about we practice our acting skills right now?" I suggested, my voice taking a seductive tone.

Yep. I'm about to corrupt her again... But Misaki... She's also waiting for this, looking forward to another moment we're going to share.

The short time we were together earlier wasn't enough for her.

Misaki's eyes widened, probably understanding what I meant. She nodded eagerly, her cheeks burning up even more. I leaned closer, my lips brushing against her forehead.

"But remember," I whispered one last time, "This is just a rehearsal."

Misaki nodded as her eyes fluttered closed.

I completed the kiss on her forehead and then on her nose before eventually hovering close to her lips.

Misaki giggled nervously as enjoyed my tender gesture. Then, as she felt my breath brushing against my face, Misaki's lips parted inviting me in.

Without missing a beat, I kissed her, her soft lips pressed against mine. It was a gentle, sweet kiss filled with my promise of taking care of her. It was unlike the passionate kisses I shared with the other girls but it's only a matter of moments before this transformed into that.

Her arms tightened around my neck as she responded. Her body leaned into me, zeroing the distance between our bodies even though she was already on my lap.

It was clear she had been waiting for this moment, and I didn't want to disappoint.

I deepened the kiss as I enjoyed the warmth of her breath mingling with mine.

Her cheeks grew redder, and I felt her heart racing through her chest, pressed against me. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into the embrace, her hands gripping my shirt as if she was afraid I'd leave.

At that gesture, I made a reassuring smile and kissed her more deeply, letting her know that I would never leave her.

Misaki's response was immediate and genuine, her hands clasped at the back of my hand as her tongue darted in to clash with mine. The room around us seemed to fade away as our lips and tongues danced together, our breaths intertwining in a silent conversation of passion and comfort.

Our kiss grew more heated as I felt her hips rock slightly against me. The USB stick and her script were forgotten for the moment, lost in the intensity of our connection. The smell of her hair, the softness of her skin, the sweetness of her mouth. It was a symphony of sensations that had me craving more of her.

"Ruki..." She whispered, her voice trembling as she broke the kiss. The room was filled with the sound of our intertwined breathing, the tension palpable as she searched my eyes.

I brushed my thumb on her lips, feeling the wet trace of our affection.

"Misaki, what's the title of our little play?" I asked.

With a mix of lovable excitement and genuine nervousness that I might laugh at her, she answered, "It's called 'The Secret Garden of Love'."

"How fitting," A grin couldn't help but form on my lips.

She really picked the Secret Garden, huh? Why couldn't it be the 'Potato Clubhouse of Love'?

Alright. That didn't sound so romantic. They'd probably think we were doing a comedy with

it.

As I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, I pecked on her lips again, my hand sliding down the broad of her back. "Now, let's get into character."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Misaki nodded, her eyes shimmering with excitement. She adjusted herself on top of me, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

Because of this, I started feeling the heat forming between her thighs and most likely, she could also feel mine.

Knowing this girl, she had her script for the play she wrote memorized already.

As for me, I pocketed the USB stick and set it aside. Not counting the fact that I couldn't read it yet, I only wanted to focus on her.

The script could wait but this moment couldn't. We could still improvise.

I leaned closer, my eyes locked with hers, and whispered, "Let's not wait for the play to start, Misaki. Why don't we make our scene right here?"

The innocent girl excitedly nodded. There wasn't even a trace of hesitation in her eyes as she enjoyed my warm breath against her skin.

Her eyes then fluttered shut as I resumed our kisses, the taste of her sweetness invading my

senses.

As my hand reached the hem of her uniform, I slid a hand inside, my fingertips tracing the curve of her spine. My other intimately cupped her cheek, keeping her face angled towards

mine.

Misaki's breathing gradually grew heavier and I knew she was feeling the same passion that was coursing through me.

"Do you love me, Misaki?" I tenderly asked her, my thumb tracing the soft skin of her cheek. The question was loaded but she knew it wasn't just for the play.

She looked deeply into my eyes filled with a mix of emotions but she didn't flinch. Instead,

she nodded.

"I love you, Ruki," Misaki replied with a whisper filled with sincerity. Her words resonated in my heart, echoing the love that was growing stronger with each passing moment.

"I love you too," I whispered back as my restraint loosened.

Our kiss grew more passionate as we explored each other's mouths, our tongues dancing

together.

The scent of her cologne filled my nose, a sweet floral fragrance that was uniquely Misaki's.

Her hands roamed over my shoulders and chest, sending a delightful stimulation throughout

my body.

What innocence? This girl... she had long walked past that. Being entangled with me made her develop a taste for these kinds of things...

I felt the heat building up between us, and I knew that if we didn't stop now, I'd end up corrupting her further. Her hips grinding gently at my growing bulge was a silent plea that

was hard to resist.

"Ruki... I want to be like them..." Misaki whispered, her breath hot against my neck. "Can I feel you more intimately?"