I'm the Prey

Utaha then looked over. "It's just the male lead's character design, there's really nothing to see here, right?"

Fushimi Makoto, however, asked, "I'd like to see the female lead's character design."

Utaha's wrist, which was holding the tablet, trembled.

Her beautiful legs in black stockings pressed even closer together under the table, causing her thighs to be constricted even more by the stockings. Her already alluring figure was further accentuated by her subtly changed posture out of guilt, which completely outlined her curves.

Fushimi Makoto happened to be standing to Utaha's left.

He had already guessed somewhat why the other party suddenly fell silent. As he gazed at Utaha's profile, he noticed not only the change in the girl's eyes but also the movement of her beautiful legs under the table.

The scene within his field of vision instantly Fushimi Makoto of a phrase he'd seen online. "The drumbeat effect has kicked in."

If it weren't for the skirt covering her, he could have admired Utaha's shapely thighs.

At this moment, Utaha, who had fallen silent, also felt a little conflicted.

It wasn't that she was unwilling to show Fushimi Makoto the character designs from the novel.

However, in her original plan, she would wait until the new book was officially on sale, before the other party had read the whole story she had written, before handing over the character designs of the male and female protagonists to Fushimi Makoto.

That way, she can enjoy Fushimi Makoto's amusing reactions.

Yes, this was part of her plan.

However, the other party inadvertently discovered the clue.

She must have felt somewhat embarrassed to let Fushimi Makoto see the images of the male and female protagonists she created without being prepared.

After all, the male lead was based on her, not to mention the female lead.

It was herself.

As she pondered how to respond in a way that would be neither impolite nor leave her feeling awkward, a sudden inspiration struck her, and she realized a crucial point.

I've decided to win him over.

I also considered a plan to launch it secretly.

Since it's just the two of them here, and he just happens to be captivated by the premise of his own novel, does that mean...?

Utaha's lips slowly curved upwards.

Thank you for reminding me, Fushimi.

"I'll say it again, this thing isn't actually that good-looking."

Utaha finally met Fushimi Makoto's gaze. The smile on her lips was no longer the composed one from before, but rather one filled with ease and joy.

Then, before Fushimi Makoto speak, she said in a seemingly sincere tone, "I almost forgot why I came here today."

Has he come up with a new trick?

Fushimi Makoto's expression remained unchanged as he replied cooperatively, "Didn't you want to borrow my computer?"

"It's just a small matter."

She shook her head, her beautiful eyes fixed directly into Fushimi Makoto's eyes. "The truly important thing is that I need to discuss the plot for the male and female leads with you."

"Plot?"

"That's right, I'm stuck here right now. It's probably because I haven't read enough books on the subject, and I can't fully recreate that scene in my mind."

As she spoke, she slowly stood up, her tall and voluptuous figure coming into Fushimi Makoto's view.

"You've helped me so many times before, you'll definitely help me this time too," she said.

Fushimi Makoto: "How can I help you?"

Hearing that he didn't refuse, Utaha's eyes instantly lit up with a smile, "I need you to help me simulate the meeting scene between the male and female protagonists."

She paused for a moment, then winked playfully, whether teasingly or mischievously. "It's worth mentioning that I wanted to simulate the scene that's about to erupt after the male and female leads' feelings for each other have intensified."

As expected of you, you even manage to describe sneaking out in such a refined and elegant way.

Fushimi Makoto to be thinking, "Is there anything more specific? If it's just this hint, I don't know how to help you."

He finally took the bait!

Suppressing her inner joy, Utaha smiled and said, "Please step back a little."

Fushimi Makoto did as instructed.

Utaha walked lightly, her slender waist swaying, and quickly reached Fushimi Makoto.

Her delicate, white hand rose and landed on Fushimi Makoto's chest. Her beautiful face tilted upwards, and her red lips parted slightly. "In my imagination, this is the last time the male and female protagonists will meet, therefore their emotional outburst will be the most intense part of the entire story."

As Utaha's melodious voice reached Fushimi Makoto's ears, he tiptoed, and as the two drew closer, a faint blush rose on her face.

"I see. Well, I need to get myself ready."

Fushimi Makoto, seemingly unaware of her thoughts, used the skills he had learned in the Time Loop to prepare himself for a few seconds before his gaze transformed from calm to burning with love.

The moment their eyes met again, Utaha was stunned.

He could act before?

But then I thought, if he can even direct Nakano Ichika in acting, then it's not surprising.

Utaha composed herself, maintaining her gaze Fushimi Makoto. Her hands, which had been on his chest, naturally moved behind him and wrapped around his waist.

In an instant, Utaha was enveloped in the warmth and scent of a man's embrace.

This feeling was unfamiliar to her, yet it excited her.

She even recalled the scene in her dream where she stained the hotel room sheets.

"Fushimi, now you should hold my waist."

Utaha felt her cheeks burning, but the words she spoke were unusually bold.

"Should I just hold you, or should I do something else?" Fushimi Makoto seemed to be humbly seeking advice.

Utaha smiled and said, "Either is fine. If you have a better idea, it will also benefit me... Hmm?"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt her waist tighten as Fushimi Makoto into a tight embrace.

This wouldn't have been a problem, since it was her own request.

The problem is, Fushimi Makoto is just improvising!

The moment Utaha was embraced, Fushimi Makoto lowered his head, their foreheads touching intimately, their eyes reflecting each other's faces, their warm breaths mingling together.

If either of them moves forward just a little, they can kiss smoothly.

"Is this alright?" Fushimi Makoto asked.

This is no longer a question of whether it's possible or not!

Utaha's breathing became erratic, and her heart pounded wildly at that moment.

This was a situation she hadn't anticipated.

She had assumed that Fushimi Makoto would cooperate obediently, at most just holding her a little tighter.

But in this situation, how can "hold on tighter" be used to describe it?

The girl's fragrant and soft body was completely Fushimi Makoto.

With each breath and the touch of each other's body heat, Utaha clearly realized that the excitement in her heart had reached its peak.

"Sure, it's just a little too close."

Utaha forced herself to remain calm, thinking that the other party hadn't seen through her thoughts, and she wanted to continue acting.

To everyone's Fushimi Makoto immediately stepped back, restoring the distance between them to what it had been before. "I understand, then let's leave it at that."

Utaha's expression froze. Her hand, which had been on his waist, slowly moved upwards, finally stopping on his shoulder, where she suddenly exerted force.

Who gave you permission to act on your own? Come back here!

So, the two of them once again adopted an intimate posture, forehead to forehead.

Fushimi Makoto suddenly laughed.

Utaha was quickly trying to figure out how to explain her behavior to him when she heard his laughter and saw his smiling eyes. She was immediately puzzled. "What are you laughing at?"

Fushimi Makoto tightened his grip on her waist slightly and whispered, "I was just wondering, since the scene you meticulously rehearsed was so intimate, will there be a kissing scene?"

Utaha is actually shy.

But her inner pride and unwillingness to admit defeat drove her forward.

Moreover, this very scene was orchestrated by her.

She believed that Fushimi Makoto had fallen into her trap.

The two of them were just too close!

She could feel the warmth of Fushimi Makoto's every breath.

Ironically, she had shameful dreams and did shameful things in the other person's hotel room.

In this atmosphere of extreme intimacy and complete ambiguity, it was truly difficult for her to guarantee that she wouldn't recall that shameful night.

Even without the influence of Nino Divine Power, her eyes were already filled with a seductive allure.

Her face flushed, her eyelashes trembled, and she tried to speak in a light tone, "Of course there has to be a kissing scene, after all, as I said, this is a scene where the male and female leads' storyline explodes."

Fushimi Makoto asked, "Should I continue to improvise?"

Utaha subconsciously replied, "Of course... um?"

She was suddenly kissed.

Fushimi Makoto pretending and laid his cards on the table.

She said it was okay to go now.

Therefore, Fushimi Makoto launched a lightning attack.

Utaha stared wide-eyed in shock.

Wrong!

This section should appear later.

And I should be the one who completely seduces him before I can use it.

The plans are completely ruined!

Chapter 117 I am the prey

It's all messed up.

Everything is in chaos.

That's not how I planned it!

Utaha no longer possessed the composed demeanor she had just displayed.

The blush on her face was genuine, and the embarrassment and annoyance in her eyes were real.

She truly hadn't expected that Fushimi Makoto would actually kiss her.

Although she didn't dislike it, in her plan, she would give away her first kiss last.

Now everything is in chaos.

She failed to seduce him and lost the initiative.

Utaha envisions herself as having the script of a leading lady, taking the initiative, and then taking the opportunity to inquire about her rivals from Fushimi Makoto.

But now, she finds herself seemingly relegated to the role of a nobody...

She had seen kissing scenes between male and female leads in movies and TV dramas, and had also imagined kissing scenes between male and female leads in her own books.

But when she was actually kissed, she realized that she could only imagine the scene, but not the feeling of her first kiss.

It turns out that the brain really can feel dizzy.

It felt like dizziness, or like the helplessness and tension that filled my mind after my defenses had been shattered.

Her hands, which were on Fushimi Makoto's shoulders, first gripped tightly, then quietly relaxed, and it didn't look like she was resisting at all.

Just as she was about to be overwhelmed by the dizziness of her first kiss, Fushimi Makoto suddenly released her.