Kushida's breathing quickened. She wasn't the only one; Shinomiya was breathing heavily too.
Shinomiya was extremely sensitive to physical contact, especially in his current state. Although he had been the one to take Kushida's hand and place it on his body, his muscles still tensed, and he nearly cried out.
He had only meant to test Kushida's defenses, but now heat surged through his lower abdomen, setting his whole body aflame.
Even the cold water on his skin felt warm now.
Kushida wasn't doing much better. Shinomiya had stirred her desire too. How could she help it when he was so good at this?
Wait, how is he so good at this?
The thought hit Kushida like a bucket of cold water, instantly snapping her back to her senses.
Kushida grabbed Shinomiya's approaching face, squeezing his cheeks until his lips puckered.
"What is it, Kikyo?"
Shinomiya's complaint came out muffled.
Kushida's appraising gaze swept over Shinomiya's soaked clothes, clinging tightly to his body, then the faint blush on his face and his hazy, slightly misty eyes.
"Tch..."
Kushida clicked her tongue and couldn't help swallowing. She felt that Shinomiya could be the star attraction at a host club.
Just thinking about it irritated her. If Shinomiya was this good at flirting, someone must have taught him.
Who could it have been?
Whoever it was, Kushida was annoyed.
The thought that Shinomiya might have acted this way with someone else really bothered her.
Shinomiya sensed Kushida's heated response fade, and his eyes refocused.
"Kikyo, what's wrong? If you don't want to continue, let's go play a board game. I heard this yacht has some exclusive ones..."
Shinomiya began changing the subject, moving Kushida's hand away from his face. He wanted to ease the tension and set the matter aside for now,