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chalking it down to the natural curiosity of a mangaka. “What’s with all this cloak-and-dagger stuff about you dating? Are you, like, engaged back home in Japan---”
              Yuki’s lips curve into another brief smile. “Let’s just say that’s my little mystery, senpai .” He tips my chin up. “Western girls like you love mysterious guys, right?”
              Feeling like I’ve stupidly gotten myself in dangerous territory again, I quickly backtrack and say, “This video…”
              Yuki looks pained. “The girl I was with took this video last night---”
              Whoa.
              Last night?
              He did this last night?
              People did this on school nights?
    “---and I hadn’t been aware of it. I was going through my phone lunchtime and that was when I saw what---she did. I didn’t delete the video because I was going to confront her about it.”
              “I want to believe you,” I begin.
              “It’s the truth!”
              I’m distracted again. That voice --- it’s exactly how I imagine he’d sound when we’re doing it, low, rough growls---
              This is getting really bad.
              “So I showed it to you because it’s my proof that you have something to blackmail me with if I ever say anything about you to anyone,” Yuki continues.
              Why are you doing this?” He’s taking such a huge gamble by doing this and I can’t figure out his motives.
    “I told you. I want you to be my toy. And…you really are the most fascinating person I’ve ever met.”
              He fascinates me, too, but I don’t think we’re on the same page. Mine’s kind of, umm, sexual, but his kind of fascination feels more like I’m a mutant species and he’s the dissecting scientist.
    Yuki suddenly closes the distance between us. “Enough talking,” he mutters, lowering his face to mine until our lips are millimeters away from touching. Just like that, and the air around us becomes charged with the kind of tension that used to exist only inside of my mind.
    “So what do you say, senpai ?”
    I try to inch away from him because I just can’t think when he’s this close. “I just don’t get it. Why me? There are so many other girls…” I shut up with a self-directed scowl, realizing a little too late that it’s like I’m fishing for compliments.
    “It’s because you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he says very seriously, but his eyes are gleaming so brightly I know he’s just teasing me.
    “Piss off.”
    “One look at you, senpai , and I just knew.”
    “Ha-ha.”
    “I’ll be hard for you forever.”
    Yeeargh!
    “Y-you…” I’m totally at a loss for words.
    A tiny grin appears briefly on his face. “ Senpai , I want you. Not them.”
    I want to believe him, badly, but…
    “It just doesn’t make sense!” I burst out. “You’re you and I’m---”
    “ Senpai , listen to me.”
    I’m grateful he’s used a more polite way of telling me to shut up so I do.
    Then he says with absolute seriousness, “I’ve got a hard-on I can’t get rid of since I heard you moan my name. Is that hard enough for you to understand?”
    How many hard jokes does this guy have?
    We stare at each other, the silence between us just stretching more and more like an archer’s bow getting pulled back bit by bit.
    I know he’s baiting me. I know I shouldn’t but I peek anyway.
    A whimper escapes me.
    I hear Yuki suck his breath.
    He has a stiffie, all right, and I’m mesmerized at how that part of him is not still.
    “I wish you can touch me right now, senpai ,” he whispers.
    That snaps me out of my thoughts and my eyes fly to his face. “I…ah…” I’m horrified and mesmerized all at the same time.
    Yuki’s naughty, mischievous smile makes it obvious he’s enjoying my discomfort. “Relax, senpai . I was just