Chapter 1092 Tokyo Illusion Part 30
YUHI
When he approached the door, that's when he heard it. The sounds of grunts, and a soft female voice moaning. For a moment his mind went black, all sorts of disturbing images flashed through his mind. Not once has he ever doubted Sumire and he strongly believed they had a healthy relationship because of their faith in one another. But right now all he could think about was the scene behind those doors.
Mashima inside her, as Sumire moaned. His wife in the arms of another man. Yuhi shakes his head.
Yuhi felt his heart beat increase but he opened the door. He didn't see the scene of scattered garments or the scent of sex. Much to his relief, he only saw Sumire on Mashima's lap as she drank his blood. A relieved sigh escaped his lips and he quickly cursed himself for almost misunderstanding.
Sumire pulled away.
"Drink some more. You're pale again."
"Toh, I-"
"Ssh, it'll be okay." At those words Mashima urged her to drink again and he watched as Sumire's arms wrapped around Mashima's neck.
"Here."
Sumire's cheeks suddenly coloured. "Don't be a prick-"
Toh chuckled. "I thought I'd send you more nice images."
Yuhi frowned. Is Mashima sending Sumire those kind of images again?
"Why don't you ask Terashima? And I know it's not because you want to respect his privacy. I saw you trying to climb the ladder earlier."
Yuhi blinked. It did feel like he heard a rattling sound earlier but he simply dismissed the noise.
"I can't do that. I'll drain him."
"So, you can drain me?"
"But you're different."
"Well, I know that."
"I can drain you, because I know you'll let me." Sumire admitted.
Toh chuckled again. "Do you know?me that well beautiful?"
Sumire nodded. "Mm."
Despite Sumire's vague reply, Yuhi saw the unspoken words. She is being vague because if she says anymore, it would reveal her feelings towards Mashima. Sumire really is doing her best to keep them both happy. It's why she insists on making sure she has time for Mashima and not just him. For now both of them are fine with this situation, but in the future?
Sumire understands she can't keep this up when she gets married. Others are already judging her for the present situation.
'I don't want to encourage her to break ties with Mashima either. It's not like Mashima did anything wrong, Mashima simply fell in love with Sumire. That shouldn't be a crime.'
Yuhi watched Sumire drink from Mashima again. Despite the moans escaping Sumire's lips, and Mashima's grunts. Yuhi noticed that Mashima wasn't doing anything more than stroking the girl's back. It was completely different from when he saw how Nagawa drink Sumire's blood.
Mashima isn't doing the drinking, so maybe that's why he has more self control. No, Yuhi could tell that Mashima was feeling aroused.
Sumire's cheeks coloured more. "Uh." She draws back and laughs softly. "I think I should get off your lap now."
"Does it bother you beautiful?"
Sumire didn't reply as she frantically moved away. Mashima sighs deeply and stands up. "I'll take care of it, give me a few minutes."
Sumire meekly nodded.
Once Mashima left, he watched Sumire freak out.
"There has to be a better way to do this. I mean, really! It was hard to focus on drinking when he was pressed against me like that and if I arched back, if I moved he would have been inside me." Sumire rambled. "But with Lex it's worse."
Yuhi frowned at those words. Indeed, he recalled the alluring sight he saw a few days ago.
Hearing sounds coming from the bathroom, Sumire's already red stained face was getting redder.
Yuhi could hear Mashima's groaning and the sound of something being slammed against the wall. Isn't he just taking care of himself? Is there any need for all those sounds? 'I should really step in and take Sumire away now.'
After a few minutes Mashima exited the room, his hands were still on his cock and Sumire exclaimed loudly.
"Put that thing away already!"
Toh smirked. "I came out to fetch some new clothes."
Sumire tossed some garments at him and Toh sighs as he walks towards a dividing curtain.
"Really beautiful. You'd think after everything I taught you, you would be fine with this."
Sumire was a blushing mess but she was still standing her ground. "I think you hit your head mister, because if you remember I never got used to it!"
"Mamoru aside, I thought being with Terashima and recently the Lord would have made you less bashful. Moreover you admitted with your own mouth how wild you were."
"T-that was all in the past. My personality in this life is completely different, a-and don't you think there is something wrong with you walking around with no clothes?"
"My shirt was still on beautiful, my pants were stained so of course I had to take it off."
"T-this is why I said-"
"But that's the position that makes you comfortable. Next time beautiful, you can find a way to stain my shirt, then you can complain again."
Sumire couldn't say anything else. This is his first time watching someone render her speechless. She usually has a counter argument for everything.
Mashima stepped behind the curtain with a fresh change of clothes. He walked towards the mini fridge and pulled out a dessert.
"Here, your favourite apple tart."
Sumire lifted her sleeve to cover her mouth as she laughed. "Your too prepared."
"I'm always prepared to receive you in my room beautiful."
Sumire takes a single bite and her eyes lit up with happiness. "Yummy! The sauce really is yummy."
"I'll give you the jam for it."
"Mm, Huan seems to like sweets. I'm sure he will like this. Oh Yuhi-san doesn't like sweets too much, but he seems to eat everything when I bake. I wonder if I could experiment with the flavour so it's better for him."
"I'm sure Terashima will appreciate it."
Yuhi doesn't bother staying any longer and walks back to his and Sumire's room. He collapses on the bed and places his arm over his eyes. The sound of Sumire moaning, and being on Mashima's lap was rather disturbing. Moreover her reaction to Mashima's-
'It's not her fault, I can't blame her for anything. If I do, I won't be any better than Sano and Lucifer who according to those stories acted really possessive of her. I can't be the same as them.'
He promised Sumire when they first started dating and he made a vow to himself to be different. Acting like a jealous and possessive male isn't what she needs right now. But, even when he closed his eyes, all he could see was the image of her with Mashima and his heart felt like it would shatter more.
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