A summons from her protectee.
Kyoka was surprised but quickly composed herself, left the waiting room, and headed to Masanojo’s hospital room.
When she arrived, Kyoka gave a nod to the guards at the door, then knocked.
Almost immediately, she heard a voice from inside granting permission.
She announced herself and opened the door.
“Excuse me.”
She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.
Although the lights were dimmed, the moonlight coming through the window made it not too dark.
On the bed in the dimly lit room was her protectee, Kasumi Masanojo.
“I’m sorry for calling you so suddenly.”
Masanojo gave a frail smile and apologized to Kyoka with an apologetic look.
“No, not at all.”
It was only natural for a bodyguard to respond to her protectee.
Yet she had made the boy apologize.
Kyoka hurriedly bowed her head.
“So, what did you need?”
Kyoka asked for the reason behind the summons, but Masanojo looked troubled and his gaze wandered.
“Please don’t hesitate.
If there’s anything I can do, just tell me.”
At her words, Masanojo showed hesitation.
But he seemed to steel himself and turned to face her.
His cheeks were flushed red.
“U-Um!
C-Can I… hold your hand?”
“Hold hands?”
“C-Can I hold your hand, please?”
Kyoka couldn’t understand what the red-faced boy was saying.
Hold hands?
Why?
Whose hand?
Her mind spun in circles.
Seeing her reaction, Masanojo panicked and tried to explain.
“Ah, um!
I’m sorry for saying something weird so suddenly!!
Um, that’s not what I mean by anything perverted or anything, I just, um…”
He floundered, tears welling up in his eyes as he desperately tried to find the words.
“Um!
It’s just… that thing… and I can’t sleep, so…”
Seeing the boy like this, Kyoka realized something and was struck by deep sadness.
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He must be too scared to sleep.
He was probably remembering that night and being tormented by anxiety and fear.
The proof was right in front of her — the boy was extremely confused and terrified.
Poor thing.
Kyoka almost cried.
But she couldn’t cry in front of the boy.
Kyoka desperately held back her tears and gave him the brightest smile she could manage.
“Your hand, right?
Understood.”
She approached the bed and gently took Masanojo’s hand in both of hers.
“…Eh?”
“Please feel at ease.
I’m right here.
I won’t let anything scary happen to you again.”
She gently stroked his hand and spoke softly to calm him.
“Please feel at ease.
I will protect you, Mr.
Kasumi.
Even if it costs me my life.”
“Eh, ah, eh?”
“So for now, please get some good rest.
I’ll hold your hand until you fall asleep.”
She helped Masanojo lie down on the bed, then sat in the chair beside it and gently held his hand.
At first Masanojo seemed hesitant, but after a while he seemed to get used to it.
He started moving his hand, stroking and squeezing hers as if confirming the sensation.
Eventually, they ended up holding hands with their fingers intertwined — the so-called lovers’ hold.
A warm feeling spread between them.
Masanojo’s hand was surprisingly thick and large, pleasant to touch.
Kyoka gently enveloped his hand with a soft smile.
From the outside, Kyoka looked calm and composed, but inside her heart was pounding so hard she felt like it might jump out of her chest.
At first, she had held his hand with pure, gentle feelings to help him calm down.
But little by little, those feelings began to change.
The boy had a beautiful yet fragile expression.
With flushed cheeks and heavy breathing, he was staring at Kyoka’s face.
Receiving such a gaze, Kyoka — despite being a bodyguard — found herself harboring impure thoughts toward the boy.
“Haa… haa…”
Masanojo’s breathing stole away Kyoka’s reason.
His sweet, painful breaths.
The seductive sighs leaking from his captivating lips.
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No, this was wrong.
She mustn’t.
Kyoka desperately tried to suppress her wavering emotions.
A bodyguard must not feel such lust toward her protectee.
That would make her completely unfit for the job.
But the boy in front of her, Kasumi Masanojo, paid no heed to her internal conflict.
He gazed at her with heated eyes.
His moist pupils clearly reflected Kyoka’s figure.
“Is something wrong?”
With iron will, Kyoka suppressed her emotions and spoke to him gently, pretending to be calm.
When she did, Masanojo squeezed her hand tightly.
Kyoka gently squeezed back.
“Haa… haa…”
His breathing grew heavier.
Masanojo’s face became even redder as he breathed more deeply.
“Haa… haa… Kukon-san…”
“Yes.
What is it, Mr.
Kasumi?”
“Haa… um…”
“Mr.
Kasumi, please don’t hesitate.
Tell me anything.”
“Haa… haa…”
Breathing heavily with tears in his eyes, he stared intently at Kyoka’s face.
Then, as if making up his mind, Masanojo made his request.
“Um, right now… I’m feeling really uncomfortable, so… I want you to… help me with it…”
With flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, and a pained expression, Masanojo spoke.
Kyoka told him she would do anything she could.
“If it’s something I can do, anything at all.”
“R-Really?”
“Yes.”
Kyoka answered with a smile.
Seeing that smile, Masanojo closed his eyes tightly, then opened them and spoke to her.
“I… I want to ask you to take care of this.”
With that, he suddenly threw off the blanket.
Kyoka looked at it, initially not understanding what it was.
But as she regained her composure and realized what she was seeing, her mind went completely blank.
There, clearly visible even through his pants, was Masanojo’s massively erect cock.