Ch. 22 - Nogami’s Gaslighting (Part 2)
The smell of oil still clung to the food as the chopsticks shoved it straight into his mouth. Rough, unceremonious, that was exactly the kind of feeding Harutaki expected from Nogami.
But when he bit down, he froze in disbelief—
The batter, though sitting all morning, still carried a faint crunch. It locked in the flavor and juices of a plump shrimp, with just a trace of salt and sea as it cooled…
This wasn’t some prank bento.
This was restaurant-level cooking!
Next came chilled sashimi, fresh as though packed over dry ice, shoved in piece after piece without restraint. Even when the wasabi nearly scorched his nose, his taste buds were satisfied beyond belief.
Until her chopsticks suddenly stopped feeding him.
The piece of tuna pressed to his lips lingered. The chopsticks didn’t withdraw. Instead, they scraped slowly against his tongue.
Salty wood slid over the tip of his tongue like a fingernail. Then the sticks parted, trapping him in between. The sensation was obscene, like a girl sticking her fingers right into his mouth.
Several seconds of wordless teasing later, Nogami finally withdrew the chopsticks with maddening slowness.
“How is it?”
Her playful tone brushed his ears, the chopstick tips now tapping at the groove above his lips.
How is it?