"My father," he responded, his voice flat, devoid of any warmth. He snatched the phone, his expression instantly shifting from aroused intensity to cold, impassive control. He sat up straighter, the blanket pooling around his waist, revealing more of his powerful torso. His gaze, however, still held a lingering warmth as it swept over Mei, a subtle acknowledgment of their interrupted moment.
"Kyouya, do you have any idea what time it is there?" his father's voice, sharp and demanding even over the phone, cut through the line. "I'm calling about the quarterly reports. I saw your preliminary figures – frankly, they're not up to standard. Are you taking this seriously, or are you still indulging in these… frivolous experiments?"
Kyouya's grip on the phone tightened. "Father, my projections are always meticulously calculated. Any perceived 'shortfall' is a necessary component of a larger, long-term strategic pivot." His voice was even, despite the growing irritation.
Mei, however, was far from placid. A flicker of intense dissatisfaction crossed her face. To be so utterly consumed, then abruptly dismissed by a mere phone call, chafed at the new desires Kyouya had ignited within her. Her eyes narrowed, a mischievous, almost defiant spark igniting in their depths. She watched him, his posture stiffening as he listened to the voice on the other end, his attention fully diverted.
"Kyouya? Are you even listening to me? This is crucial. I need your full attention," his father barked, his voice rising in impatience.
"Yes, Father, I am listening. I assure you, my focus is absolute." Kyouya forced himself to respond, his voice a fraction tighter.
Without a sound, Mei slid closer, her body still humming with unspent passion. Kyouya was speaking now, his tone terse and business-like, his back ramrod straight as he faced away from her slightly, giving her ample space. Her hand, fueled by a new, almost brazen impulse, reached out, finding his length, still warm and aroused.
Her fingers closed around him, a soft, intimate touch. Kyouya's voice didn't falter, but a muscle in his jaw twitched. Mei then slowly, deliberately, brought him between her soft thighs, creating a warm, yielding "sandwich" around him. She began to move, a slow, gentle caress, the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs gliding against him. Kyouya's breath hitched, a barely audible intake of air. His eyes, still fixed on a distant point, widened minutely. The sudden, unexpected sensation almost made him lose his train of thought, and he missed a beat in his father's tirade.
"Look, Kyouya, your presence is crucial. I can't be there myself, not with the board breathing down my neck and these issues with the Jakarta branch. And neither can anyone else from corporate right now. This 'event' you're overseeing... it needs to be handled properly. Make sure those girls are managed, not... well, you know. Take care of them. You're my eyes and ears on the ground." His father's voice left no room for argument, a clear command layered with suspicion.
Kyouya's mind processed his father's words, the emphasis on "taking care of them," meaning the other participants, not him, not his personal needs. At that exact moment, Mei, emboldened by his focus elsewhere and her own rising desire, pushed his thighs slightly wider. Her head lowered, and with a soft, determined press, she guided his length fully into her mouth.
A silent, involuntary gasp tore through Kyouya. His grip on the phone tightened to a white-knuckle clench. The taste of her, hot and wet, enveloped him completely. His father's voice droned on, a muffled, distant sound now as Mei's mouth took him in. He wondered, fleetingly, what expression would contort his father's face if he knew. If he knew that Kyouya had not only taken care of one of "those girls," but had twisted her into a fervent, loyal servant, one who was, at this very moment, expertly bobbing her head, demanding more, demanding all.
"Understood, Father," Kyouya managed, his voice strained, a sharp edge of controlled impatience creeping into his tone. He shifted on the bed, subtly trying to gain some distance, but Mei's grip was firm, her rhythm already intensifying. "The situation is under control. I will ensure all parameters are met." He felt the pressure building, a frantic knot of sensation. He couldn't sustain this conversation, this charade, for much longer. "I have another urgent matter requiring my immediate attention. I will forward the updated projections by midnight."
"Midnight? Kyouya, this is important—" his father began, but Kyouya cut him off with a decisive, finality-laden word.
"Goodbye, Father."
He ended the call, almost slamming the phone back onto the bedside table. His eyes, now blazing with a mixture of raw desire and a flicker of irritation, locked onto Mei. He reached down, his hand clamping onto the back of her head, pulling her up.
"Mei," he growled, his voice low and tight, his chest heaving.
"Don't annoy me. Not now. Not when I'm dealing with... that."
He gestured vaguely at the phone, his gaze flicking back to the aroused state of his body.
"You need to control yourself."
Mei, however, met his gaze with a defiant glint in her eyes, her lips still glistening from her recent activity. She breathed deeply, a faint flush high on her cheeks.
"Annoy you, Kyouya-sama?" she purred, her voice husky, utterly unrepentant. Her hand, which had been resting on his thigh, slid higher, her fingers lightly tracing the taut skin near his groin.
"I'm merely... addressing a critical need."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, eyes wide and innocent, yet radiating pure carnal intent. "
You roused me, Kyouya-sama. You awakened hungers I didn't know existed. And now... now I am simply hungry. Starving, in fact. You cannot simply ignite such a fire and then expect it to extinguish itself with a phone call."
She punctuated her statement with a delicate, teasing brush of her fingers against him, a silent, undeniable demand for the satiation she craved.