The chirping of birds outside the window was clear and bright, chittering like a flowing little tune.
Morning light streamed through the gauze curtain, illuminating the fine dust in the air, and cast a soft halo upon the figures on the bed, who were sleeping in each other's embrace.
Sakiko opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a face of exceptional calmness in sleep.
The lip line was beautiful, the nose bridge high and straight, the cold white skin under the warm light presented a kind of glazed luster, making one think of the beautiful youth Hikaru Genji in ancient books. A brilliance that even spring peaks and autumn moons could not match.
Sakiko blinked, somewhat entranced.
She had long since realized that the president had a face that could be called great, but usually he was too powerful and too dazzling. Beautiful as he was, there was always a sense of distance that did not belong to this world, as if the next second he would ride the wind and fly away.
But now the president was sleeping defenselessly. His slender eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing, like a broken-winged gray butterfly, and so the features that should have leaned more towards handsome rather than delicate also softened accordingly, like a flawless beautiful jade retracting its radiance, falling into the mortal world, giving people the courage to approach.
The amber pupils of the girl gradually lowered along with her gaze, from brows and eyes to Adam's apple, and finally successfully fixed on his lips as beautiful as thin cherry blossoms.
The atmosphere in the air was very quiet, and Sakiko could clearly hear the sound of her own heart thumping, and a strange thought suddenly popped into her mind.
'What does that taste like?'
But she was soon startled by her own bold idea, 'Sakiko, what on earth are you fantasizing about? The man sleeping in front of you is your respected president. He trusts you so much and has no doubts about you. And yet you want to take advantage of his trust just to satisfy your own base desire?'
The blue-haired girl found it a bit hard to move her gaze away, but the next second, she couldn't help but look again.
She knew that her thoughts were not right, and she knew that if she really did that, it would inevitably be suspected of taking advantage of another's peril, contrary to the upbringing of a proper lady.
But it was as if two little Sakiko, one black and one white, appeared in her mind. The white little Sakiko said bitterly, ["Both Mutsumi and the president are asleep, as long as you don't tell, no one will know about this. When life gives you lemon, make lemonade. Are you kissing or not, if not let me do it."]
The black little person nodded in agreement at the side.
Secretary Sakiko could hardly control her own body anymore, but just as she was about to fall into the abyss, she suddenly remembered an idiom, [A gentleman is cautious when alone.]
It means the more hidden, the more one sees. The more alone you are, the more you must strictly demand yourself, to be consistent inside and out. Only such a person can be called a "gentleman", otherwise they are just a "false gentleman".
'So, Sakiko, wake up quickly! Don't let desire pierce your will!'
["But we're just little ladies, why should we demand of ourselves like gentlemen?"] The white little Sakiko spoke righteously, the black little Sakiko gave her a thumbs up, nodding repeatedly. Her face full of admiration.
Sakiko: "..."
In the end, she was defeated by the little Sakikos in her heart, and shamefully became the fermented bean curd of desire.
Like a thief, she looked around at the surroundings, 'Good, Mutsumi is still sound asleep, the president isn't showing any sign of waking up soon.'
She originally wanted to gently call "president" once, to test whether he was really asleep, but she was afraid that if she didn't manage to wake the president but instead woke Mutsumi, wouldn't that be digging a hole for herself?
'I-it's just based on the noble principle of seeking knowledge, I want to study what it feels like for the transmembrane neurotransmitter exchange behavior at the interface of epithelial cells on the lips. That's right! Exactly this!', Sakiko told herself this in her heart, and her originally nervous, disordered breathing finally calmed a little.
She lowered her head, tucked the long hair that was in the way behind her ear, then bent down, lightly holding her breath.
How should it be described to be the most fitting?
The heartbeat sound thumped so much it hurt the eardrum, like ten billion summer cicadas hitting a glass window, but what spread at the lips was the coolness and sweetness of mint mixed with honey, 'So this is the president's taste?'
The feeling as if touched by electricity made Sakiko shiver, instinctively pulling back her body, and when she saw that Kaito still hadn't opened his eyes, she finally let out a breath.
'Fortunately, fortunately, he didn't wake up.'
'This is... the feeling of kissing?'
'Ugh, president, I've let down your trust! I'm sorry!'
'But, it really felt so nice...'
Sakiko's heart was in chaos, at times guilty, at times ashamed, at times full of joy. Even she herself didn't know what mood she was in, the only thing she could be sure of was, doing this kind of thing, she didn't regret it.
The little birds outside the window were still chittering, joyfully playing a symphony facing the world, but Sakiko had no mind to pay attention, only thinking with a serious face, 'Just now I had a scientific research mindset to have no choice but to offend the president, but the action was too fast. I simply didn't experience that taste carefully, as a qualified scholar, I ought to hold sufficient rigor for any academic research, one trial is obviously not enough for me to collect sufficient information. Not to mention as the daughter of the Togawa family, mom also taught me since childhood that I must not give up halfway on anything....'
So...
'One more time! The final time!'
Having made up her mind, Sakiko while telling herself she must not get addicted to this, blushed and bent down again.
This time she was mentally prepared, but when the moment came, her heart still thumped, like beating drums.
Sakiko nervously patted her chest, trying hard to encourage herself, then smoothed the hair by her ear, and only then bent down again and lightly smooch'ed once.
It was still the familiar electric shock feeling, as if a joyful quiver rose from the depths of her soul, making her particularly attached.
'Just now the movement was still too fast, simply didn't taste the flavor.'
"How about, one more time?"
"Mm! That's right! This time it really is the final time! If I lie I'm a puppy!"
Sakiko soon convinced herself.
Thus...
Once, and again, and again.
From lying I'm a puppy, to fine I'm a puppy, to woof woof woof~ [T/N: It's a haiku]
Things like bottom lines exist just to be broken.
The blue-haired girl who was fully immersed in all this naturally didn't notice that as she gradually got carried away, at some point, a pair of golden eyes had slowly opened.
Mutsumi blinked.
'Sakiko... looks completely absorbed.'
The girl was thoughtful.
'Should I remind her?'
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