The silence that had fallen over the room was abruptly shattered, not by a sound, but by a sudden, jarring movement. Kyouya, who moments before had been a figure of cold, calculating detachment, was now a predator in motion. He closed the distance between them with unsettling speed, his hand snaking out to seize Mei's arm.
She barely had time to register the shift before she was reeled in, a gasp catching in her throat, and then roughly pushed against the wall. The impact was soft, muffled by the expensive wallpaper, but the force behind it was unmistakable.
His presence, usually a measured aura of intellectual superiority, now pulsed with a raw, almost feral energy. The rational, analytical mind that had meticulously dissected data and human behavior had, in an instant, been overwhelmed. His eyes, usually sharp and discerning, were now clouded, dark with an unfiltered desire that had clawed its way to the surface. His carefully constructed control had fractured, giving way to an impulse that transcended logic.
His thoughts, normally a precise internal monologue, were now a chaotic surge of raw, intrusive urges, stripped bare of any pretense or intellectual veneer. The chill that had always accompanied his presence now radiated as a heated, undeniable current, locking Mei in place, not just against the wall, but within the suffocating intensity of his gaze.
Mei's eyes widened, a flicker of genuine fear piercing through her trained composure. The familiar, cold precision in Kyouya's gaze had been replaced by something primal, unreadable, and terrifyingly close. She hesitated, feeling the nerve endings prickle along her skin where his arm pressed against hers. The scent of him, usually clean and sterile, was now tinged with a faint, sharp tang of something indefinable.
"Kyouya-sama? What are you—" she began, her voice a breathy whisper, laced with a question that dared not fully form.
His grip tightened infinitesimally, not enough to hurt, but enough to convey an unyielding resolve. His dark eyes, still burning with that uncharacteristic intensity, bored into hers. "Don't play coy, Mei. Not with me."
His voice was a low murmur, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy radiating from him, yet it held an undeniable command.
"Be honest with yourself."
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a near-whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.
"You want to betray her, don't you? That loyalty you flaunt… it's a cage, isn't it? A gilded one, perhaps, but still a cage nonetheless."
Mei's breath hitched. How could he possibly know?
A faint, chilling smile touched his lips. "And don't bother denying it. Just as you lied to Himari, telling her you were merely stepping out for the toilet when you were actually delivering your 'intel' to me. A convenient cover story, for your own convenient truths."
The words hung in the air, a devastatingly accurate exposé. Mei felt her carefully constructed world tilt on its axis. He hadn't just suspected; he had known. Every carefully orchestrated move, every whispered report, every secret she thought she held safe for Himari—he had seen through it all. And now, he was calling her out, not on her deception of him, but on her own hidden desires.
Mei's gaze, previously locked in a struggle against his, finally faltered. Her shoulders slumped, a silent surrender. The whispered question in the air went unanswered, replaced by a raw, unvarnished truth.
Her lips parted, and the single word escaped, barely audible.
"Yes."
The confirmation seemed to unleash something potent within Kyouya. The taut control he'd held onto, the thin veneer of civility, snapped. He closed the remaining distance, his body pressing against hers, trapping her fully against the wall.
His head lowered, and his mouth, no longer precise or calculating, descended on hers in a kiss that was feral, wild, utterly untamed.
Her gasp was swallowed by the sudden onslaught, a jolt of surprise and a strange, answering current of raw instinct. Their tongues intertwined, a desperate, hungry dance that tasted of betrayal, a bitter-sweet tang that was both illicit and exhilarating. She felt the soft swell of her chest press against the hard plane of his, a stark contrast in their forms, yet a magnetic pull that defied all reason. The intellectual distance that had always defined their interactions evaporated, replaced by the hot, undeniable reality of skin on skin, breath mingling with breath, in a moment stripped of all but raw desire.
"Nghhh, Kyouya-sama... it feels so good."
A soft moan escaped Mei's lips, a breathless whisper of his name in the fervent chaos of the kiss. But as Kyouya's hand, driven by that same untamed hunger, began to drift dangerously low, nearing her most intimate area, a surge of adrenaline, cold and sharp, cut through her haze. But when he barely had reached her core, with a surprising burst of strength, she pushed against his chest, breaking the searing contact.
His eyes, still dark with desire, blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing their depths as he registered her resistance. Her breathing was ragged, her uniform slightly disheveled, but her gaze, though still flushed, held a newfound steel.
"Kyouya-sama," she panted, her voice tight but firm. "Please, not here. And not like this." She glanced around the opulent, yet far too exposed, room. Even the silent maids had cleared out, but the possibility of someone returning, or even surveillance, was too great a risk.
"There are… other places. Somewhere truly safe. Where no one will ever know."
Kyouya's gaze sharpened, the raw impulse beginning to recede, replaced by the calculating glint she knew so well. "Safe..." he repeated, the word rolling over his tongue, testing its implications. His mind, already accustomed to plotting and strategizing, immediately conjured an image. His own private room.
Soundproofed. Utterly secure. A sanctuary for his most private pursuits.
And now, for this.
Mei's words, "Somewhere truly safe. Where no one will ever know," resonated with Kyouya, acting like a key turning in a lock, releasing the last vestiges of his unrestrained urges and letting his calculating mind regain its dominance. The primal heat in his eyes didn't vanish, but it now burned with a more controlled, focused intensity.
He leaned in again, but this time, the pressure was less about raw force and more about intimate proximity, his voice dropping to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper that promised secrets and forbidden delights.
"My private room," he murmured, his gaze holding hers captive.
"Soundproofed. Absolutely secure. No interruptions. No prying eyes. Not even a whisper could escape its walls." A faint, unsettling smile played on his lips. "We can take 'it' even further there, Mei." The unspoken invitation hung heavy in the air, a dark promise of an intimacy that transcended the physical, venturing into the very core of their unspoken desires and shared betrayals.
A slow, subtle smile, one Kyouya had never witnessed before, blossomed on Mei's lips. It was genuine, and undeniably naughty, a hint of something wild and untamed mirroring the desire still swirling in his own eyes.
"Lead the way, Kyouya-sama," she replied, her voice a soft murmur, laced with a pleasure that was both surprising and utterly captivating.