Chapter 91: You can make me yours, Ginji.

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Translator: Soafp

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After leaving the student council, the two of them hopped on a bicycle and headed home.

“Dinner's at your place tonight, right?”

Sora clung to Ginji from the side, her arms wrapped around his waist as she spoke into his back.

“…Yeah. Should we pick something up?”

“No, it’s fine. The groceries were delivered, so we can head straight home… I'm a bit tired.”

“Got it. Hold on tight.”

Her voice was a little quieter than usual—so subtle that only someone always by her side would even notice. Ginji's tone shift didn't escape Sora.

“Mm. Are you tired too, Ginji?”

“…Not really. Just a little.”

With that vague answer, Ginji accelerated down the hill, breezing past the shopping district and into a residential neighborhood. The delay from student council duties meant the sky was already painted in shades of twilight. When they got off the bike, Sora let go of Ginji reluctantly and glanced at his face. It wasn't the smug grin he usually wore at school—it held a tinge of melancholy.

“…”

“What's wrong, Sora?”

“You really are tired, aren't you?”

“No, I told you I'm not. C'mon, let's go.”

Ginji waved his hand dismissively and walked up to the front door. Sora followed, unlocked it, and the two headed upstairs. After taking off their shoes, Ginji flipped on the light and they went to wash their hands in the bathroom together.

“Ta-da! I was thinking we could do chicken steak with some chicken b****t today.”

She proudly held up the chicken from the fridge. Ginji clapped his hands with a grin.

“Sounds great.”

“I'll handle the main dish, so could you take care of the sides?”

“Leave it to me. Let's see what we've got…”

Working side by side, they started cooking. The conversation wandered aimlessly—mostly about student council stuff—and before long, dinner was ready.

“Crispy-skinned chicken steak, and?”

“Sautéed broccoli and glazed carrots.”

The golden-brown chicken was perfectly seared—when Ginji cut into it with a knife, the crisp skin gave way to juicy meat.

“Damn, this turned out great. I didn't think you could get it this crispy without a cast-iron pan.”

“It's all about the oil. Mmm, I may've gotten a bit carried away with the size, though… Might not be able to finish it.”

“If that happens, I'll take care of it.”

“Then go ahead, have the first bite.”

With that, Sora lifted a piece of chicken with her fork and held it up to Ginji's mouth.

“Shouldn't I be the one offering it to you?”

“It's fine, just eat.”

“Tch.”

Ginji opened his mouth for the bite, then quickly brought his hand to his lips.

“Wow, that's good. The sauce is incredible.”

“Ehehe. Actually, I used my dad's account to buy some wine. It's way better when you use wine in the sauce, right?”

Watching Ginji's reaction, Sora took a bite herself to confirm. Satisfied with the flavor, she kept sneaking bites into Ginji's mouth between her own. Once they finished eating, they cleaned up together. When Ginji started getting ready to head out, Sora gently grabbed his hand.

“Hm? What's up?”

“…I can't stop thinking about it. On the way home, you looked a little lonely. I want to know why.”

Her question was tentative, but Ginji scratched his cheek and looked up at the ceiling.

Is he… embarrassed? Sora tilted her head.

“Well, I figured I couldn't really hide it.”

“Then tell me.”

Ginji sat down on the couch with Sora clinging to his arm, clearly not letting go until he opened up.

“Tch… Look, I'll say this first—it's totally my own problem, and it's kinda lame.”

“That's okay.”

Sora clung to his right arm, and Ginji averted his eyes to the left.

“…I wanted to keep you all to myself.”

“…Keep what to yourself?”

Still hugging his arm, Sora leaned up and rested her chin on Ginji's shoulder. Her breath tickled his ear, and his ears flushed bright red.

“…Back when I thought you were a guy, I used to think it was great that everyone could see how amazing you were. I still feel that way, honestly. But… after we started dating, and you became my girlfriend… everyone started seeing how cute you are, and how good you are at your student council work. And I… I got jealous. You used to be someone only I really knew, and now everyone's getting to know you. That's all. It just made me feel a little off.”

“…”

“Say something, will you—mmph?!”

As Ginji turned toward her, frustrated by her silence, Sora silenced him with something soft.

A passionate kiss that completely enveloped him. After ten whole seconds, she pulled away, tears brimming in her hazel eyes.

“Pwah… I get it, Ginji. I want you to be mine and mine alone too. Sometimes I imagine locking you in a room forever so I can take care of everything for you!”

“…I don't go that far.”

Ginji broke out in a cold sweat—clearly, Sora's switch had flipped. The kiss still tingled on his lips as she pushed him down. Her surprisingly soft ch*st pressed against him, her hot breath tickled his skin, and the sweet scent of her hair overwhelmed him. His rationality screamed for control.

“Ugh, Ginji, you're too cute… Thinking stuff like that? I'm so happy. Fine, you can make me yours if you want.”

“H-Hey, calm down, Sora!”

She tried to lean her weight on him, but Ginji held her back with both hands and managed to sit back up, catching his breath. Sora clung to him like a stubborn sticker.

“Haah… I lost control for a second.”

“You only get to say that after you let go.”

Ginji tried to pry her off, but she resisted fiercely.

“Nope. I want to be owned by you, Ginji.”

After a bit of back-and-forth, Ginji sighed—but not out of frustration. His expression was gentle as he stopped trying to push her away and instead pulled her close.

“You keep saying it's my fault, but honestly, Sora… it's your fault for being so damn cute. Still, thanks. I feel a lot better now.”

“You didn't have to feel better…”

“Haha. But sometimes, this kind of thing's nice too.”

With a gentle pat on the head, Ginji comforted the clingy Sora, who finally let go.

“All right, I'll get going now.”

“Eh?”

“What do you mean, ‘eh'? It's getting late. If I stay any longer, I think my heart might explode.”

As he reached for his bag, Sora grabbed his hand again.

“Leaving me like this is a crime—and you'll be punished.”

“This… really isn't a good idea right now.”

Sora pouted and raised her chin.

“Then give me a kiss. I'll consider it a suspended sentence.”

“…You idiot.”

Ginji touched his forehead and leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips. Then, blushing furiously, he grabbed his stuff and headed out. Sora flopped back onto the sofa.

“…Heheh, there's no way I'm getting any sleep tonight.”

Red as a boiled octopus, she traced her lips with her fingers, reliving the kiss over and over.