LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 23: Trust your guts:
Satoru arrives at Utahime's apartment, his impatience growing. He rings the bell, tapping his foot restlessly and impatiently.
Utahime's face contorts into an evil grin as she hears the chime. She strides confidently toward the door.
She flings it open, revealing a sultry smile. "Welcome back, honey."
He bursts through the doorway, his lips crashing against hers. Passion fuels his movements as he grasps her waist, pulling her close.
Her eyes sparkle with triumph, her arms wrapping around him. "I knew you'd come, babe," she whispers seductively.
Satoru's hands roam, urgently tugging at Utahime's dress, tearing the fabric. Her laughter echoes, enticing him deeper.
His lips descend upon her neck, his teeth gently biting. As he presses against her, they stumble toward the couch.
Utahime's moan fills the air as she sinks into the plush cushions.
Satoru's bite intensifies, passion consuming him at her moan. As he gets ready to make lover to her, an evil grin spreads across her face. Utahime, your plan has worked perfectly, she thinks to herself, her mind racing with sinister intent. Now, let's begin.
Meanwhile, you stand at the window, staring out the window into the night. Your mind wanders, anxiety creeping in. Thoughts of Satoru swirl: Where is he? Is he hiding something? His sudden departure echoes in your mind.
Your gaze drifts back to the room, eyes settling on the clock. Time ticks slowly. Doubts linger.
You stand, lost in thoughts. Suddenly, an idea strikes. Your eyes widen slightly at it.
You turn from the window, your eyes shifting to your phone on the desk. "Right, I have Uraume's number now since I took it on the wedding day," you tell to yourself.
You walk over to the desk, your footsteps quiet. You pick up the phone, and you unlock it.
You hesitate for a moment, then type out a message to Uraume. Your fingers move swiftly, sending the text before doubts creep in.
A flush spreads across your cheeks. "What if she... gets the wrong idea!?" you worry, tossing your phone onto the bed.
You fall onto the bed, burying your face under a pillow, anxiety swirling.
A vibrant blush spreads across your cheeks. Your eyes expand with wonder.
With a sudden movement, you sit up, gently placing your hand over your racing heart. "Why does the mere thought of him send my heart into a flurry?" you ponder, your voice a soft whisper.
Your eyelids snap shut, eyes screwing tight. Your head shakes vigorously. "No, no, no. That can't be!" you whisper.
Suddenly, your phone buzzes. Uraume's response delivers to you. Your eyes open, and you hastily grab your phone, focusing on the screen.
You read Uraume's response, eyes narrowing slightly. "Oh, she doesn't have it," you murmur.
Another text pops up: "But I'll ask Sukuna! I'm sure he has it."
A gentle smile spreads across your face. You tap the heart reaction, anticipation building. You wait eagerly for Uraume's next update.
Uraume turns to Sukuna. "Homie, you got Suguru's number? Satoru's wife is asking for it."
Sukuna sits up, his expression tinged with jealousy. "Why is she asking for his number?" he probes.
Uraume's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Why are you worried about that? You like her or something?"
Sukuna's expression turns annoyed. "That's none of your business."
Uraume teases, grinning mischievously. "Ah, yes. I remember that day she rejected you."
Sukuna snaps, "Shut up, you albino kitten!" and scrolls through his contacts, searching for Suguru's number.
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Your phone buzzes. Uraume's text appears: "Suguru's number: 010-XXXX-XXXX."
You glance at the message, at his number, your heart racing. Your throat constricts; you gulp.
Fingers trembling, you swiftly send a "Thanks!" to Uraume. Then, with hesitant excitement, you open a new DM with Suguru.
You stroll over to the mirror, scrutinizing your reflection. Your face scrunches into a frustrated expression.
"What is this sudden feeling I have about Suguru?" you wonder aloud. You sigh, shaking your head. "Hope it's nothing like that."
Turning from the mirror, you open Suguru's DM. Your fingers hover over the keyboard.
For two agonizing minutes, you type, erase and retype, agonizing over the perfect message. Finally, you take a deep breath and hit send.
Your face turns bright red as the message sends. Overwhelmed, you collapse onto the bed, grabbing a nearby stuffed teddy. You squeeze it tightly, seeking comfort and stress relief.
Suguru walked over to the table, lemon soda in hand, as his phone buzzed. Curious, he set his drink down and checked the screen. "Who's this unknown number?" he wondered, opening the message from you.
💌When would Satoru come back home❓
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