10. French Kiss

“Even though you banned the Cecil and I from it, s-senpai…” Aine moaned, “Have I mentioned… how much I love your special wine…?”

Intoxicated like a mad man, Aine slid up against Camus, who was sitting in his chair and sat on his lap. Hotly, he leaned toward Camus’s face, his breath smelling of the sweet, yet strong imported alcohol. It was clear the tealette was drunk.

“Are you going to punish me… senpai?” Aine licked his lips and gave a sweet smile, before pressing his lips against the other’s with fervent passion.

Was it really punishment if it was voluntary~? In for the kill he went.

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