Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Nanjiro thought this matter was too complicated.

Tezuka Kunimitsu was simply seduced by the sweet scent on him.

Some people say that imagined strawberries are much redder, sweeter and more delicious than real ones.

Kunimitsu Tezuka doesn't like sweet things and doesn't like strawberries very much.

What he wants is...

"I said I don't want it anymore, but you...you..." Nanjiro choked and cried.

Tezuka is the worst, Tezuka is not the best.

Don't like Tezuka anymore.

woo woo woo...

It made people cry.

How to do?

Cheer up!

Kunimitsu Tezuka helped him wipe away his tears.

He was well aware of Nanjiro's pampered and fragile nature, but he always lost his sense of proportion without noticing.

He is the reserved and sensitive mimosa, the precious Princess and the Pea in the fairy tale. Even the slightest touch can trigger his direct and strong reaction.

How can we get someone to catch him?

Can't I just touch it a little?

"Didn't we agree that this place is only for me to touch, Mr. Nanjiro?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu tapped his neck with his fingertips, not wanting to leave easily.

Nanjiro lowered his head and clenched his hands: "That is...that is..."

He stammered and couldn't say anything.

He seemed to have said something like this, when did it happen?

Can not remember……

But how could he say such a thing? It's not right.

But I couldn't remember the whole thing, so I had to accept it.

"Do you want to go back on your word?" A dark light flashed across Tezuka Kunimitsu's eyes, "Or do you mean you don't remember..."

"Woo..." The dangerous and cold breath made him panic.

Originally, Tezuka Kunimitsu was in the wrong, but now the offense and defense have changed, and Nanjiro is speechless.

"No...no..." he denied.

"Don't...don't be mean to me..."

Tezuka Kunimitsu restrained his breath: "Really?"

"Yeah." He nodded obediently.

"Look up at me, Mr. Nanjiro."

Nanjiro was always very obedient, so when he raised his head, he saw Tezuka's upright and handsome face.

good looking.

But it’s so close.

Before he could decide whether to look away, he heard Tezuka say to him, "Repeat what you said."

"what?"

He didn't react for a moment, until Tezuka's fingertips moved over the skin of his neck.

A tingling sensation suddenly came to my head, and the dizzy feeling came back.

He subconsciously wanted to say "no" again, but after making contact with Tezuka's indifferent gaze, he knew it was useless: Tezuka only wanted to get what he wanted from him.

If he can't get it...

He will tell himself...

Nanjiro didn't dare to think further.

Is it too late to realize how terrifying Tezuka Kunimitsu is now?

Has he already woven a fine and tough net for himself, using sweet and tempting bait as lure, and "boiling the frog in warm water"? Once he succeeds, there will be no possibility of escape. It's up to him.

Can you still escape, yourself?

Nanjiro remained silent.

He felt that he was no different in front of Tezuka than a lamb to be slaughtered in front of a butcher.

Tezuka Kunimitsu noticed that he was uneasy, and continued to coax him gently: "Mr. Nanjiro is very obedient, isn't he..."

"me……"

No, I'm not a child, I won't be obedient.

I……

"Here, here... only... only for you..."

Nanjiro was repeating it purely on instinct, staring at him without blinking.