Chapter 6

The next day when we met again, I saw him helping a senior girl fix a printer.

A feeling of possessiveness washed over me, uncomfortable with someone else monopolizing what I considered mine. I decided to send him a message and wait for him in the break room.

Time ticked by slowly, and just when I thought he wouldn't come, he burst into the room.

Due to his rush, his cheeks were flushed, his hair half-dry, clearly just out of the shower. He smelled faintly of camellia.

I sat with my legs crossed, surveying the nervous Lucas in front of me.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to make a good impression on you, sister," he said.

I stood up, and although I was displeased with his tardiness, I didn't show it.

I handed him a blindfold, my voice calm, "Put this on."

Seeing him obey without question, my mood improved. I grabbed his tie and led him to the full-length mirror.

He stumbled along, as if I were his only support.

I enjoyed this feeling of being in control.

I stroked the black mole under his left ear and gently bit it.

His body shuddered violently, his face turning bright red. He moved his lips as if to speak.

I lightly touched his lips, chuckling, "Be good. Stand still and count to five minutes silently. This is your punishment for flirting with others!"

He shook his head, "I didn't..."

"You're being naughty!"

He immediately fell silent.

But I couldn't let him off so easily.

I ran my hand down his abs, and his body instantly stiffened.