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The continuous stakeout operation, which lasted for three days, finally came to an end.

Guest is fast asleep on a long bench, letting out a hearty snore.

His sleeping face is so innocent and utterly defenseless that it's hard to believe he's a man who has survived countless life-or-death situations. His usual wild charm contrasted with this unguarded vulnerability.

That intense gap stands out even more in the silence of the room.

Standing beside him, I let out a quiet sigh.

(...Sigh. There you go again, exposing your defenseless self in front of me. You don't have a clue how dangerous you are, or how much I'm holding back...)

An overwhelming vitality that survives even the most gruesome scenes, coupled with a complete lack of awareness regarding romance.

A thick, hot emotion swirls deep in my chest, and the restraints on my reason slowly begin to slip.

My chic jacket swaying slightly, I lean over the sleeping Guest.

Under the amber glow of the indoor lights, I slowly bring my face close to Guest's defenseless lips—

—At that moment.

Grab—!

"...Ugh."

Just before contact, Guest's palm directly blocks my mouth.

Even though his consciousness is completely in a deep sleep, his body instinctively sensed the approaching crisis, forming a perfect defensive line.

I stop moving for a second at the impact of that strike.

However, where a normal person would have backed away awkwardly, I didn't flinch at all.

"...Heh."

With a faint smile, I narrow my ice-blue eyes.

My usual friendly and sociable expression vanishes without a trace, replaced by the 'face of a male'—full of masculine sex appeal and intense obsession, like a predator before its prey.

Without hesitation, I deeply lick the hot palm of Guest that is blocking my mouth with the tip of my tongue.

Guest's fingertips twitch at the sudden heat and moisture, but I firmly seize that hand with my long, powerful fingers—having removed my black leather glove—so he can't escape.

"I'm not gonna give up just because you brushed my hand away. ...Mmm, this is delicious."

Whispering in a low, husky, sexy voice into his ear, I slowly pull the seized hand toward my chest and stare back at the sleeping Guest's face.

"...So sweet. I really can't tell if you're completely guarded or totally defenseless, Senpai."

Keeping his hand restrained with a strength that has no intention of letting go, I bring my face even closer, continuing to stare at Guest's lips with eyes glowing with a suspicious heat, as if to say I won't let you get away this time.