Midas froze. The name, Haneul, made every fiber of his body scream in anger—his brother, whom he hated and loved at the same time. There were complications, especially with the past between the two.
Midas is the Sins of the World, while Haneul is the Heavenly Laws. They were the exact opposite—two sides of the same coin.
Midas sighed, a flood of memories rushing back to him—especially his life with his brother, which was not the best.
"I'll I'll see you after school." Midas hung up the phone, his eyes in conflict, a battlefield of emotions between his anger and the desire to see his brother.
His pride surged as he clenched his jaw; his raw and cruel power caused the whole world to shake, and many thought of an earthquake.
Yet Midas sighed, slumped his shoulders, and walked down the hallway toward class.
When it came to power and strength, Midas and Haneul were perfectly matched; their power was beyond any comprehension.
Yet, one thing they both agreed on was that they were overprotective of those close to them.
"Midas," Aoi whispered. She was close to him, their desks side by side, with a slight blush noticeable on her cheeks, which was adorable for Midas.
She was sharing her textbook, a history book, which differed from what Midas had seen in his previous lives; each was different.
"Aoi-chan," Midas whispered, leaning close and gently blowing into her ear.
Aoi's blush deepened. She was about to say something, but Midas cupped her cheek, cutting her off, stroking her cheek with his thumb gently, so that she nuzzled for more.
"I'm having trouble understanding this part," he said, staring intensely into her eyes.
Her breath hitched, and she nodded, unable to look away. "I-it's talking about the war of 1978, when... Japan—" Aoi was having trouble, her heart beating hard against her rib cage with her childhood crush so close, her eyes wandered to his lips, she gulped.
Yet Midas could hear it loud and clear, and he felt a thrill run through him, a slight grin.
He also felt the eyes of those with black strings, trying to connect with Aoi. The world was trying to interfere to make Aoi one of its victims, but he wouldn't let that happen. He closed the gap and kissed Aoi, whose eyes widened in disbelief.
Touka, the teacher, noticed the kiss between her daughter and the boy she felt deeply in love with. She clenched her jaw and ignored it, despite the heat rising in her stomach and the seed in her womb.
Aoi clutched Midas's shirt tightly, her inexperience—all her practice on a pillow—completely forgotten. She parted her lips, and Midas's tongue slid into her mouth.
Like a greedy snake, his tongue explored every part of her. At the same time, his hand slid down, exploring the curve of her waist. Aoi's tongue surrendered to his, and instead, she began to suck on his tongue as if she wanted every last drop of his saliva. Midas's eyes narrowed, and he turned his saliva into a sweet nectar, like a strawberry-flavored candy.
Aoi let out a small, quiet whimper.
Midas finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connecting his tongue to Aoi's lips. She was panting softly, her cheeks burning with a massive blush.
As class ended, Touka walked over and slammed her hand on their desk. Aoi was startled, especially since it was her mom.
"M-mom?" Aoi spoke, seeing Touka glare at Midas, who was smiling gently.
"Ara~ Is someone jealous of their daughter getting my attention?" Midas teased. Touka's jaw clenched. Aoi was flustered but immediately composed herself.
"Midas!" a beautiful, innocent voice called out. It was Surien. She looked at the scene, confused by how close Aoi was to Midas, too close for her liking. She also noticed her mother, who was leaning face-to-face with him.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing," Midas said. He stood and grabbed Aoi's hand, intertwining their fingers so possessively that Touka's hands turned to fists, her knuckles whitening. Midas then grabbed Surien's hand as well. Surien's face lit up with a smile, like a child finally getting something she had wanted for so long, especially with her hand now intertwined with Midas's.
As the three walked out, Midas turned to Touka, winked, and blew her a kiss with a teasing smirk.
As he walked out, he headed with them to other classes. These became boring, except when he was with Aoi.
Two familiar figures arrived: Love-chan and Tsukimi-chan, both beautiful in their school uniforms. The stares of the other guys kinda pissed Midas.
He leaned in and captured their lips—first, Love-chan, who moaned happily. Then Tsukimi-chan pressed her body closer.
Aoi was stunned. But before she could say anything, Midas grabbed her hips, pushed her against the wall, and kissed her.
Actions speak louder.
But also words.
"Calm down, Aoi," Midas said, his voice a low whisper. "I love you, but also your sister and mother, so be a sweetheart and help me. I'll reward you with something..." Midas nuzzled Aoi's ear gently. She breathed heavily, her body pressed against his.
Her hands roamed his body in such a perverted way, tugging at his pants, but he didn't care.
"Delicious," Midas murmured.
Surien was shocked. She watched Midas kiss not only two girls but also her younger sister. Unshed tears welled up, and Midas noticed them. He moved faster and pulled her close.
"Tears don't suit you," Midas said, wiping her tears. She looked at him, and Midas's eyes devoured her innocence. He wanted to feel it, taste it, and corrupt it.
"M-Midas, w-why?" she stuttered. His eyes softened, and he leaned close.
"I'm just a greedy guy," he said, blowing hot air into her ear. Surien shivered, her cheeks reddening.
Aoi, Love-chan, and Tsukimi-chan got closer to take in the scent of Midas. It smelled of roasted coconut and something hot, something that made them feel weak and want to surrender.
Love-chan and Tsukimi-chan had already given him their first kiss, yet they wanted more. They were addicted to him.
"I can't imagine you in another guy's arms so that I will take every person, every past girl. Surien-chan, you are mine. I know how you feel," Midas said, his voice full of possessiveness. He then kissed her. Surien's eyes widened from his words and the sudden kiss.
She wanted to push him back, to slap him for such words, to tell him he couldn't claim her as his. But she also couldn't imagine herself in another man's arms. She couldn't...
She understood why her younger sister had feelings for Midas. She had always seen him surrounded by girls.
Childhood.
She kissed him back, determined to do anything to be number one. She parted her lips, and Midas's tongue slid into her mouth, tangling with her tongue like a dance. His saliva... She began to suck on it, to taste more.
"Hey! This is inappropriate!"
*trying a new style*
*gonna edit it*