Soaked

A suite by the ocean was supposed to be a good thing, right?

A suite by the ocean because you were the assistant of one of Japan’s top idols was supposed to be even better, especially since that idol was Izumi Kido and just happened to hanging around moaning and griping about how hot it was.

If only the fans knew that their favorite idol just happened to be a guy.

One that draped himself over the irritated young woman under the guise of a buddy-buddy hug, but to gripe “it’s so hot!”

“Go drench yourself in the pool outside if you’re that hot.”

Izumi Kido scoffed at the suggestion but didn’t bother moving from his position. “Can’t move, heat takes it right out of me.”

Hikaru made to shove the male off of her, only to heft him up so high before he came tumbling right back down, his head ending up pillowed on her chest. The heat of another hot body didn’t help the heat, nor did the wet heat of the sea-scented room.

Her irritation grew higher, evidenced by her cheeks puffing up and an apparent scowl.

Brown eyes looked up at her lazily as skilled hands merely pulled at her tank top’s buttons before peeling away the damp material away from her steaming skin. Izumi grinned wolfishly as he saw Hikaru’s lack of reaction, so getting to his knees to remove the girl’s shirt just made so much sense to him.

Why roast in so much clothing when he was half naked himself?

Not like he hadn’t removed her clothes before anyways. Actually, he prided himself on being able to strip her to her civvies in a few panel transitions to begin with.