"I can have whatever I want, including you," she whispers to his ear, rolling out her tongue and licking it. "You can't do anything to oppose your grandpa, after all," she giggles. "What a funny old man. He said he better die than let you marry a gaijin," she bursts out laughing.

Ojiro felt his body tensing, but he remained where he was seated.

"Ne, ne, Ojiro-kun. Tell me, are you really together with that gaijin? She's all over the news and SNS. Have you seen what she did to those poor media persons? She sticks her middle finger to them!" she gasps. "That woman has no shame!"

Ojiro lets out a chuckle. "You want to know the truth?" he leans on to her, matching her sensual tone.

Aimi nods her head to him like a child, purposely pressing more of her nakedness  to him.

He leans more and whispers, "You are nothing compared to her."

She draws back her head. "W-what?!—"

Ojiro stands up abruptly, knocking her off of her seat. She rolls down, falling from the couch to the tiled floor with a thud.

"Iyaaa!" She shrieks. "What did you just—"

"You will never come close. Not even a single strand of hair." He muttered, looking down at her on the floor.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "So, it's true. You were together with that gaijin!" she screams. "Take that back. Take back what you said, or I will make sure your ojii-san will hear about this!"

"Do you really think you can scare me with that?" Ojiro smirked.

"I will destroy you! I will ruin everything in your career!"

"Do it. Throw in all the threats. Let's expose each other." He challeneged her. "Tell me if your old man can ever be able to bear the shame if he discovers her only daughter is having an affair with a married man." He plays a video on his phone and shows it to her. Aimi gasps, recognizing it.

Gin-san has found something interesting the email account that he provided and his technical team has uccessfully hacked, and it looks like the girl is keeping a sex tape with a famous politician who was a married man. Being caught engaging in such a scandal in Japan means only one thing: you have brought dishonor to your family, which is considered the most shameful thing in their beliefs.

Though a common thing in the celebrity industry in Japan, being caught cheating has the power to end a career.

Her shoulder shakes, sobbing uncontrollably in defeat.

"Please. I have loved you for so long, Ojiro-kun," she begs. "I have looked up at you. I have loved you for so many years," she cries, kneeling in front of him, wrapping her arms around his leg, but Ojiro steps back out of her hold.

Shocked at the rejection, she shifted back again to screaming. "If you don't let me suck your dick, I will kill myself!"

"Damare," he muttered, shutting her up for once.

Ojiro takes off his coat, draping it around her, covering her naked body.

"Aimi, it's not too late for you. You're young. Start again by having some respect for yourself," he mumbled, leaving the girl's  mouth hanging open, speechless.

Ojiro called his securities in to had Aimi picked up.

"Make sure you bring her straight home safe," he commanded Yoshio.

Before leaving the place, Ojiro grabs him one bottle of alcoholic drink from the table. He drives his car himself, taking one and two sips of alcohol from the bottle, not knowing where to go.

Not to the rink or their family home. He didn't even know where he belonged anymore.

Ojiro remembered the moment, as well as when and how he started drinking. He didn't even really like everything about it. The taste, the smell. It's making him sick. All that he knows is...

It's the only way he can feel close to her.

Her.

His foot automatically hits the breaks, stopping the car in a halt, almost crashing into a lamp post. He shakes his head; his vision is already doubling with just a few sips.

He unbuckles himself and gets out of the car. His head felt like its spinning but he manages to call Yoshio and make him retrieve the car that he had left stuck on the side of the road.

Without a ride, Ojiro decided to walk on his feet even though he was walking in a zigzags, tripping himself. His mind might have clouded with tipsiness, but his body, is automatically heading in that direction.

In such a state, it was such a miracle that he found himself in the place he wanted him to be the most.

In Louise's apartment.

After a few knocks, Ojiro felt his heart skip a bit upon hearing some familiar muttering inside the house. The door swings open, and there, in front of him, she's standing.

Even though her face is painted with obvious surprise, her tiny mouth semi-open and her big brown eyes searching him, Ojiro didn't fail to recognize her beauty. The familiar creamy, flawless skin that glows out within her, covered with rosy blushes, colored by the cold.

She looks exactly like the last time that they met outside the rink that night.

The night when everything between them ended.

She stares back at him, unsure, while he can't bring himself to say a word. He bathes his eyes in her form, memorizing every detail of her as if she would disappear at any moment, and he needs to remind himself that she is real and solid.

"Ojiro. You know we should not meet each other anymore, right?" Her voice cracks. As if like a strange spell, bringing him back to his senses.

He only realizes how he looks exactly like a creep at the moment.

He nods to her. Of course, Louise might have heard the news. His ojii-san doesn't even try to cover it up this time and just lets the news flow.

'Ojiro Korishima, Japan's two-time Olympic gold medalist, was said to meet Aimi Suzuki for a business meeting.'

When the door closed, Ojiro didn't make any movement. It was as if everything was just slowly raining down on him now.

Is this really the end?

After what we have gone through...that's it?

Iya da.

I will never accept it.

I will never–

The door swings open again, and this time, Ojiro didn't waste the chance.

"Louise," he gasps, grabbing her fast on both shoulders and rushing to her in with a kiss.

"Ojiro," she whimpers in between their harsh kisses, clinging to him like her life depends on it.

Not breaking the kiss, they push themselves inside the house. Ojiro breathes in everything of her, holding her tight, making sure he will not let go of her anymore.

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