The House Always Wins | Kakegurui x Male Reader

Chapter IX

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Y/N was scowling at his reflection, his eyes locked on the fresh ink that marked his bicep—an embarrassingly literal translation of "I eat dog shit" etched into his skin in precise kanji. What the hell had he been thinking, listening to that girl Runa?

Yumeko standing beside him, gently patted his tattooed arm, "Y/N-san, don't worry! You can just use long-sleeved shirts or normal shirts to cover it!" she suggested with sympathy and barely contained amusement.

He sighed heavily. "I liked to use sleeveless shirts at the gym to show off my arms, though..." he muttered, lamenting the loss of his favorite gym style.

Currently, they were in Yumeko's living room, Yumeko was draped in a white blouse that clung to her curves, hinting tantalizingly at the black lace bra underneath. Her mini skirt, a deep shade of crimson, hugged her ample hips and barely covered her thighs.

To cheer him up, Yumeko had prepared a little surprise. She stepped away for a moment, returning with a tray adorned with a miniature chocolate fondue set, complete with strawberries, marshmallows, and small pieces of cake for dipping. "Let's have some fun with this, shall we?" she said playfully as she dipped a strawberry into the dark chocolate and held it up to his lips.

As Y/N bit into the chocolate-covered fruit, Yumeko's fingers brushed against his. He chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders, and for a moment his disastrous tattoo was forgotten.

Yumeko reached up to wipe a smudge of chocolate from his cheek. "You're always so handsome, even with chocolate on your face or...unconventional tattoos," she teased.

Sex was one thing, a terrain he navigated with ease, but love? That was unfamiliar territory. Yet as he sat there, laughing and sharing fondue with Yumeko, he couldn't deny the truth any longer—he was utterly smitten.

"Maybe we should get a tattoo of a chocolate strawberry right next to it," Yumeko joked, nodding toward his unfortunate ink. "At least it would be sweeter, right?"

Y/N grinned, the idea forming in his head as Yumeko's fingers lingered on his cheek. "Hey, Yumeko-san," he started with a sly smirk. "What if I got a matching tattoo? You know, something that makes up for this little disaster," he nodded toward his arm. "You'd be up for that?"

"Oh! I wouldn't mind!" she replied enthusiastically. "Although, tattoos are a bit complex in Japan," she continued. "They're associated with yakuza, which makes them kind of taboo in public places like baths, gyms, and pools. But..." she paused, "we could always get them in places only we could see. That way, they wouldn't be an issue."

"Only we could see?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow intrigued by her suggestive tone. "Like where?"

Yumeko's smile widened, her finger tracing an imaginary line along her collarbone. "Well, maybe right here," she suggested playfully, the spot just above her chest "Or here," she continued, touching her thigh, the edge of her mini skirt rising as her fingers grazed her leg.

"How about right above your ass? That way, you could show it off only when you want to," she winked.

He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the growing warmth in his lower regions. "Or... how about here?" he suggested, pointing to his upper thigh, a place easily hidden yet close to more intimate areas.

Yumeko's eyes followed his gesture, and her response was a low chuckle. "Oh, that's not a bad idea! But if you really want to keep it a secret," she leaned in closer, "you could get it on your inner thigh. Then only someone very close would ever see it."

Y/N's body reacted instantly to her words, his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed as he struggled to form a coherent response. "Y-yeah, that... that's... that's an idea,"