Eric looked up when the door chimes sounded, indicating a customer had entered.

He saw a good-looking couple entering: one rather cold, indifferent male and one rather sweet and beautiful female.

Eric stared at the girl, appreciating her soft features and then his eyes roamed on her figure. He was busy admiring the fullness of her breasts and her slim waist when he felt this chill surrounding him.

No, it was more like, there was intense danger.

No, it was both? Cold, intense danger?

He gulped and lifted his eyes off the body that he was admiring, only to be met with a pair of extremely ice-cold eyes of the girl he had been blatantly staring at.

As if that was bad enough, Eric realised that the death glare didn't come from the girl, but rather, the guy beside her. The girl was only giving him the cold stare that froze him while the guy looked like he was ready to hack him to pieces.

"Seen enough?" the girl he had been thinking looking so innocent asked, her voice oozing with poison.

"Maybe I should just gorge out his eyes," the guy said indifferently like he was saying something mundane like, 'the weather is nice'.

Sweat poured down his back.

"S-s-sorry," he stammered, his hands shaking, "H-h-how m-may I help you?"

Sayuri decided not to press the matter and said, "We're here to pick up an order."

"Of course," Eric replied, not daring to look at them anymore, "May I have your ticket order please?"

Sayuri handed him the ticket, and as he reached out to take it, he noticed the guy was playing with something in his hands.

Zooming in with his eyes to see what it was, Eric started shaking when he realised that it was a small, thin blade. His eyes were fixed on the movements, as the blade moved so fast in his hand that he couldn't see what he was doing.

All Eric could see was that the blade was moving fast, making it look like there was more than one blade and yet, not drawing blood at all - despite it being so close to the fingers and palm.

"Stop that," Sayuri admonish Kyle, taking the knife easily from his moving hands.

Eric quickly took the ticket and ran to the back to get the order.

"That was mean," Sayuri said to Kyle with a laugh, giving him back his blade.

Kyle slid it into his hidden sleeve pocket, scoffing, "He was staring at you. He was lucky enough he managed to keep his eyes."

"You can't keep doing that," Sayuri said, "He wasn't the first to do so, and won't be the last. It isn't as if I can't put them down myself."

Kyle frowned at her.

"This is not the first time it happened?" Kyle hissed.

"Why is that a surprise?" Sayuri asked him, her face looking displeased, "You're not the only one who people will stare at. Undressing you with their eyes even."

Kyle looked at Sayuri closely.

While he had always known Sayuri was beautiful, she seemed to be much more enticing nowadays. Then again, it could be because he was just too attuned to her sexually so he may be biased.

Or was this the fabled 'sex effect'?

He remembered reading those comics from Country J that would depict the characters as giving off this soft / sexy / alluring aura after they've lost their virginity. As if, they became sexier or appealed to people more.

Whether it was true or not, one thing was for sure.

Kyle didn't like other people staring at what was his.

Not getting a response from Kyle, Sayuri crossed her arms across her ample chest, which only made it more enticing to look at.

"Kyle Rexington Smith," Sayuri said, looking at him in displeasure, "Are you really saying that I'm not worth looking at?!"

The corner of Kyle's lips raised a bit as he brought his head down, his eyes staring at her cleavage.

"On the contrary," Kyle said, "There's too much to look at, I might just lock you up at home."

"Oh?" Sayuri asked, seeing where he was looking and squished the sides of her breast more, "You're guiltier than I am, so you are the one that should be locked up at home. Chained to the bed, too, for good measure."

"Kinky," Kyle replied, stepping closer, his eyes darkening.

Sayuri pushed him with her finger, scolding him, "We're in public, so behave."

"Who's the one giving me the invitation?" Kyle asked with a raised eyebrow while pointing at her breasts with his chin.

Sayuri gave him a sultry smile, wiggled her eyebrows and turned away while stepping back a bit so that her soft behind would brush against his rising star.

Kyle closed his eyes for a brief second, thinking that he probably got more than he could chew … nah.

If it wasn't for the fact that the salesperson would be getting back, Kyle would have pushed her against the counter already. As it was, she would need to be 'punished' in another way for that act of hers.

Just then, the door opened and another salesperson came out. A girl this time.

Upon seeing Kyle, she stopped for a second before her face split into a huge smile and she placed two boxes on the counter.

Kyle moved behind Sayuri, pressing himself on her and letting her feel the effects of her seduction earlier.

Sayuri's face did not change, despite feeling a particular hardness pressed right on her behind.

She opened the boxes, ignoring the slight grinding movements Kyle was doing covertly. He made the most minimal of movements so that other than her, no one else knew what he was doing.

All they saw was a guy just standing intimately close to his girlfriend.

Sayuri cursed him endlessly in her mind while her core was starting to get dripping wet.

She really should chain him to the bed and torture him.