**Chapter 57: Teetering on the Edge**

Mitsuba's fingers continued to weave through Kou's hair as he slowly pulled his chest closer to his lips. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and a sly grin spread across his face. With a fluid motion, Mitsuba removed his shirt, the fabric slipping away to reveal his smooth, hairless chest. He turned in Kou's lap to face him, his slender frame seeming to glow in the soft light of the room. "Ah, Kou," Mitsuba said, his voice low and husky, "you just love my feminine body, huh? So hairless, skinny, feminine!" He emphasized each word, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "Such a pervert! Treating me like a porno, hell doing everything he sees in a porno on me!" Mitsuba's words were laced with a mock outrage, but his eyes betrayed his excitement, shining with a knowing glint. As he spoke, Mitsuba's fingers tightened in Kou's hair, pulling his head closer. Kou's mouth, still tender from their earlier intimacy, was inches from Mitsuba's lips. The air between them vibrated with tension, heavy with unspoken promises. Mitsuba's gaze locked onto Kou's, his eyes flashing with a dare. Kou's expression was a mask of calm, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of arousal. He seemed to be savoring the moment, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath. The silence between them was oppressive, a physical presence that seemed to pulse with energy. Mitsuba's grin grew, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against Kou's ear. "You're so predictable, Kou," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Kou's spine. "You can't resist a pretty face and a smooth body, can you?" Mitsuba's words were a gentle taunt, but they held a hint of vulnerability, a glimpse into the insecure heart that beat beneath his bravado. As Mitsuba's lips trailed down Kou's jaw, his fingers continued to toy with Kou's hair, sending shivers coursing through his body. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the thrum of desire and the gentle give-and-take of their lovemaking. Mitsuba's body was a sensual map, each curve and contour seeming to invite Kou's touch. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the promise of what was to come. Mitsuba's eyes never left Kou's, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity. In that moment, it seemed as though anything was possible, and the boundaries between them were about to blur even further.