Trouble Honey
Ask For What?

“What's Jiyya?”

“What is no other bathroom?”

“Oh do you not want to go into my room? Too bad but the bathroom in this house there is only one and it is located there.”

Sir Joan glanced at Jiyya who seemed somewhat doubtful and confused, but because the man was sensitive enough to realize the discomfort of this sweet sorority, Joan added. “If you are uncomfortable, I will go in first and change my clothes first. After that you can use the bathroom and I promise not to enter my room while you are in.”

Jiyya Kontan flinched, Sir Joan is really a polite person. However, since she appreciates Jiyya so much, and treating her with such respect makes Jiyya feel bad for her. Wasn't it like he was just hitchhiking to confine Sir Joan who was a native in his own residence. Jiyya can't be more than this. He should know himself.

“It doesn't have to be like that, sir. Sorry to make the atmosphere uncomfortable. Then I permission to use the bathroom yes.”

Although Sir Joan finds a timid and doubtful move from Jiyya, the man is impressed that Jiyya emboldened herself to tear up the boundaries she had made in order to reciprocate her being polite towards the girl. His steps looked cute, especially when the girl hurriedly went inside with half a run

heading to the bathroom. Conservative girls are indeed much more attractive, the inner man.

Sir Joan enjoyed every spontaneous act that Jiyya showed her. Inevitably, it welcomed a smile to his always stiff facial water. Well, it's like a planned scenario. Jiyya was now inside her apartment, her condition was soaking wet, and it was raining heavily out there almost like a storm. There were many opportunities before his eyes.

The man entered his room, opened his wet top and threw it in the laundry basket. Last night Joan was convinced that Jiyya was telling the truth. Despite being drunk the girl said honesty that she could not doubt the truth. But the bad news is the fact that it's not here to make the conversation happen between the two of them last night. He just accidentally took shelter in the shade of his apartment building and not to visit it.

But still what the girl said about last night still disturbed his calm, even arguably the topic continued to poison his mind and make him unable to focus on work at all. He had lost his way, because almost all day he did not find Jiyya anywhere. The girl disappeared like a dream, and what happened last night was more like a fantasy. The girl did nothing, she did not tease him nor did she try to do it. He was just acting as usual, but Joan responded with a different point of view. It's crazy, she's never felt this frustrated because of women before.

There was a moment of silence, until Joan heard a click coming from the door of her bathroom. Joan gave her a sweet smile, but Jiyya looked shocked and blushed before slamming the door again. Joan is astonished by Jiyya's behavior, but when she realizes what makes the girl run away. He can only chuckle.

Well, he forgot that Jiyya might not be used to looking at a man's body in a half-naked state. Blame Joan for being too laid-back that not all women are one type with the women she has dated or slept with. There is also a type like Jiyya, where she is still awake. Maybe it's time for the guy to have a little fun. He wanted to tease Jiyya more than this.

The man hastily sped up his activities that a moment ago were changing clothes. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and training pants that were the same length. “Jiyya, I've dressed so you can already get out.”

Silence, a few moments until the door knob turns with a small gap there. Jiyya peeked out of the bathroom to confirm the truth before the door finally opened wide.

“Oh yes Jiyya, want me to lend you clothes?” Joan approached her wardrobe again “Your clothes look very bad because they are wet, if you wait for them to dry in your body you can get the flu. So please don't be rejected ya.”

Jiyya did not comment, she puffed her cheeks. He did not think, Sir Joan can be very relaxed to deal with it when a moment ago Jiyya saw him almost half naked. Was he always that cute? why is he so impressed to treat her like a child?

Is it true that Sir Joan has forgotten all the bullshit that Jiyya said last night? Because really, the incident last night and a while ago made the girl even more uncomfortable to linger with him here. Moreover, they are just the two of them.

To be honest he was afraid that what Silvana said about him was the truth. Sometimes people are more observant about ourselves than we ourselves as the owner of the body. Jiyya was afraid that she could not control herself anymore. What if he accidentally went back to doing something stupid again? Is it really stupid to do it with Sir Joan? Or what was Silvana's opinion worth considering? Should he really relinquish his crown to gain an experience ?

Suddenly Jiyya so remembered with what Silvana who said ‘I just did it when I felt I had a chance to it’. Jiyya hates her own thoughts. If Silvana could just do it, what about her? The woman basically did like such things while she did not.

But when the impossible can even happen to his best friend, then doesn't that mean the same thing is also possible to happen to him as well? After all, the game only requires a pair of humans and a chance, right? the rest flows because of the instinct that will take over.

While Sir Joan was busy shuffling her wardrobe, she momentarily glanced at Jiyya who was ready to directly cover the front of her body with her hands as if preventing Sir Joan from looking at her on a certain part of her body.

Sir Joan smiled slightly before showing Jiyya a dress more like a woman's nightgown with lace on the chest and the tip of her skirt.

Innocently, the man then wanted to get out of his room to give Jiyya a chance to change into clothes.

But Jiyya just stared stiffly at the dress that Sir Joan offered her, seeming to swallow before talking. “Anu.. Sir Joan,”

Sir Joan, who had just passed through the door of her room, turned to respond to her sweet student's call. “Yes? What's up Jiyya?”

“I can't wear that,” great-grandson Jiyya with her barely audible voice due to being too small. “I honestly don't mind wearing your clothes. Sorry if I was presumptuous, but the lady outfit that Sir Joan offered was uncomfortable for me to wear.”

Hearing Jiyya's words, a small grin appeared on Joan's face. So, isn't it like Jiyya was trying to lure him to play that game? is this a code from her for Joan to go further? Actually whatever Jiyya's choice, both are traps. But Joan did not think Jiyya would easily get into the bait even asking for something else instead. That was unexpected actually.

Joan immediately rearranged her facial expression. He is quite experienced in poker face therefore he can easily get his calm back and act ordinary even though his heart is not. The man looked at the ceiling as if considering Jiyya's idea.

“Ah, I think you will not be comfortable with my clothes. But fine if it makes you more comfortable. You are indeed not the type of girl who wants to wear such clothes anyway,” comments lightly.

Jiyya nodded her head. But his eyes widened when Sir Joan suddenly pulled on the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing casually. Jiyya's body stood stiff, once again she got the intake of a sexy adult male body right in front of her eyes. Not from the photos that Silvana often sent to her phone to tease Jiyya.

Sir Joan's body is thin, but very muscular. Even in the stomach is created extraordinary boxes that spoil the eyes. Jiyya's eyes accidentally fell down even more precisely on the basin that leads in the front area is tightly closed by the training pants that she wears. That part pokes a little, even when sleeping - even the size of that? be aware of his thoughts that have gone too far somewhere.

The girl immediately turned her eyes to another direction. The heat spread all over his face, why was Sir Joan acting so random like this? Holy hooch!

*“Oh ****!”*Jiyya could not help herself to say swear words even though she was mumbling. Its bad. His heart is not ready for this. He was not prepared for another possibility that might come true when he told Silvana and himself that it would never happen. But if this is the case who will guarantee it?

Sir Joan who had managed to get her head out of the top of the clothes then looked at Jiyya with super seriousness. “What's up? did you say something Jiyya?”

Jiyya looked at the visualization that was pampering her eyes once again. This time it is complete. Sir Joan who always combed her hair neatly stood in a bare chest with her natural hair. Jiyya could not believe that Sir Joan was truly a very charming man. Why is he only realizing it now?

“How is this, if the situation is this.. We could have done what Sir Joan offered me last night,” ceplos Jiyya in a small voice.

The girl closed her mouth quickly. No, why would he say that? it's shameful! He was a hundred percent aware and there was no reason for him to dodge.

His fear came true. Jiyya again makes the mistake of not being able to control herself properly. Oh God! Jiyya could not stand up and was stared at by Sir Joan now. He wanted to disappear from planet Earth.

Instead of ridiculing him, or driving him away because Jiyya had already said such a disrespectful thing to him. Sir Joan raised her eyebrows while holding the top she had just opened with her head slightly tilted to the right.

“Is that so?”

“T-no, and I misspoke, I did not mean.” Jiyya looked nervous, she flipped her body back to Sir Joan. For her it was now too late to cover up. It was too late to avoid because the lecturer had heard what he said. It was Jiyya who called back their memories last night. Therefore the girl could only afford to cast a helpless look at Sir Joan who was looking at her with a gentle yet serious look. “I'm a little curious, but I don't really know how to do it,” I'm the girl.

In just an instant, suddenly Jiyya did not realize Sir Joan had approached and had even stood behind her. Once again Jiyya could feel a warm breath blowing on her, following the lips of Sir Joan who was near her ears.

“Do what Jiyya? Ask for ***?”