Trouble Honey
Possessiveness

Jiyya stomped her feet violently along the road she was walking along. His mood has really been ruined. The girl even tried hard to hold back the tears that almost fell on her cheeks. He hated Sir Joan. Moreover, Jiyya hates herself who is always trapped in a situation that makes her sick. Why does it feel like she's being a stupid girl? He was always easily trapped with Sir Joan. And this time the girl could not even hold back her own emotions when the name Bestian was mentioned by others in such a manner. His tiny heart seemed to be squeezed, even more and more pressed until the pain was unbearable.

With both hands clenched, Jiyya had thrown a hateful gaze from behind her shoulder towards the foreign woman who seemed quite familiar with her lecturer. After she managed to get away from them, Jiyya sped up her pace again. Trying as hard as possible to leave the two of them as far as he could. But still, it was strange to feel so emotional by something as clueless as this.

“Jiyya.”

Really, Jiyya almost jumped to hear the voice calling her name. When suddenly his hand was once again snared by the handsome man. Jiyya had not expected that the man would follow and chase after her like this. What does it mean that Sir Joan prefers him over the beautiful foreign woman who approached the two of them just a moment ago? But what does that mean? There aren't.

Now the tears that Jiyya endured can no longer be contained. Jiyya glanced and actually found Sir Joan holding her hand behind her. Realizing that, Jiyya felt many times more stupid.

As for Joan, she now did not know what to behave like. He watched as the always strong girl was in the worst condition before him. He sobbed and wept over a man who was not himself. If Joan was going to take an indifferent attitude, how could she be like that now? the two of them had spent a hot night though without making love. It made Joan have seen Jiyya's most vulnerable side and perhaps she never showed it to anyone else. Such a reality made Joan feel her entrails churn. She feels angry because Jiyya has to bother to let out her tears for the sake of a young man who even somehow feels for Jiyya.

“I don't want to talk about anything with you, Sir. We've been done since that night.” Jiyya managed to regain her voice. Although it sounds more like a murmur than the words with a firm tone as usual.

“Sorry about what you heard earlier. Maria is the type of woman who often speaks bluntly and maybe you think that's the most insolent part. I apologize for bringing the name Bestian also—” Sir Joan all the way here just to apologize on behalf of the woman? Does Jiyya care?

“I've told you that I don't want to talk about it,” furious Jiyya again. This time his voice came out louder than the one before. Jiyya even made sure to thicken at the word ‘not’ that she really did not want to know anything about Sir Joan and the woman who might be her lover.

Now both Jiyya and Sir Joan can only be silent. Even so Jiyya was aware that Sir Joan was watching her, just maybe because of Jiyya's words the man did not know what to answer.

Jiyya recalled one memory of being with this man, when she cried when Bestian left the campus and joined a community that was so broken in her heart. The figure of Sir Joan at that time gave him an advice and comfort, telling him that

Jiyya turned around and looked at Sir Joan after that. There were many things the girl wanted to say, but she was quite good at choosing her feelings.

“I miss him, I miss him more than I can understand. But I don't want to talk about him anymore.” The girl took a deep breath through her nose and then tried to smile even though Jiyya knew that the smile she made might look so terrible. “Please understand, Sir.”

Sir Joan looked at him, and saw the gaze the man gave her. Jiyya felt her heart gripped firmly. Is that man feeling sorry for her now?

“Then don't talk anymore.” Sir Joan replied, her voice sounded hoarse.

Jiyya's face contorted when she heard Sir Joan's reply, why does it feel like she's disappointed? There were no words of comfort from this man. He was antipathy. But isn't it better that way? Jiyya convinced herself. Ever since the two of them had spent a hot moment, Jiyya's feelings towards Sir Joan had always been very complex and complicated. Including in this situation.

Jiyya was going to go again as planned, but who would have thought that the man actually brought her face closer and half forced her. Sir Joan landed a very hot kiss on him. The man even pushed Jiyya until her back hit the wall. Jiyya did not understand this situation that passed so quickly. Their breathing was heavy, Jiyya was lulled and almost forgot the sadness that filled her heart cavity. But how surprised Jiyya was when the man turned increasingly reckless to her.

“S-sir!” once in his kiss Jiyya tried to stop the movement of the man from the savagery that could stop him at any time. But Sir Joan would not listen and instead deepened their kisses. It was as if it was a desperate attempt he made to make Jiyya feel calmer.

On the other hand Joan knew that this was the lowest effort she had made against a woman. Because Joan is usually not the type of exhibitionist lover. He had indeed heard of Leon's experience of making love in the open and almost in public places that are at risk for others to know. But Joan never really wanted to do it even though it sounded thrilling.

Joan had no idea that this day would come. He really did not think about the risk of his actions at all. In his head he just wanted to make Jiyya feel happy and calm. He will give all the things he can give to make this sweet girl forget the man who was in his heart

since long. Joan now busied herself by making a mark on the neck of the girl. It was as if he wanted to show the world that Joan was the rightful owner of Jiyya.