7 seconds behind the neck

"7 Seconds Behind the Neck" Author: [日]ナツえだまめ

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He was always staring at himself──In the elevator, Sasaki Iori was suddenly kissed on the back of the neck by the charming business transaction client? Kibune Shengichiro.Even though he tried to forget the high temperature, Kifune's palms, fingertips, and lips still gradually carved pleasant marks on Iori's body.Even though the body understands the deep happiness, it still can't see his true heart that expresses love every time we meet...

Iori couldn't believe what he said because of Kifune's incomparably familiar caressing movements, what would be his last action?Wanting to have everything in the other person, a love that makes people mad.

7 seconds behind the neck

To the nape of the neck, 7 seconds

When I got on the company's old elevator, I felt the elevator sinking slightly.

Takimoto & Co. has been a public company for a long time.It stands to reason that you can move to a more convenient and novel building. The reason why you insist on keeping the head office in this building when the company was founded can only be said to be the nostalgic interest of the chairman of the shareholders' meeting.

This slow elevator always causes traffic jams on the ground floor when going to work in the morning. Some of them even climbed the stairs to the seventh-floor office because they couldn't wait any longer.

But having said that, it was already past eleven o'clock, and I was the only one who would take the elevator at such a time.

Originally thought so.

"Wait!"

With a smooth English pronunciation, several slender fingers stuck into the crack of the elevator door, and a figure slipped in through the crack of the door.The man in a close-fitting suit immediately smiled when he saw Sasaki Iori.

"Mr. Sasaki, have you just returned from a business trip?"

It's long past normal working hours.

"No, I'm going to deal with some personal matters today."

His name is Kibune Shoichiro, and he is an employee of the translation company "Oshima Translation Agency" that signed a contract with Takimoto Bussan.

I remember that I was 29 years old, two years younger than myself.I heard that my father is Japanese and my mother is American.I have worked with him in the past, and his interpreting ability is worthy of recognition. The speed of submitting meeting materials is very fast, and his figure is very soft. Other departments also have excellent evaluations of him.

But Iori always felt that it was difficult for him to get along with this man, because he really couldn't see what he was thinking.It may be because of the mixed foreign blood, he has a feeling of lack of pigment on the whole.Whether it is the color of the eyes or the color of the slightly longer hair, they are completely different from the black-haired and black-eyed self.

Occasionally, he will smile at himself when he meets his eyes, and sometimes he will suddenly say a sentence or two in English.Because English is his mother tongue, that's why he blurted it out... Although he understood it in his mind, he was still an elusive man.

"Did Kibune-san go to the seventh floor too?"

"Yes."

The elevator starts to move.There are floor numbers on the semicircular turntable adorned on the door, and the pointer is moving slowly to inform the current floor.

In January, my wife left home suddenly.She wanted a divorce, but Yizhi didn't agree, and the two had no intersection.Today is the second divorce mediation meeting, but in the end it ended with each saying its own words.

- so tired.

The head was heavy, and the depths of the eyes ached.

Since I cut my hair for the mediation meeting, the back of my neck is a bit chilly.I knew I should wear a scarf.In addition, it may be because I think too much, and I always feel that Guichuan seems to be staring at me all the time.

There was a slight shock, and Iori opened his eyes.The seventh floor has reached the target floor.Iori pressed the "Open" button to help Kifune keep the elevator door open.

But he didn't move, and he didn't seem to intend to get out of the elevator at all.

"Mr. Guichuan?"

He should have said just now that the seventh floor is fine.

"What's wrong?"

Just as he was about to turn around, Iori took a deep breath.

He ran his fingers over the back of his neck.Under the vague touch, Guizhou's fingers slid across the surface of the skin.

"Ah...uh!"

This tactile feeling was so sexy that I felt as if I had never known it before, and Iori let out an unimaginably high-pitched cry.

Guichuan slightly bent down.

The scent of cologne on his body wafted over in an instant.

"Varied……"

Kissed by him?Iori was so surprised that his whole body stiffened.The place where he kissed was the back of his neck.

On the place where the residual warmth of the fingertips was still there just now, the warm and moist lips were pressed, and the tip of the tongue was pushed forward slightly.

"……Well!"

His whole body trembled involuntarily, and his feet seemed to be about to lose strength.

Lips leave.

After recovering, Iori realized that Kibune was standing directly in front of him.He was a little taller than himself, and his light-colored eyes were fixed on here.

"Thank you."

"what……?"

What is this thank you for?Iori was a little confused.

"Because you helped open the door."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the elevator with light footsteps almost like whistling, as if nothing had just happened.

"What's the situation...?"

Iori stroked the back of his neck.

Touch where he just kissed.

About a year ago, I worked with Guichuan.

At that time, in order to publish a German-made toy called "Vic", the event required conference translation and flyer translation. Oshima Translation Agency promised that "it is definitely a man" and the employee sent here was Guichuan. There was a great commotion.

Even Iori, who doesn't understand the beauty and ugliness of men, thinks that Kifune is obviously a handsome man beyond ordinary standards.In addition, just as Tokyo looks like a foreign country under the lens of a foreign director, even the breath of his clothes is different from his own.

He himself seems to be very used to this kind of sight, with a slight smile on his face all the time, pushing the development of the meeting lightly.

The overseas business department, which he frequently visits now, and the marketing planning department to which Iori belongs are located on the same floor.Therefore, the number of times I have seen him recently is unexpectedly frequent, but after the last cooperation, I hardly talked to him again.

Ah, so... Iori began to think back.

"Director Sasaki, there really is no prince in this world~~"

Shimizu, who was in the same group as himself, once complained like this at a reception.

It was a cool reception held before the Ghost Festival.The location was an open-air seat on the roof of the building next door, and she was holding a large beer mug that she didn't know what number it was.

"His Royal Highness Prince?"

"It's Kibune-san. It's really perfect in terms of appearance, but after all, there are no people with good looks and good personality in the world."

Shimizu's eyes were a little distracted, and then the level of chatter became five times as usual.

"I think he's a very hard worker."

"That's good, but not private life. I really didn't expect him to be such an exaggerated playboy."

"playboy?"

"That's what I was told by someone from Oshima Translation Agency. I heard that he would get tired of dating someone after two months and then break up. It's only been two months? But I think he will find another partner soon. .”

"That's really amazing."

Iori expressed his admiration frankly.If I change partners at this speed, I feel like I will get the other person's name wrong.

"I heard that when Mr. Kifune trims his nails beautifully, that's when he got a girlfriend."

"Nails? Why?"

After asking the meaning of this sentence, she was already drunk and slapped Iori's back hard.

"It's disgusting, the director is lustful! You are already married, you should understand~~!"

I still remember that it was really painful.

Why would a man who is not worried about a partner and is very popular with women do this?

The back of my neck began to ache hot.

Iori turned his gaze away from the document, looked up and found that Takafune was watching from the position of the overseas business department.He turned his gaze back to the table again.

Put your hands on your neck.

I always feel that only the skin on that side has become different, as if there are organs that perceive his existence.

——What happened to the one in the elevator?

Is he interested in kissing the nape of a man's neck?Or does he like men?No, it shouldn't be possible for a man who changes girlfriends every two months.So what exactly does that mean?

My head hurts just thinking about it, it's also Guichuan's fault.Iori was thinking angrily while flipping through the documents.

The words suddenly blurred.

"...?"

Iori touched his cheek—it was very hot.That being said, my throat has been hurting since about three days ago.

"Director, your face is so red."

Shimizu who came here to ask for a judgment said so.

"It must be a cold, right?"

"It's nothing serious. I joined the company very late today, so I have to get rid of my work quickly."

Shimizu held up a finger.

"Isn't the person who told me before, 'When you feel unwell, you should see a doctor quickly, rest early and recover early is also part of your job', isn't it the director?"

"..."

Because she was right, she couldn't refute it at all.

"Okay, then I'll go back first. Please tell the section chief for me."

Iori gave up struggling and reached for the coat.

"If you have any problems, just call me."

"Okay. Please go see a doctor."

Shimizu reminded again.

"what……"

He is watching.

Guichuan is looking at himself.

But Iori didn't look back at all, and left the building directly.

In the evening, the temperature really starts to soar.

"38 degrees nine..."

Today I have a heavy headache that accompanied me all day