#ppymiacomco

Kyle's jaw and shoulders tensed even more as he read the document over and over and over again. His fingers drummed against the desk, the soft dull sound almost driving him mad. The ink container rested close to his hand, his fingers pushing against it a little, as if even that was causing him some kind of claustrophobia.

Joe sheathed her sword again, her head tilting to the side a little, her eyes narrowing just a touch as she studied him—not the emperor, not the symbol of the empire's future, but Kyle. Her Kyle. Her little angel, her canary, the person she loved most in the whole world.

She rose from the chair silently, her steps barely making a sound against the polished floor.

Kyle didn't notice her. It was a miracle that he noticed anything besides the document in front of his nose, his eyebrows were furrowed, as if his gaze was daring those words to make a bit of sense.

Joe crossed the room at a slow pace, her hands crossed behind her back, a familiar spark of mischief already beginning to form in her eyes.

Yes, she decided. He's been looking at that document for too long and it still kept winning. Honestly, someone had to do something about it.

She stopped right behind him, a wicked smile curling her lips as she leaned over Kyle's shoulder, just a little, to see what was written on that paper. She squinted, focusing until the words made sense.

"Your Majesty Kyle:

I hope this letter finds you in good health. The reason for this letter is to inform you that the West Wing is in urgent need of repair.

It seems that, somehow, there is a leak in the ceiling during rainy days that is damaging not only the fine wood furniture, but also--"

Joe raised an eyebrow. Seriously? That's what's got Kyle so worried? Goddess Turga… this man really needed a break.

Kyle sighed again, though now it sounded more like a grunt as he leaned his elbows back on the desk and rested his head in his hands.

"A lot of work?" she asked suddenly, but Kyle didn't flinch. He simply answered with a soft grunt. "It's late... have you eaten yet?" Another grunt that sounded like a negative. "And you're not hungry?"

Kyle didn't answer that question. He picked up the document again and held it so close to his face that Joe almost laughed.

Well, it was official. This required her intervention, and no one was better qualified to distract Kyle than herself, of course. That silly document could wait, but her little canary wasn't going to suffer a headache during her surveillance just for no reason.

Joe moved a little closer to Kyle from behind just as Kyle shifted in his chair, rolling his shoulders once, and letting out a long and tired sigh.

She watched him for just a second longer and darted her hands forward, just enough so her fingers could slip under Kyle's arms and wiggle to tickle him gently, just a flutter.

"Hey—!"

Kyle squealed, jolting violently and pressing his arms to his sides, but Joe managed to pull her hands out before they got trapped underneath. He twisted in his chair, shooting her a glare over his shoulder, the fair skin of his cheeks slightly rosy.

Joe had already stepped away, her hands clasped behind her, face perfectly innocent. Too innocent.

Kyle frowned. "… What was that?" He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but then turned back to his desk with a huff. "I'm working. Stop playing around."

Stop playing around? Oh, that was just simply impossible for Joe.

He dipped the quill into the ink again, he didn't need to, but he still did. He tried to refocus his attention back onto the document. He read the first line. The second, and half way through the third one, another sudden flutter of fingers brushed the side of his neck.

Kyle sucked in a sharp breath and a startled, high-pitched laugh burst out of him before he could stop it, his shoulders jerking up towards his ears. "J-Johohoe!"

She was gone again when he twisted around, pacing casually towards the window as if she was just checking the room around. "Hmm?" She hummed, looking up at him with a curious glance, as if she did not know what was happening.

Kyle stared at her, not believing her nonchalant acting. "Do not start," he warned, but an emperor with flushed cheeks and trembled lips could barely be taken seriously.

Joe glanced at him, tilting her head to the side like a curious fox. "Start what?" she asked, her voice soft.

"This," he said, gesturing vaguely at his own sides. "Whatever this silly game you're playing is. I. Am. Busy."

She raised her brows, clearly amused, but pretending to be offended. "Silly game? You sure you're not just… too jumpy today, Your Majesty~?"

He huffed again, brushing his hair back in exasperation. "Behave."

"I always behave, Your Majesty," she declared with a grin.

Kyle sighed, shaking his head and turning back to the desk again, trying very, very hard to ignore the way his skin still felt too aware of her proximity. His nerves buzzed where she had touched him. He leaned forward, rolling his shoulders one more time as he exhaled.

Focus, he reminded himself.

And he did… for a whole twelve seconds.

Joe had moved behind him again and her fingers had darted out, this time she squeezed at his ribs quickly, and was gone before he could even process it.

Kyle burst into laughter, a breathless sound, his chair scraping slightly as he jerked to the side. "Joe! I'm seherious! Stop right now!"

She did not. Where was the fun in that? Instead, she circled him like a bored cat cornering a poor, trembling mouse—or in her case—a cute canary. She delivered brief, infuriating attacks: a wiggle of fingers under his arms, a poke at his side, a flutter of fingers at the back of his neck, a squeeze at his hips. Each one lasted no more than a heartbeat, just long enough to break his concentration completely.

Kyle, oh poor Kyle, he tried to keep working through it. He really did, but every time he started to settle, every time his laughter had died down or a squeal had vanished in the room, she struck again with unpredictable motions.

"Joe!" He gasped, arching his back when Joe traced a single finger down his spine. "I mean to—ahaha!" He laughed, words breaking apart as another touch landed under his arms. "I h-hahave to— I'm trying t-to—"

"Trying to what?" she asked, grinning mischievously as she delivered a quick poke to his side.

Kyle jolted with a giggle, his body jerking away from the playful touch. "Rehehead!"

"Oh? Read?" She leaned over his shoulder, peering down on the document with a smirk. "It's the same one you've been reading forever."

Kyle tensed. "That's- That's not—ah!" He let out another laugh as her fingers wiggled against his ribs again. "Thihis is u-unfahair!"

Joe smirked even more. "Oh? Is it now?"

Kyle's shoulders were drawn up tightly, his arms wrapping his torso. The anticipation was almost worse than the actual tickling. Every time he heard her taking a step, or breathing too close, his body would freeze, expecting another tickle.

"Joe," he warned weakly, although it sounded more like a plea, laughter still clinging to his voice. "I am serious."

She hummed thoughtfully, but didn't say anything. Kyle tensed, closing his eyes tightly, expecting another surprise attack, but as seconds ticked by and nothing happened, he exhaled, relaxing just a friction.

"See? That's better. Now, let me finish this and then—"

Joe lunged in again, this time with more intent, both her hands attacking his sides at once with quick squeezes that moved from his hips up to his armpits.

Kyle yelped and doubled over, laughter spilling out of him uncontrollably as his quill slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the desk. "Johohoe! Stahahap!"

She quickly retreated again, laughing too, clearly pleased. "Eh~? Were you really expecting me to stop? Not a chance, Kyle~"

Kyle pressed his arms to his sides, chest heaving as he tried, and failed, to pull himself together. "You… You are impossible!"

"Hmm~ Maybe I am~," she agreed cheerfully.

Kyle sighed, shaking his head as he reached for the quill again, fingers shaking just a little. "I swear, if you do that again, I will have to—AH!"

A light poke to his neck made him squeak. "Thaha- That's it!" He giggled helplessly, shoulders shaking as he tried to glare back at her. "I'm- I'm— You! You'll have to wait for me outside and—AHAHA!" He doubled over again, his forehead almost touching the desk as Joe tickled his hips.

He squirmed in his chair, arms flailing as he twisted and laughed, still half turned towards Joe with breathless protests, until his elbow touched the side of the ink container and knocked it off. The impact was small, of course. A simply hollow sound against the desk. Barely anything, really, but the damage was big.

Time seemed to stop just enough for Kyle to register what had happened. To feel the faint brush of glass against his sleeve and see the ink spilling all over his documents.

Oh no.

It flowed across the desk in a sudden, unstoppable wave, soaking straight into the parchment he'd been hovering over for the last hour. Elegant lettering disappearing under the stains. A few thick drops splashed onto his hand, his cuff, the edge of his sleeve.

Kyle froze, the laughter dying in his throat as abruptly as it had started. For one heartbeat, the room was utterly silent.

He stared down at the desk, eyes wide, mind blank as he took in the damage, before he came to his senses and lifted the container to prevent more ink from spilling out, but when he grabbed it, he felt it was almost empty.

He gritted his teeth and his fingers curled slowly against the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white.

Joe leaned in, peering over his shoulder. "Oh…," she said, letting out a soft whistle.

Kyle did not move. Did not breathe.

Joe tilted her head, studying the messed up document with casual curiosity, as if this were a mildly interesting mess rather than the result of her last five minutes of mischief.

Then, without thinking, without even a hint or remorse or apology in her voice, she added, "well… at least it wasn't an important one."

The words sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Kyle's head lifted slowly, very slowly, and looked at her. Joe blinked, looking almost confused as to what was happening.

Something in his expression finally made her notice, though. Too calm, too still… the laughter gone so completely it was unsettling. The air around him felt different now, his jaw tense.

"… Joe," he said quietly.

Uh-oh. She recognized that face, she recognized that voice. She recognized this… oppressing aura. Joe gulped.

She straightened at once. "I mean…" she waved a hand vaguely. "Important important. Like… Like world-ending important, you know? You know what I mean? I- I know you do… Kyle?"

Kyle stood slowly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor, the sound sharp in the silence, making Joe cringe slightly. Ink dripped from his sleeve onto the carpet, dark spots appearing at his feet.

Joe took an instinctive step back, hands up in some kind of useless shield.

"Wait, wait!" She said quickly. "M-Maybe I didn't use the right words. It came out wrong! U-Uh… y-you- you know how I am, right, Kyle?"

Kyle didn't respond. He looked at the mess of a desk, picking up the ruined document, staring at it for a few seconds, and then setting it down with deliberate care. His shoulders were rigid.

Joe swallowed. "I- I think it's better if I just… go… for now…" she decided and turned on her heels, bolting for the door.

Kyle reacted instantly. "Joe," he said, his voice a low grumble, but Joe could hear him clearly. She didn't stop. Joe opened the wooden door and made it about a foot outside the doorway before strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the ground.

"Kyle," she squeaked as the floor vanished beneath her feet, her momentum cut off completely. Kyle scooped her up without effort, throwing her unceremoniously over his shoulder like she weighed nothing at all. Like she was a simple sack of potatoes.

"I said—ack! I said I was sorry!" Joe protested, already laughing despite herself as she squirmed, knowing her laughter would only fuel Kyle even more.

Kyle turned back toward the office, terrifyingly calm. He closed the door behind them and even locked it before both his hands moved to Joe's waist and started squeezing the spot.

Joe squeaked again, bright giggles spurting out of her mouth as she squirmed on his shoulder. "I'm- I'm sohohorry! I'm sorry!"

"Oh," Kyle said, carrying her towards the desk with steady steps as he keeps tickling her, "you will be."

His fingers worked into her ribs with ruthless precision, quick and relentless, even as he continued walking. Joe's legs kicked uselessly, boots swinging a few inches above the floor as she wriggled and laughed herself breathless.

"That—ahahaha! That- That wahahas an a-ahahaccident!" she gasped. "I swehehear!"

"Mhmm," Kyle replied calmly.

His tone was even, not matching his actions at all. He adjusted his grip slightly, just enough to keep her from slipping off his shoulder, and dug in again.

Joe laughed louder, fists uselessly banging against Kyle's back as she squirmed. "Plehehease! I sahahaid- I said I w-was- I ahaham sohohorry!"

Kyle hummed. "You also said it wasn't important."

Joe whined mid-laugh. "Okay! Okahahay! I take it back! I dihihidn't mean it lihihike thahat!" Kyle's fingers slid briefly under her arm and she howled. "NAHAHA!" She kicked again, nearly hitting his crotch. "Kyle, plehehease! Your Mahahajesty!"

Kyle suddenly stopped walking, he stilled his tickling hands too. For half a second, Joe dared to hope Kyle was going to show her mercy, but then he tickled her again. Joe shrieked with laughter, the sound bouncing off the walls as Kyle wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her secure over his shoulder, and the other tickled her side and ribs mercilessly.

"Thihihs is nohohot fahahair!" She accused between giggles and laughs.

Kyle's mouth twitched. "Is it not?"

He finally lowered her back on the floor once they were fully inside the office. Joe's boots touched down unsteadily, knees wobbling as she tried to regain her balance. Still laughing, she stumbled backwards, bumping into the edge of the desk with a soft thud. Before she could straighten, Kyle stepped in, hands already reaching for her again.

Joe squealed. "Kyle, wait! Kyle, please, please lihihisten! Listen!" She tried, but Kyle didn't wait nor listen.

He cornered her just enough that retreat was impossible, and his fingers dug into her sides again with renewed determination. Joe collapsed back against the desk, laughter exploding out of her as her hands flew up, pushing Kyle's shoulders as if that could save her from her fate.

"PLEHEHEASE!" she cackled, feeling the fresh ink all over the desk dampening her clothes as she squirmed, looking like nothing less than a rag trying to clean up the mess she herself had caused, even if that wasn't her initial intention. "I wahahas johohoking!"

Kyle leaned in slightly, pressing her even more against the desk, his voice was low and unmistakably amused now. "Your jokes are poor and annoying," he chuckled, his thumbs rubbing maddening circles right beneath Joe's ribs.

Joe shook her head, arching her back as she laughed herself breathless. "I- I tahahake- take bahahack my apolohohogy!"

That was a huge mistake Joe immediately regretted. She really didn't know when to shut that big mouth of hers, did she?

"O-Oh… Oh noho… wahahit!" she wheezed as his hands went everywhere: her ribs, her sides, a brief, devastating wiggle under her arms—it all made her lose what little composure she had left.

She shrieked with laughter, tossing her head back in nearly hysteria as a deep blush spread across her cheeks. "KYLE! KYHAHALE, PLEHEHEASE!" she begged as her hands tried to capture his and she failed to squirm away. "I'M SOHOHORRY! I a-ahaham sohohorry agahahain!"

She laughed so hard she could barely recognize her own voice, especially when Kyle decided to really go for her armpits. His fingers dug right against the creases, wiggling so fast and so ticklishly that Joe thought she was going to pass out.

She wondered if that would have been better than laughing her head off with her clothes ruined with ink, and an revengeful emperor all over her.

"KYHAHALE!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. "Tohoo muhuhuch! It's too muhuhuch—AHAHA! Plehehease, not thehere!"

Kyle chuckled, a bit breathless himself too. "Is it?" he purred with a smirk. "Not here? Oh, but I think this is just the perfect spot, Joe."

His irritation still stung beneath his skin, vividly recalling how the ink had bled across his entire document. One second of carelessness and an official document had been reduced to trash.

As he tickled her, his eyes caught a glimpse of the stain on his sleeve, he remembered Joe was laying on top of the document, practically wiping the desk with her back, and he felt like growling. But, all things considered, if he truly tried to ignore the situation from a few minutes ago, Joe's laughter echoing off the walls was a welcome respite for his body and heart.

She could barely move, her arms uselessly trying to push her up, but failing miserably as she tried to crush Kyle's hands under her arms to stop his fingers from wiggling, of course everything she did was useless. His fingers were ruthless and so very annoyingly ticklish.

"I'm—AHAHA! I'm c-cahahalling thihihis a-ahahaha! Abuse of p-pohohower!" she managed to gasp out. "NO MOHOHORE!"

Kyle snorted despite himself. "Ah, now you recognize my authority?" he asked with a smirk and an arched eyebrow. "I remember you clearly not obeying me earlier. I'm sure you remember too, that's the reason why we are in this situation after all."

Joe shook her head, dissolving into laughter before she could speak up again, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "Ihihihi- I n-nehehever said I r-rehehecognize yohohour—AHAHAHA! NO! I DOHOHO! I DOHOHO!"

She screamed with laughter as his hands quickly shifted, moving to the back of her ribs to dig his fingers in. "PLEAHAHASE! Thihihis is n-not fahahair!"

Kyle could feel the knot in his chest loosing the more he listened to her laughter. The pressure easing, even if it was just a fraction. The stress slowly dissolving as his fingers made Joe laugh her pretty head off.

"You ruined my document," he reminded her, although his tone has softened.

"I s-sahahaid I wahahas s-sohohorry!" she protested weakly, barely able to form coherent words.

"And then you took it back," he added, hands moving to her stomach, causing her to shriek, "you took it back and said you weren't sorry anymore."

"I LIHIHIED!" she laughed. "Nohot my tuhuhummy!" She clutched at his sleeves, she knew it'd be impossible to stop him right now, but she needed to anchor herself as the tickling overwhelmed her. "KYAHAHALY!" she gasped, her cheeks and sides aching. "I c-cahahan't! AHAHAHA! I c-cahahan't a-anymohohore!"

Kyle stopped as fast as he had started. The sound of her laughter had changed. It was softer now, breathless and weak, nearly turning completely silent as her strength finally gave up and she was overcame by the tickles.

He pulled his hands away from her body slowly, pressing his palms against the desk on each side of Joe's head, caging her as he observed her. Joe went limp, chest rising and falling rapidly, her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were flushed red.

"Okahahay," she giggled breathlessly, smiling up at him with half-lidded eyes. "I am truhuhuly s-sohorry."

Kyle chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to her slightly damp forehead before he stepped back, giving her space to sit up, his hands went to her waist to steady her.

"You're impossible," he said, but he was smiling warmly at her again. "And you always make big messes."

Joe glanced up at him, eyes bright and unapologetic despite saying she was sorry. "And yet… you keep me around, hmm?"

Kyle rolled his eyes fondly, a soft smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "I might rethink that decision."

Joe giggled as she slid off the desk, her feet finding the floor with a small wobble. Kyle reacted without thinking, reaching out to hug her waist and press her against him. She leaned into him immediately.

"You okay?" she asked suddenly, and he blinked in confusion, but then he understood and smiled with a little nod.

"Yeah… I feel better now." He glanced past her at the desk and the mess left behind. Somehow, it didn't feel as catastrophic anymore.

Joe followed his gaze. "I'll get you a copy of that one," she smirked, looking up at him. "And… I could potentially promise not to cause a mess anymore.

Kyle chuckled, shaking his head. "Potentially…"

Joe's eyes softened and she hugged his waist tightly. "Let's change, Kyle… and ask someone to clean this mess," she said with a soft, mischievous giggle, and this time, he joined her.

"Yeah, let's go."

Kyle's face turned even redder. His eyes went wide, Joe almost worried they would pop out of his sockets. He looked away, trying to compose himself, but Joe hadn't finished, she had actually just started. She gently poked his red cheeks, making Kyle growl. 

“What is the matter, Your Majesty?” She purred. “I cannot know what you want and need if you don't use your words. Please tell me, are you aware of how babies are made?” 

Joe could see the irritation growing in Kyle's expression, but she wasn't one to gauge danger. Many would say her survival instinct was flawed, but she thought that as long as it was Kyle, the word 'enough' didn't exist. 

Even if it might get her into trouble.

Chuckling to herself, Joe pinched Kyle's blushing cheeks and continued to tease him. “Cat got your tongue, Kyle? Tell me more about that wild imagination of yours,” she said, grinning. “Did you see each other getting married as well? What about growing old together?” 

She didn't really know when to stop until it was too late. Kyle reached out to catch her hand, trying to stop her teasing. But Joe was too quick and she turned with a laugh, dodging his grasp. She tried to run towards the huge wooden doors and escape anything Kyle could do to her, but the emperor stood from his chair and his hand easily closed around her side instead, giving it a squeeze while trying to stop her, and Joe let out a high-pitched squeal.

Both of them froze: Joe taking a step toward the exit and Kyle with his hand clinging to Joe's side. She turned around slowly, her lips trembling as she tried to come up with a poor excuse, something that would distract Kyle long enough to actually make her escape, but when she saw Kyle's expression morphing from surprise to a sly look, she knew she was doomed. 

“Kyle, I- ahahaha! N-No, wait- wahahait! Ahahaha!” He began tickling her, seeking revenge for her endless teasing. 

Joe laughed and squirmed, trying to push the emperor's hand off her side, but he was holding onto her firmly, his other hand latching to her other side, making her shriek and dissolve into louder laughter. 

“Kyle, wahahait!” she laughed, desperately pushing at Kyle's hands, but it was all useless– he was too strong and very determined to punish her and Joe was simply weakened by the sudden tickle attack. 

From all things possible, he had to choose tickling! She didn't know if she should feel grateful for it or not, but while Kyle wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her close to her body as his free hand tickled up and down her side, spidering and squeezing, she knew she was going to suffer a long tickle torture under the emperor's hands. 

“Ohoho, Kyle!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing, because of the laughter or the proximity, she wasn't sure. “Why ahahare- are you huhugging me lihihike this?” she teased between laughter. “C-Could it be thahahat you want to start mahahaking kihihids- AHAHAHA! Hohold on!” she let out a burst of laughter that echoed in the whole meeting room as Kyle's fingers found her ribs, digging into the soft nerves and muscles between them, making Joe shriek and squirm. 

“Even while laughing your head off,” Kyle talked too close to her ear, making her shiver and giggle, “you still are a teasing little girl, huh?” 

Joe giggled brightly, jerking and squirming with her back pressed flush against Kyle's firm chest as much as his arm around her waist allowed, which wasn't much. She tried to run, push his hands away, catch them, simply escape, but Kyle easily lifted her a little off the ground, making her squeal. 

“Y-Yohohou’re so strohohong, Kyle~ AHAHAHA! Plehehase, stohohop tickling me theehehe-! Thehere!” she laughed, her legs kicking out as Kyle's fingers found her hip and dug gently into it, squeezing and pinching the little bone as if his life depended on it. “Kyle! Yohohour Mahahajesty! Why are you dohihing this? Weren't you the ohohone having weird thohohoughts- AHAHAHA! Plehehease!” 

“Stop teasing me!” Kyle whined pitifully, his cheeks flushed bright red and Joe groaned internally, hating the fact she couldn't she the color tinting his fair cheeks for the tickling barely allowed her to function like a proper human being. “I just- just… it's your fault for not speaking properly!” 

“I wahahas talking ahahabout my grahahandpa! Y-You and Ihihi aren't even m-mahahahaha-” She was unable to form any more words when Kyle's fingers reached her stomach, clawing around her belly button. “Stahahap! Plehehease!”

“Say you're sorry and I'll stop,” Kyle commanded, or at least he tried, his voice didn't sound as confident.

Joe didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. She'd reveled in Kyle's embarrassment, and she knew she'd never apologize, mainly because she loved seeing him blush with humiliation. No matter how much he tickled her, she wouldn't apologize.

She shook his head, refusing to give him the satisfaction as she squirmed and laughed while her stomach was mercilessly tickled. Her cheeks were bright red and they were starting to hurt as the tickling continued. 

Her laughter was already starting to sound a little odd to her own ears, a strange combination of loud giggles, squeals, and perhaps a little snort here and there that actually made her feel a bit too embarrassed.

“Why wohohould I behehe sorry? You wehehere the ohohone- no, wahahait!” 

The strong arms embracing her suddenly transformed into a trap, crossing over her chest and allowing Kyle's fingers to dig deep into her armpits, triggering a fit of almost hysterical laughter from Joe, whose legs flailed wildly and accidentally struck Kyle's shin, causing him to grunt in discomfort and lose his footing.

Joe felt Kyle's arm wrap tightly around her waist as he absorbed the impact, dropping to his knees and gently lowering her to the ground. Still reeling from the tickling, her mind foggy and her senses dulled, she was caught off guard when Kyle settled onto her hips, still tickling her sides and armpits. 

Joe cackled, trying to push Kyle off her with one arm, the other trying to prop herself up, but Kyle’s hands suddenly closed around both her wrists and lifted them high above her head, gently pushing her back against the floor. 

She widened her eyes, her lips trembling into a silly, uncontrollable smile as she gazed up at Kyle's adorably flustered expression, his face scrunched up in a pout that made her heart skip a beat.

Joe giggled, her eyes warmly staring at Kyle, “oh, Kyle, Kyle, Kyle~ my beloved emperor, would you mind explaining what this position is now?” she asked as if she wasn't having difficulty catching her breath. “You really want to make those babies? Right now? Right here? You're so inappropriate. Can’t you wait until- AHAHAHA! Nohohohot thehere, plehehease!” she started to beg as Kyle used his free hand to tickle every single spot he could find. 

Joe shrieked with laughter when those wiggly fingers found her very unprotected underarms, digging into that sensitive nerve that nearly made her see her stars. 

Her laughter turned rather hysterical when Kyle clawed at the back of her ribs, going straight for that ridiculous sensitive spot on the lower set of ribs that had her arching her back off the floor. Every touch there sent an electrifying sensation through her whole spine as if Kyle was playing with a major never over there. 

Her waist was not safe either. His hand sneaked under her clothes and his hand latched to the curve of her waist, spidering and poking repeatedly at hee soft, warm and sensitive skin, making her shriek and squeal like a little girl. 

“Ahahaha! Hehehey- h-hey! Hahands out! I'm not reheheady~ AHAHAHA!” 

Joe heard a soft grow over her laughter, but she couldn't do anything else besides squirming like a fish out of water as Kyle's hand spidered across her tummy to the other side of her waist. She jerked away, but either way, she couldn't move much with Kyle straddling her hips and pinning her arms. 

She was at his mercy and she was in ticklish hell, almost going insane, and yet, she refused to apologize. She refused to even acknowledge that she was just teasing Kyle and instead, insisted on riling up the emperor even more, causing his tickles to be more relentless and fast.

She tried to babble out another tease, but even Kyle had trouble understanding what she was saying between all that hysterical laughter, not that he even tried to listen to her. Joe screamed with laughter as the tickles continued, making her think she was going to be tickled forever. Her face was just as red as Kyle's, her cheeks wet with tears and her body growing weak as she kicked and pulled at her trapped arms. 

“Kyle! K-Kyle, y-you're gohohing to be a widohohower before we even get maahaharried! Spahahare your future wife- GAHAHA!” She cackled as he clawed at her tummy under her shirt.

“D-Dohohon't treheahat your children's hohohouse lihihike thihihis!” she tried to nag between bouts of laughter. “Leheheave my tuhuhummy alohohone! Plehehease!” 

That actually made Kyle laugh and his hand faltered a little as he ducked his head down to hide his smile. 

“I m-mahahade you lahahaugh!” she yelled, “now s-stoho- AHAHAHA! Wait! WAHAHAIT!” 

She shook her head in desperation as his thumb dug and rubbed circles back against her hip bone, pinching her skin gently, but firmly. The hysterics from before were nothing compared to the ones when he attacked her hip. She was as sensitive in that spot just as Kyle was, but, if she had to be honest, much to her embarrassment, she was way more ticklish than he was– and he was plenty ticklish. 

Since when did he know where all her ticklish spots were? According to Joe, she was always the one tickling Kyle until the emperor could barely breathe. She didn't remember Kyle ever being so ruthless with her, he barely dared to give her a small poke on the side and he was already dying of embarrassment. 

But he seemed to know exactly where and how to tickle her to make her laugh until her stomach muscles ached and tears fell down her cheeks. Even in places she didn't even know were so sensitive. 

One would say that was definitely torture for Joe, but if that was the case… she wouldn't be trying to keep teasing Kyle even if she couldn't form any coherent words. 

Kyle let out a huff, shaking his head with a soft smile. “You would rather die laughing than simply stop teasing me, huh?” 

Joe tried to answer, but she was nearly losing her mind as Kyle's fingers kept playing with her hip, so she simply nodded slightly, silent laughter making her body tremble. Kyle sighed, shaking his head again as he stopped for a moment. 

Joe went limp against the floor, giggling as she tried to calm down. She was gasping for air, a light sheen of sweat covering her forehead and an embarrassing little string of drool falling from the corner of her mouth. To add to her embarrassment, Kyle gently wiped it away with his thumb. 

“Are you alright?” He asked with a soft expression in his eyes, his smile as gentle as it could be. “Did I hurt you?” 

Even when he was trying to be evil, Kyle cared for Joe until the very end and her heart skipped a beat ah the fact. She looked up at him, a little blurry from the tears wetting her eyelashes, and smiled brightly, giggling lightly at the phantom tickles on her hip– and all over her body, really.

“Oh, Kyle~” she said tenderly. “All of this because you wouldn't admit you were thinking about our kids in you- AHAHAHAHA! Plehehease, anyahaha- anywhere b-buhut thehehere!” she begged as Kyle's finger resumed that maddening ticking against her hip bone. 

His thumb dug with the eight amount of pleasure right against the hollow of her hip, hooking slightly to rub at the bone, making her shriek with hysterical cackles that probably everyone in the palace could hear. She didn't even have the energy to try to fight anymore, she simply took the tickling, jolting and shrieking when he moved from one hip to the other, having her guessing when the next change was going to be. 

Kyle chuckled, “ah,” he made a short pause, almost as if he was making sure Joe was listening to him, and even though she was losing her sanity, she was, of course, listening attentively to his every word. “I clearly remember someone tickling me right here the other day,” he said in a low, teasing voice and Joe's heart fluttered. He sounded so evilly cute! 

Kyle! Let me see your face! She begged internally for she really couldn't even talk as he tickled her mercilessly

“She was so mercilessly, but I remember she was actually using both hands…” Joe let out the loudest shriek of laughter yet as her hands were suddenly freed and both band hips were under attack but both Kyle's hands: pinching, digging, squeezing, vibrating and just every little technique Joe so happily used on him many times before, never imagining the tables would turn on her. 

“That must be really ticklish, huh?” He said, chuckling and Joe wasn't even sure she was laughing anymore– the sound coming from his mouth was horrendous to her ears. Kyle chuckled again. “You look adorable.” 

The tickling suddenly stopped and Joe collapsed to the ground once more, still laughing and trying to calm her breathing. When she was finally able to open her eyes, after wiping her tears with the sleeves of her shirt, she could see that Kyle's eyes were shining with a mixture of amusement and tenderness. He leaned forward, his face just inches away from hers, and whispered, "I love you, Joe." 

He dashed out of the office and the building, quickly spotting Mocha near the entrance. A warm, loving smile spread across his lips as he approached her with silent steps, almost tiptoeing, her back facing him. Grinning mischievously to himself, he stopped just a couple of steps away from her and leaned close.

“Did I make you wait long, beautiful?” He whispered against her ear, making it twitch, and he laughed loudly as Mocha jumped nearly out of the stratosphere. Mocha's tail hairs stood on end as she quickly turned around and hit him in the chest. “Ouch?” Harumasa said with a smirk.

“You scared me!” She said with a pout that Harumasa couldn't resist pinching tenderly, making her whine. “Is this how you say hello?” 

He grinned, leaning down to steal a tender kiss to her lips. “Hello, beautiful. You look stunning today, what's new~” he purred and seeing her adorable pout morph into a shy smile, he knew he had won her over again, his heart fluttered. 

He laced his fingers through hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and guiding her into the building and into the empty office. Mocha had been there a couple of times before, but she always seemed adorably surprised by it all. 

“That truly looks boring,” she said as she checked a few forms piled up over Harumasa’s desk. “Now I understand why you always procrastinate.” 

He chuckled softly, sitting back in his chair and reaching out to grasp her wrists, gently pulling her onto his lap. Mocha's soft giggles filled the air as she wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, her tail wrapping around his waist. Harumasa gazed at her adoringly as she took in every nook and cranny of the empty office.

“It's quite scary with just the two of us here,” she said in almost a whisper and Harumasa chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle his face against her neck. 

“It's not as loud and fast paced as your cafe, is it?” She shook her head, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she felt a tender kiss being pressed to the side of her neck. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. Harumasa smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“N-Now now…," she giggled, her voice trembling as his hand caressed up her thigh, slipping under her skirt to tease the soft skin. "Masa~ we're in your office," she reminded him, her voice laced with laughter as his fingers lightly tickled her thigh.

Harumasa mumbled against her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Hmm, doesn't matter," he whispered, pressing his body flush against hers. "They're all having lunch somewhere."

A soft little mewl escaped her lips as another kiss was pressed to her neck and Harumasa felt a shudder run down his spine. 

“There are cameras, though, we better-” 

She began, but her words abruptly cut off as she suddenly jumped off Harumasa’s lap, catching him off guard. To his surprise, Mocha grasped one of his wrists and dragged him towards a closet in one of the corners of the office. Harumasa’s confusion deepened, but he didn't resist her. Instead, he extended his other hand, giving her a playful spank that made her squeal and blush. Mocha shot him a playful glare over her shoulder as she opened the closet door and unceremoniously pushed Harumasa inside. He chuckled, still confused. 

“What are you- mff-!” Mocha slipped inside as well, closing the door behind her and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into a passionate kiss.

Harumasa hummed in approval, moaning softly against her lips as his hands grasped her waist, pulling her close against him. Their hips met, rubbing slightly against each other, filling the little closer with soft sighs, whimpers and moans. 

“This is so naughty,” Harumasa said breathlessly, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. When he woke up that morning, he would never have imagined that he’d spend his lunch break satisfying another kind of hunger with Mocha in a closet in his office. 

She grinned, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, as she pressed herself closer to him, their bodies flush against each other. Her breasts crushed against his chest, sending a flush of embarrassment through Harumasa's cheeks. 

“Don't pretend you don't love it,” she whispered against his lips as she started to unbutton his shirt, each button revealing a silver of Harumasa's skin to her gentle, teasing touch. His skin erupted in goosebumps as her fingers danced across his chest.

Harumasa's heart pounded against his chest as he looked at Mocha's beautiful face, her delicate fingers undoing each button. His eyes were filled with affection and dark with lust. Mocha could make him feel a hundred emotions all at once with just a simple glance. He wanted to cherish and protect her, almost possessively, and, at the same time, wanted to take her, to claim her as his own in every single chance he got. 

His fingers, trembling slightly as if this was his first time with her, sneaked under the hem of her shirt and she grinned, visibly shuddering as he squeezed her waist, digging into the flesh, making her bite her lip in a vain attempt to stifle a moan. 

“Someone's been very naughty today,” she purred, her tail lazily swishing from side to side as she started to untie his tie.

Harumasa smirked, leaning down to place a soft peck to her lips. “Don't pretend you don't love it,” he teased, grinning. Mocha chuckled, her cheeks blushing pink.

“I do love it,” she admitted with a nod. “But I also think you need a little punishment.”

Harumasa's eyes sparkled with lust and amusement. “Oh? Don't threaten me with a good time, kitten,” he whispered, blowing cool air against her ear, making her squeal and her ear twitch.

She glared at him playfully, seizing his wrists from her waist and binding them with his tie. Harumasa gasped, looking at the door of the closet out of instinct before he looked back at the cute bow she had created.

Mocha grinned mischievously at him as she lifted  his arms, hooking them around her neck. Harumasa sighed, blushing as her eyes roamed over his exposed skin. She licked her lips like a hungry lion. 

This certainly was… new. She really wasn't one to try different things during their intimate times, but he couldn't say he was against it.

Harumasa chuckled softly, shuddering when her fingernails grazed the skin of his stomach, his flesh waking up with goosebumps as she traced the contours of his abs. He squirmed slightly, choking on a soft squeal as she circled his belly button. 

“It tickles,” he mumbled with a soft gasp, his body jerking away from her touch. 

Mocha grinned, tracing the curve of Harumasa's hip bones. “It does, doesn't it?”

His heart jumped and his eyes widened in realization. He shook his head. “N-No! Not that, M-Mocha, please!” 

“Shh shh shh.” She tiptoed to reach his lips, kissing them once. “Someone might hear you,” she purred, her fingernails dragging up and down his sides, making him arch with gasps and whimpers that eventually morphed into giggles and soft squeals.

Her touch was gentle, just like the caresse of a soft feather, almost itchy– tortuous, yet, somehow, kind of nice. A sudden burst of laughter escaped Harumasa's lips as her nails danced along his waist, sending shivers down his spine. 

He wanted to lower his arms, but he knew that would put pressure on her neck and he understood why she had chosen that position. Mocha knew he would do his best to not hurt her with any harsh movement. Harumasa whined, giggling again as her nails dragged against the back of his ribs.

“Thihis is so unfahahair, Mocha! Why are you even- ahahaha! Wait! Wahahahit!” 

Ugh, he really was too ticklish for his own good, it was almost embarrassing. Some simple squeezes to his waist were enough to have him giggling like a stupid kid, and twisting his body from side to side, trying to shake off her teasing, wiggling fingers.

“Does it tickle, baby?” She asked teasingly, giggling along with him as he jolted and squealed. “You're so terribly ticklish, are you not?” 

Harumasa whined again, the volume and desperation of his laughter increasing as she moved lower, her thumbs rubbing deep, maddening and so horrendously ticklish circles into his hips that nearly had him shrieking with laughter. 

“Stahahap! I'm seheherious! I fuhuhucking- ahahahaha! Plehehease!” 

“Oh my, oh my, what language is that?” she teased, squeezing his hips in a frantic pace that had Harumasa throwing his head back with loud bouts of laughter. 

Mocha's random ideas always seem to catch him off guard. Instead of the steamy moment he was expecting to have with her, she'd chosen to torment him with tickles, knowing full well that he–

“AHAHAHA! NO! No, nohohot thehehere! PLEHEHEASE!” He leaned against the cold metal wall of the closet, shifting back and forth, trying to get away from Mocha's wicked fingers that had found a place under his arms, tickling his poor armpits as if her life depended on it. 

Harumasa laughed nearly in hysterics, the back of his head banging against the closet wall, as if he wanted to distract himself from the overwhelming sensation. Mocha laughed, but her fingers didn't stop for a second. 

"Stop that! You'll hurt yourself!" she scolded him, but her lips were spread in a wide, playful and mischievous smile as she pinched the ticklish never right in the middle of Harumasa's armpits. 

Harumasa shook his head, his cheeks bright red and his tears twinkling in his eyelashes. “STAHAHAP! You k-knohohow I'm sihihick! Thihis wihill mahahake mehehe- AHAHA! Plehehease!” 

Mocha rolled her eyes fondly, pressing herself a bit more against him to pin him against the wall, but a soft gasp escaped her lips when something poked at her thigh. 

Harumasa widened his eyes, looking down at the same time Mocha did, her fingers coming to a sudden stop as they both looked down between their bodies. 

He gasped in horror and Mocha's mouth fell open. “Ohoho~ do you want me to take care of that?” 

Harumasa shook his head almost desperately, finding a way to unhook his arms from around her neck and reaching down to try and catch Mocha's hands that were starting to unbutton and unzip his pants. Why on earth was be hard?!

“M-Mocha!” He pleaded. “B-Baby, I don't think- oh, fuck~”

Mocha giggled softly. “Oh yeah, that feels so good right?” Her hands had pulled down his clothes in the blink of an eye, his pants and underwear pooling at his ankles. Harumasa threw his head back as she began to stroke his hard cock slowly, so painfully slowly. Shivers of pressure ran down his spine, causing him to arch his back and slowly roll his hips. 

“M-My lovely, ngh! Oh shit, faster please, faster- ack! N-No! Nohoho, wahahait! Nohot tihihickling!”

While her strokes became faster just as he had asked, her other hand had also sprung into action. Harumasa squirmed, trying to press his arms to his body as much as possible. But Mocha's fingers were slender and deft and she didn't struggle to sneak back under his arm to tickle his armpit once more.

Harumasa's voice was a combination of hysterical laughter, broken moans, ragged breathing and the occasional whimper, he was a complete mess. Hating the tickling, but loving it at the same time, his hips moving quickly as he fucked himself into her hand. 

“Fuhuhuck~! Angh! More, more~” he begged, tears of laughter, pleasure and desperation streaming down his cheeks. 

Mocha giggled softly, her cheeks flushed as her eyes studied Harumasa's expression. He cried softly as her thumb swept against his tip, teasing the glands just as she knew he loved it. 

Harumasa moaned loudly, his mind overwhelmed with the sensations that seemed to come from all sides. The tickles moving from his armpit to his ribs and then to his hip, Mocha's hand jerking him off, and even her lips, which had begun to move on his neck, leaving wet kisses on all the places she had memorized were sensitive. 

He felt his body tense, his breathing becoming more frantic, his eyes crossing. He was on the edge, it only took a small push to be able to cum in Mocha's hand. Just a little– 

Two knocks on the door. “Asaba-kun.” It was Yanagi. “Lunch break is almost better cut it out before…” 

Yanagi's voice faded as his eyes rolled back, cumming hard. Mocha pressed a hand against his mouth to muffle the moans as he came undone under her ministrations. Harumasa trembled with pleasure, his cum dripping from Mocha's hand as she milked the last drop of his release. 

Yanagi's heels softly faded away. Of course, she didn't want to be there when Harumasa and Mocha came out of the closet in a mess. Harumasa gasped as Mocha slowly pulled her hand away from his mouth, a trickle of saliva connecting his lips to her palm. 

As he returned from his high, his eyes met Mocha's and he grinned lazily. 

"I think I'll get an administrative report," he said with no concern in his eyes and Mocha laughed lightly. 

“I think you're going to be in a lot of trouble," she said with a bit of empathy in her voice. 

Harumasa hummed. “Maybe…” He looked at the watch on his wrist and then looked at Mocha with a mischievous smile. “Untie me. We still have five minutes.” 

Mocha blinked. “Five minutes for what- ah~!”