Life In The Limelight : I Married A Gamer Girl-Chapter 18: You Got Burned... Again

Kazuma sat at his desk, his light blue eyes focused intently on the lines of code that filled his screen. He had been working for hours, caught up in debugging the latest build of their game. The room was quiet except for the soft clicking of his keyboard and the occasional sigh of frustration.

Masako, seated nearby with her sketchpad, glanced over at him. She had noticed how tense he looked, his shoulders stiff and his focus unbroken. Her golden eyes softened with concern, and she set her tablet aside. "Dear," she called out gently, "you've been at it all day. Don't you think it's time for a break?"

Kazuma barely looked up. "I'm fine, sweetie. Just a few more tweaks, and then I'll—"

"No," Masako interrupted, standing up and walking over to him. Her tone was firm but affectionate. "You're taking a break. Now."

Kazuma sighed, reluctantly removing his hands from the keyboard. "Alright, alright," he said, leaning back in his chair. "What do you have in mind?"

Masako grinned, gesturing to the couch. "Come here. Lay down and rest your head on my lap. You need to relax."

Kazuma blinked, caught off guard by her suggestion. "Uh... are you sure?"

"Of course," she said, taking a seat on the couch and patting her thighs. "Come on, dear. You deserve it."

With a small shrug, Kazuma stood and made his way over. He hesitated for a moment before lying down, his head resting gently on her lap. Her hands immediately went to his hair, running her fingers through his light blue locks in soothing strokes. The tension in his shoulders began to ease, and he let out a soft sigh. "This is... nice," he admitted.

Masako smiled, her golden eyes watching him with affection. "See? I told you it would help."

As she continued to stroke his hair, she shifted slightly in her seat, adjusting her skirt absentmindedly. The movement caused her skirt to ride up just enough to reveal a glimpse of her panties. Kazuma's light blue eyes flicked upward, catching the sight unintentionally. His face turned bright red, and he immediately looked away.

"Masako," he said, his voice flustered, "your... your skirt..."

She glanced down and noticed the situation, her cheeks flushing slightly. But instead of panicking, she grinned mischievously. "Oh, dear," she said in a mock-innocent tone, "did I distract you?"

Kazuma covered his face with his hands, his voice muffled as he muttered, "You're impossible sometimes, you know that?"

Masako laughed softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I'm just helping you relax, dear. Nothing wrong with that, right?"

"You have a funny way of doing it," he replied, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. He couldn't help but smile, even as his blush lingered.

Masako continued to play with his hair, her golden eyes gleaming with affection. "Well, it worked, didn't it? You're not thinking about work anymore, are you?"

Kazuma sighed, shaking his head slightly. "No, I guess not."

"Good," she said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "Then my job here is done. Now just relax, dear. You've earned it."

Despite the teasing, Kazuma couldn't deny how much he appreciated her care. As he lay there, his head resting comfortably on her lap, he felt the stress of the day melt away. With Masako by his side, even the most exhausting days became moments of peace and joy.

Later, Kazuma and Masako were once again dedicating their afternoon to reorganizing their workspace. Over the months, the clutter had gotten out of hand with stacks of notes, unused props, and leftover materials from their recent game projects. Kazuma focused on clearing a pile of sketches while Masako sorted through their storage bins nearby.

As she reached for something on the lower shelf, Masako suddenly "accidentally" dropped a folder of papers, scattering them across the floor. "Oops," she said, her tone light and casual. She bent over to pick them up, her plump butt lifting as she leaned forward. The snug pants she wore didn't help the situation, and the curve of her figure was impossible to ignore.

Kazuma, seated at his desk, glanced up absentmindedly—and froze. His light blue eyes widened as they landed on her figure. He immediately looked away, his face turning crimson, but not before Masako noticed. She smirked to herself, biting her lip to hide her amusement.

"Dear, did you just stare at my butt?" she teased, straightening up and turning to face him, her golden eyes glinting with mischief.

"N-no!" Kazuma stammered, his blush deepening. "I was just... looking over at what you dropped!"

Masako laughed softly, walking over to him with a sway in her hips. "You're such a bad liar, dear. You were totally staring." She leaned down, her golden eyes locking onto his as she grinned. "Not that I mind, of course."

Kazuma sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Can we just get back to organizing, Masako?"

"Sure, sure," she said, her tone playful as she returned to her work. But the smirk on her face told him she wasn't done teasing him just yet.

Later that day, the two sat together at their desks, working on a draft for Spirit Walker. Masako, ever the creative spirit, was sketching character designs while Kazuma adjusted the code for their latest mechanic. But after a while, Masako grew bored of sitting alone. With a mischievous glint in her golden eyes, she stood up and walked over to Kazuma's chair.

"Dear, my chair's uncomfortable," she said, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Can I sit in your lap for a while?"

Kazuma glanced up at her, already suspicious of her intentions. "Masako, you have your own chair."

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"But it's not as comfortable as yours," she replied innocently, though the smirk tugging at her lips gave her away. Without waiting for a response, she plopped down onto his lap, wiggling slightly to get comfortable. "Ah, much better."

Kazuma froze, his light blue eyes wide as he felt her warmth against him. "Masako... what are you doing?"

"Just getting comfortable, dear," she said sweetly, leaning back against his chest. But as she shifted, rubbing her thick thighs and plump butt against him, her true intentions became clear. "You don't mind, do you?"

His face turned bright red as he struggled to focus on his screen. "Masako, I'm trying to work here..."

"So am I," she said, holding up her sketchpad. But her mischievous grin only widened as she pressed herself closer, clearly enjoying his flustered reaction. "You're so cute when you're like this, dear."

Kazuma's patience finally wore thin. He grabbed her wrists gently but firmly and spun the chair, standing up and lifting her effortlessly. "Alright, Masako. You've had your fun."

Her golden eyes widened slightly as he pinned her wrists and pushed her gently down onto the floor. "K-Kazuma!" she gasped, her cheeks flushing as her playful teasing turned into something else entirely.

"You've been teasing me all day," he said, his light blue eyes darkening with intensity. "Now it's my turn."

Before she could respond, Kazuma captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, leaving her breathless. His hands roamed her body, and her teasing smirk was replaced by soft gasps and moans as he took control.

Two hours later, Masako lay sprawled on the floor, her chocolate brown skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. Her golden eyes were unfocused, her lips parted as she panted softly. Her body trembled slightly, her mind shattered from the overwhelming pleasure of their intense session.

"I love you... I love you so much..." she murmured, her voice faint and breathy as she stared at the ceiling. Her golden eyes sparkled with dazed affection, and a soft, blissful smile spread across her face.

Kazuma stood, catching his breath as he looked down at her. His light blue hair was tousled, and his shirt clung to him, but his expression was calm and satisfied. "Let that be a lesson, sweetie," he said with a small smirk. "Don't push your luck next time."

Masako managed a soft laugh, though she was too spent to say anything else. As Kazuma walked back to his desk, her body relaxed completely, and she closed her eyes, still smiling. Despite his words, she couldn't help but feel completely loved and cherished. Even when she teased him, Kazuma always gave her more than she could ever ask for.

And deep down, she was already planning her next playful move.