“Deadly sure.”
The hacker glared at Akechi, his fuckable body was practically screaming out, begging for his 𝙏𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙥.
“Huh?! A-Are you sure, Futaba-kun?”
Akechi asked, as he wouldn’t 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 the 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 & 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫, but he wanted to make sure, if Futaba’s ready to 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝.