Yelena's whole body slumped as she muttered under her breath.
"This isn't fair...it's two against one...I hate both of you so much…"
But just as Yelena whispered her defeated words—Mika slid up beside her in one smooth, mischievous motion, his shoulder brushing hers, his grin far too confident.
And before she could even turn her head to snap at him, his hand darted down and landed a sharp smack on her butt.
Slap!
"Hmm!♡~"
The sound cracked through the room like a firecracker. Yelena jolted as if she'd been shot, her whole body tensing before she stumbled forward, slamming right into his chest. Her cheeks burned, both from the suddenness and from the unmistakable jiggling sensation that followed.
Mika then leaned down, his mouth right by her ear, voice low and threatening in that way he knew made her knees weak.
