Forbidden Examination

**Chapter 1: The Unexpected Request**

Nanami Kento was a man of precision, a sorcerer whose stoic demeanor and sharp intellect made him a force to be reckoned with. At 27, his tailored suits and piercing gaze could command a room without a word. But tonight, in the dimly lit office of the Tokyo Jujutsu Tech, he was faced with something far more delicate—and far more dangerous—than any cursed spirit. Me, Y/N, a 22-year-old novice sorcerer with a knack for getting into trouble, and a body that seemed to defy the innocence of my wide-eyed curiosity.

I sat across from him, my skirt riding up just enough to catch his attention, though I swear it wasn’t intentional. My mission report lay forgotten on his desk as his gaze flicked from the papers to my bare thighs, then back again. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a current I couldn’t quite name but felt in every inch of my skin.

'Miss Y/N,' Nanami began, his voice a low, controlled rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. 'Your performance on this last mission was... reckless. I’m beginning to question if you’re fit for the field.'

I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing. 'Reckless? I saved three civilians, Nanami. Or did you miss that part while you were busy critiquing my every move from behind a desk?'

His lips twitched, a rare smirk threatening to break through his ironclad composure. 'I see everything, Y/N. Including the way you seem to disregard protocol. Perhaps you need a more... thorough evaluation.'

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest, fully aware of how it pushed my curves into view. 'Oh? And what exactly does that entail, Mr. Perfect? Going to grade my stance with a ruler?'

Nanami stood, his tall frame looming as he rounded the desk to stand mere inches from me. The scent of his cologne—crisp, masculine, with a hint of danger—hit me like a wave. 'Not quite,' he murmured, his eyes darkening as they locked onto mine. 'I’m more concerned about your... vulnerabilities. A proper inspection might be in order.'

My breath hitched, but I didn’t back down. 'Inspection? What are we talking here, Nanami? You gonna check my cursed energy levels or something else entirely?'

He tilted his head, his gaze dropping to my lips, then lower, lingering in a way that made my pulse race. 'Something else,' he said, his voice a velvet threat. 'I need to ensure every part of you is ready for what’s out there. Starting with...'

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication hung heavy between us. My heart pounded as I stood, closing the tiny gap until our bodies were nearly touching. 'Fine,' I shot back, my voice steady despite the heat pooling in my core. 'But don’t think for a second I’m some damsel who needs saving. If you’re inspecting anything, you’d better be prepared for me to inspect right back.'

Nanami’s smirk finally broke free, sharp and wicked. 'I wouldn’t expect anything less.'

His hand brushed against my hip, a deliberate, electric touch as he guided me back toward the desk. My skin burned under his fingers, and I felt the first stirrings of something wild and untamed. I wasn’t about to let him take control—not without a fight. But as his other hand slid up my thigh, inching under the hem of my skirt, I knew this ‘inspection’ was about to get very personal. My body was already betraying me, growing hot and restless, and I could see the same hunger mirrored in his eyes. Whatever was coming next, it was going to be explosive.