Chapter 4: Yoghurt Tactics

I play game reach two hours.

My eyes dey red, finger dey pain me. I check time, na almost 2am.

Suddenly, I hear one loud grumble—na him belle dey protest.

The sound loud, like thunder. I pause game, look up.

I look up, see Obinna hold him stomach.

Na so e bend, hand for belle. My anger just cool small. E never chop since morning.

Na that time I remember—this mumu never chop since morning.

I forget, na me suppose cook. As I see am, small guilt enter my chest. E still be pikin for this state.

My anger cool small.

Even if e dey stress me, hunger no be better thing. I dey remember how my mama go say, "Person wey dey vex no dey get belle." Make I try another way.

As I dey look him fine face and that strong waist, my mind dey catch fire again.

I remember my mission, but this hunger matter dey press me.

One idea just land for my head.

I rush go snack cabinet, open am, carry one yoghurt wey I dey hide since, now na bait. I carry am for front of am, then lock the cabinet with style.

I turn, shake the yoghurt, look am for face—omo, e eye dey follow the thing.

"You want?" I shake the yoghurt, dey unscrew the lid slow slow.

I do am like advert, turn bottle, slow motion. Obinna mouth dey water.

Obinna really dey hungry—his eye dey follow the yoghurt for my hand. He swallow.

I dey enjoy the power. Na now e dey chase me.

See this thing—he never swallow for me before, but for yoghurt he dey swallow.

If to say na me dey seduce, he no go send. But now, see as food dey humble big man.

"E sweet die~" I lick the spoon tip on purpose. "You wan try?"

I put small for tongue, close eye, do "mmm"—omo, e pain am. E dey look me like say I thief.

He nod, but eye dey watch me like say I fit trick am.

E know say my hand dey fast. E dey careful.

"Come here, big sis go feed you."

I talk am with sweet voice, eye dey twinkle. If na pikin, by now e for don jump come.

"No trust you," he talk, move back.

The thing pain me small, but e funny. This boy no dey ever trust me.

I deep breath, force smile. "Okay, see am like this—you stand that side of bed, I go dey this side, I go feed you across bed, e good?"

I try use sense play am. If he go fall for trick, na so belle go sweet.

He tilt head, think am, then waka go the other side of bed.

For my mind, I dey hail myself. Smart babe.

I lean, stretch my hand, hold spoon for him mouth. "Ah—"

I open mouth, do example. He bend, collect am. My heart dey jump.

Obinna bend from the other side, take the spoon for mouth.

Him lips close for am, tongue dey do work.

The white yoghurt just enter him pink tongue.

I dey watch, my mind dey fly. Omo, temptation dey real.

Too hot.

My body dey react, even as I dey pretend.

For my ear, I dey hear my bestie Sade voice: "Guy like Obinna, if him kiss you, e go wild."

Na true talk. This Obinna, even as mumu, e get fire.

I dey look him mouth, I sef swallow spit.

I imagine wetin e go be if na me him dey lick like that.

I wan taste am too.

I dey feed am, like say I be yoghurt machine.

Spoon after spoon, I no dey count again.

Obinna begin relax, drop him guard, just dey open mouth, still dey play with plastic Power Ranger.

E dey enjoy—no stress. I dey happy small, because e mean say my plan dey work.

He no even notice when I replace spoon with my finger.

I dip finger for cup, push am near mouth. E chop am like say nothing happen.

He just dey suck my fingertip, tongue dey touch my skin.

As e suck, small goosebumps run my hand. My body dey heat up.

One kind electric feeling run my body, I nearly moan.

I hold breath, bite lip. Na so temptation be?

Omo, the plan dey work.

For my mind, na victory dey come. I dey near finish line.

Next step: open him trouser.

As I dey plan am, I dey watch for sign—if e go resist.

He still never notice anything, just dey chop yoghurt like say nothing dey happen.

I almost vex, but I remember say na strategy.

Every time I feed am, I dey move closer for bed, my position no even get dignity again.

I bend, shift, leg cross bed, my nightdress don climb up. I no send. For this money, anything goes.

We don reach where only half meter remain.

If I stretch hand, I fit touch. The tension dey sweet me.

Obinna dey my front now.

I dey feel him breath, dey look him face. My heart dey race.

The way he dey lick yoghurt, e look innocent, but na temptation wey fit dry person throat.

I dey sweat, but I dey smile. The power sweet me.

I dey watch as his Adam’s apple dey move, my mind just dey one thing:

If e continue like this, na jackpot.

Time to open belt.

I gather courage, reach hand for him belt. My heart dey beat.

The yoghurt almost finish.

One spoon remain. I dey pray make this last one do magic.

Na now be the real deal.

If this one work, na alert straight.

My heart dey beat for my throat.

I fit hear the blood dey pump. Sweat dey my face.

I dip finger for last yoghurt, give am.

He open mouth, tongue out. I almost forget my plan.

As Obinna lean come lick, I sharply pull my hand.

He follow my hand, lose balance, land on top me.

Omo, the weight sweet me. Na so I use style wrap leg around am, hold tight.

Na my chance be this.

Na now or never. I no dey waste time.

I sharply wrap my legs around him waist, hold am tight.

I hold belt, begin work. If e no gree, I go tear am.

My hand dey rush him belt.

I dey struggle, belt dey strong. My finger dey sweat.

Which kind stubborn belt be this? Why e no gree open?

I dey curse inside my mind—who send tailor sew this kind belt?

I hold am tighter, make e no escape.

I lock my leg, put strength. Money no go pass me today.

"No move."

E shock me, e talk am with strong voice. Na so I freeze.

Obinna calm me, his voice suddenly deep and rough—no be like mumu again.

For my mind, I dey scream—e mean say sense don dey return?

Before I fit talk, I hear click—

The sound clear. I look, belt dey open.

He use one hand open the metal belt buckle.

The move too smooth. E do am like person wey sabi.

Hope dey!

My body dey ginger. For my mind, na alert I dey see.

Next thing, Obinna pull the belt out, throw am for my head side, then lean down, press body on top my own.

The heat, the weight—omo, I dey float.

That strong, familiar feeling—like say the real Obinna don show.

My body dey answer. Na now I believe say this marriage fit make sense.

E dey happen?

I dey fear, I dey happy. My mission dey complete.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my whole body dey tingle, dey wait.

This one no be play again—something dey wake for inside this man.

If this one fail, I no know wetin fit work again—God abeg, run am for your girl.