One girl after the other

Everything comes to an end.

Nothing was spared from that.

End was inevitable.

So even though I wished with all my heart to kiss her lips forever, at one point we separated. Our lips connecting with the lewdest string of saliva I have ever seen.

The kiss lasted a long time and a short instance. The pleasure I derived from it was so much that it could last a lifetime yet at the same time that also left me yearning so much that the kiss felt like it lasted only for a single millisecond.

Marin pulled away and her eyes glazed over, reflecting her hazy mind filled with disbelief and lust.

And love.

After she pulled back, she did not shy away nor did she hide herself.

She smiled.

She looked so happy.

I smiled.

We were so happy.

"Wow." She whispered and her happy smile turned into a teasing one.

"You kissed me so deeply. Do you like me that much?" She said.

"Of course. You taste like vanilla." I said with a straight face. Not embarrassed at all like how she thought I would be.

I pulled her and she sat on my lap while I sat on the hospital bed. She was sitting sideways on my lap and her arms wrapped around my neck and she was facing me.

She blushed, "I like kissing you too. You taste like my favorite thing."

"What's your favorite thing?"

"You." She said and pressed her forehead against mine.

Then she kissed me again. This one was brief and not filled with emotions except a desire to taste me.

I leaned in to kiss her deeper but she pulled away and she smiled smugly when she saw me desperately leaning for more.

Wow.

Is she the type to behave like that when getting intimate?

It's cute.

But it won't work on me. I don't like it.

"I love you." I said and just as I expected, she smashed her lips on mine.

hehehe~

Her lips were plump and tasted like nothing after kissing her repeatedly. But there was this glossy and unfelt taste whenever I felt kissed her.

So soft and stubborn. Her lips were asking to be loved and sucked on.

She grabbed my head and her fingers crawl up my scalp and she pulled me, smashing her face harder on mine.

It got to a point where out teeth clashed together and our lips became one.

Her kiss was needy and obsessed. I did not even have to kiss back. Her kiss was enough for the both of us.

Finally she pulled back.

She was breathing heavily and her eyes had this crazy sparkle in them, something good for me yet not exactly sane.

"You are so mean." She huffed and hugged me on her chest. My face was buried on her boobs which I had desired throughout the day.

"You are driving me crazy." she said.

I did not talk back anymore and I simply snuggled my face in the middle of her boobs. Taking in her milky and sweaty scent.

Dear God in Heaven.

Come down. You are in the wrong place

Because this is heaven. umu

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{This lucky bastard really won't stop smiling.} I heard the author say in my head.

I shrugged off his comment. I was smiling as he said. I think it's permanent at this point.

But he was also just being extra salty because he was obviously jealous.

I don't care though.

He can be jealous all he wants.

{I am not jealous at all!!!} he said.

'Hah, like anyone believes you.'

I heard him grumble under his breath before he sighed in defeat.

{Anyways. did you do 'it' with her?} he asked and I thought back on what happened a few hours ago.

After kissing each other, we just continue cuddling with each other. There was nothing else that happened as it was not the time nor the place to go further.

Though I continued assaulting her lips until she said her lips were sore. My meal was long forgotten and I just made do with her lips.

And as it was getting late, we decided it was time to go home. I went to the doctor who prescribed me some medicine and ointments for my injury.

I bought them then and there in the hospital's pharmacy and Marin and I went home. Hand in hand.

It was an extremely romantic moment and I made sure to walk her home till the end.

Though there was a complain in my heart. 'Why couldn't Marin's house be further away from the hospital?' A mile is too short with her.

We bid farewell and I received a single kiss on my cheek. Marin blushed heavily when she did so and I couldn't help but wonder how she was shy kissing on my cheek after plenty of kisses on my lips.

Right now I was still standing infront of Marin's apartment complex. Contemplating whether or not I should go in again and perform some unholy act on her.

But in the end. I decided against it. No need to be impatient and rush things.

Love was patient afterall.

"It's not our time yet. Boner-kun." I whispered while grabbing my dick which was already half mast due to my wild imagination.

{Yeah. Patience worked well last time.} the author commented and I raised a hand.

It's an insult to compare them together.

"But I would act soon. Just in case." I said and with unmotivated steps I went on my way.

The road to my house was something I always liked because they lead me to my home but now I did not like it as much because they also lead me away from her.

The sun could be said to have already set in the horizon but there was still enough light to see the surroundings.

It was 6 pm already when I finally reached home. The sun had settled then.

I opened the door while saying, "I am home."

But I didn't walk in because I paused when I see who was on the other side.

Sumire.

My mother.

She stood still only few meager feet away from the door.

She was wearing a sad frown on her face. She looked lonely.

Her eyes were puffy and red, leading me to suspect that she might have been crying.

Her gorgeous purple hair was not so gorgeous anymore. They were unkept.

Her clothes were also messy and with a lot of crease.

She looked at me. Her eyes brighten and her face flushed with relief when she saw me.

She looked at my hand which was bandaged. Then she slowly walked towards me.

Her hands were slow and hesitant when they wrapped around me, as if asking me permission the whole time they come close to me. She seemed always ready to be stopped and rejected.

Now that made me wonder...

Why would I reject you Sumire?

With the smallest action she hugged me. Her breath hitched and she tensed up.

Then finally she sighed.

"I am sorry." she said. Her voice did not contain anything.

They were just vibration which linger in the stagnant space. They were stoic and emotionless.

They were empty.

Now I was starting to get scared.

'What's going on?'

"Do you hate me, Yuito?" she said, her voice cracked at the end, unable to coherently finish the sentence as if using 'hate' and 'Yuito' in the same sentence was something she never imagined doing.

'What the hell is going on!?'

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Author : As implied in this chapter. I, the author always turned away whenever he gets intimate with another girl.

Just so you guys don't feel weird about it.