Chapter 5 (2/2)

When blood started flowing to my brain once more, I was leaning on Pokerface’s shoulder, panting as if I had just run a marathon. c.u.m was still shooting out onto his abs and mine. The shower that we took completely went to waste.

His erect rod was still poking me and half of my weight was still on him, but another series of thoughts were going through in my head.

Wh-what the heck just happened?

It was as if all the fragmented memories were completely reshuffled

I remembered that I had just come out from the private room where the family union was being held. I also remembered the license plate of the cab that had driven me to Full Moon House. I had seen some people after I got there. Four blurry faces surfaced in my head. They looked familiar but also like strangers.

Gla.s.s after gla.s.s of an orangey-yellow foamy liquid had been pushed in front of me. I had no recollection as to how and how much I had gotten into my stomach. I had probably fallen asleep and woken back up several times. Also, there had been a warm body beside me the whole time, keeping me from falling over my seat.

Is the source of that warmth still here?

I had been sitting in the speeding cab, being knocked around. It was not there when I hit the cold car window, but it was back when I fell to the other side.

I had a delusion at one point that I had been alone at home after getting off the cab and returning home. I had drunk some cold water and puked all over the sofa chair, which was all fine because no one else had seen the embarra.s.sment.

However, the person in front of me started moving once more. He was holding me with his arm. I recalled the force that had dragged me into the house and up to my room. I couldn’t have done that by myself.

Then, my chin was lifted up. A pair of black eyes and furrowed brows was looking at me straight ahead. Oh, it was him all right. He had shown the same expression when I threw up on him and when I tripped in the tub.

I started giggling again. Judging from his expression, he was probably thinking, this guy must be losing his mind. I reached out and hugged him tightly.

The release just now made everything feel so unrealistic. I closed my eyes, thinking that all this was an illusion. I reopened them to find that he was still in my arms. My pa.s.sion was dripping down his body and the sight was just so satisfying.

I asked myself, what could I do to ensure that this satisfying feeling doesn’t disappear? You must know, he could disappear from right under you even if you were no less than ten inches away from him. This had been the case in the tunnel leading into the palace of doom.

I was really afraid that the next time I reached out I would get nothing but thin air again. This fear enveloped me while his hard member was still flanked against me. It made me truly feel his existence.

My knees buckled in, but I knew it wasn’t from spaghetti legs. He wanted to bend down too but I stopped him. I held onto his muscular thighs and knelt down to the ground. His meaty pillar towered before my eyes.

This is…because of me?

Reaching that realisation, my heart filled with joy—I can’t think of a better way to put it. I didn’t think too much as I faced the muscle that had swollen up because of me, opened my mouth and took it in.

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