Chapter 58: Riding My Face (R-18)
The air in Sara’s fancy hall hung heavy, the dim pink and yellow lights casting soft shadows over the polished wood floor, the fish tank bubbling quietly in the center.
I laid there on the bed, the red belt around my neck, the leather cool and smooth against my skin, my hands gripping the pink sheets tight.
Sara loomed over me, her knees pinning me down, her maroon one-piece hiked up messy, her black panties dangling from her fingers as she pressed them hard against my face—warm, musky, her smell hitting me sharp.
"Answer me, huh!? Huh!" she snapped, her voice loud and sharp, shoving the panties harder against my nose, her other hand cracking across my face again—*slap*—the sting blooming hot on my skin.
Her nails brushed my cheek after, her grip on the belt tightening as she pulled it a little, daring me to talk back. "You sniff Aeri’s panties like this too, don’t you? Huh? Lovesick child!"
"Na..." I said, my voice flat, low, cutting through her rant as I pushed the word out, my chest rising slow under her weight.
"Huh?" she said, pausing, her hand freezing mid-air, her eyes narrowing as she stared down at me, her smirk faltering for a sec. "What’d you say?" She tilted her head, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder.
"I don’t have to act like a pervert for the woman I love," I said, my voice steady now, pushing back against her taunt. "Her kindness, her presence—it’s enough for me. Fills me up with satisfaction in life."
My eyes drifting half-shut as Aeri flickered into my mind—her warm smile lighting up our kitchen, her humming soft as she stirred a pot, the way she’d hesitantly pat my shoulder when I was down, trying her best every day. The smell of her cooking wrapping around me like home.