Chapter 426: Arc 6, - 42: So It Continues
’I came. I actually liked it that I came... twice. Like a needy girlfriend, I just gave in to her like that... We kept going for an hour before she quite literally collapsed into sleep.
I know I’d like her using my ass, hell I knew that about myself before I came into this world. But is she even gonna remember it? Using me like that for the first time? She was zonked out of her mind, came falling into my room mumbling nonsense...! And I let her do all of it...
I can’t believe myself... Not even oil or lube, just when she shoved that thing down my throat. Even when it hurt I didn’t stop her cause I was that damn desperate? The hell am I doing to myself? Do I just say this was just one night that things turned out like this?
Will this happen again if we don’t make up? Do I want this to happen again? Fuck no, but in the heat of the moment for some reason I decide otherwise. And look at her.’
In the late morning hours, Jotou’s drowsy eyes darted to the side. There she was—the redhead—mouth agape and drooling onto the pillow with a bright goofy smile.
’So why?’ Jotou’s expression softened while she gazed at Hotaru’s figure under the blanket. She tucked a finger into Hotaru’s hair, moving it away from her sleeping face. ’Is it cause I love you? I still trust you, don’t I? That’s why I let it happen... isn’t it?’
Jotou nestled her head a little closer towards her. She watched her lashes, the slight quiver of her lips, the sharpness of her fangs. Her crimson ears were drooped into her hair—one flickered of its own accord.
’So why haven’t you made up with me yet? Why drunkenly complain? Am I not understanding something Hotaru? Last night could have been so much more fun if you had just... Sigh...’
Jotou turned to face the ceiling. ’What am I gonna do with you...’
"Mmh..."
Jotou’s eyes darted to the across and felt the cover shift. She turned her head to the other side and closed her eyes, leaving her mouth agape.
Hotaru droned on for the next few seconds, stirring herself up. One ear was bent down and she inhaled audibly as she lifted her head. While the room around was still a blur, she licked her lips and grimaced—it felt like sandpaper.