Oh, that's why. I was worried for a moment there.After hearing his response, I pulled away from him, and as I did, my saliva also dripped from the corner of my mouth.He held my chin and lifted me up from my seated position, then gave me a peck on my lips without hesitation. He may have tasted himself in my mouth from earlier.He got up from his seat, then pushed me towards the table where he was just sitting. He made me lie face down on the table, causing my two mountains to press against the cold surface.At that moment, he held both of my hands from behind while I was lying on the table.I couldn't help but smile as I felt his hands on my buttocks."Spank me more, daddy."I cannot help but say that I can no longer bear the sensation he is giving me."What did you say, baby?" he huskily asked as he spanked me again. "Hmmm... baby?"I moaned again as I felt his hands on my butt again. I could feel the stinging pain on my butt, but I don't know why, it seems like I enjoy it more when
I was standing still while walking down the hallway. Like heck, what was that about?! Did he just call me bitch? Did he want me to leave? Why?My mind was in chaos. I didn't know what to think or what to do. Could someone tell me what's happening and why he asked me to leave after satisfying himself with my body? Could someone tell me what the hell is happening and why the hell he called me a bitch?For Pete's sake, my mind was a mess. I didn't know what to do.Like fuck, after he satisfied himself with me. After doing whatever he did to my body, he asked me to leave?! Why? And to make matters worse, he even called me a bitch. Like heck, do I look like the sea with many men?! Ha?! For Pete's sake, he's the only man I've had.In the middle of my walk, I stopped when I saw a group of students gathered. Confusion appeared on my face. I wondered what they were doing at the bulletin board and why they were packed like they were up to something.But I didn't bother to ask. Yes, I have a cur
I felt cold. It seemed like the world stopped spinning. My brain couldn't process what he said. I felt stuck in place as if my whole body had turned to cement. Even speaking was a challenge. My heart thudded in my chest, and I struggled to say, "Huh?" I needed clarification because I might have misheard him.He replied, panting, "Your house is on fire."The anxiety intensified, and the world truly seemed to stop spinning. Even the people walking in the hallway froze in my vision. Even Bebot, gasping in front of me, stopped moving and breathing and became a statue.It felt like every living thing had stopped moving at that moment, and the only thing that was vivid was the thundering heartbeat of my heart and the pain that was consuming me."Are you kidding me?" I stuttered in response, trying to recover from my shock. I knew he might be offended by my question because it might seem like I didn't trust him.But can you blame me? I didn't know what to think, and I didn't know what to do,
My tears were uncontrollable as I stared at my grandmother's lifeless body being turned to ash through cremation. The woman earlier warned me not to watch, but I was stubborn and insisted. Now I am watching her body slowly turn to ash.I knew this would be the last time I would see her, so I wanted to make the most of it. I never thought that this would be something I would regret. If I had known how painful it would be to watch someone you love turn to ash, I would have listened to her warning.It feels like torture, not physical but mental. My eyesight is blurry from crying, and my chest feels tight, indicating that I might have an asthma attack if I don't stop.But instead of being afraid, I cry even harder. I don't feel any fear. In fact, I would prefer to have an asthma attack at this moment, so that my chest will tighten until I lose consciousness, or even worse, my life.Honestly, right now, I want to kill myself. I want to bury myself alive. I want to kill every part of me, in
I ran quickly to the bathroom, not wasting any opportunity as soon as I entered. I immediately threw up the food I had wanted to throw up earlier.Frequent vomiting and dizziness were some of the changes that happened in the past few days. I always feel nauseous and dizzy, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because of my lack of sleep.But if it's because of lack of sleep, I should only feel dizzy. So why am I throwing up? Specifically, throwing up saliva. Saliva because I have nothing else to throw up since I rarely eat since that tragedy.Even though I am extremely thin, the slight increase in my hips is noticeable, which is really strange.I felt a hand on my back, and I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Besides, she's been the only one with me these past few days, so what's new?!"Iha, maybe you should go see a doctor? I always see you throwing up," Aling Bebang said while still caressing my back.I felt a little better because of her touch, so I stood up from my seat a
A lot has happened in the past few weeks. As a result, I forgot about my school and the upcoming ball. The ball never crossed my mind, so I was really surprised to hear what Aling Bebang said. She already bought a gown for the ball this night - wait, this night?! What date is it?Because of that thought, I immediately looked at the calendar hanging near the door. I did not expect my eyes to widen when I saw the date.For Pete's sake, really?! February 14th?! Valentine's Day? Has my mind been so occupied these past few days that I even forgot what date it is?But, wait. How did Aling Bebang know about the ball? I never mentioned it to her. In fact, I forgot about it, so how? Did her love for gossiping start again?When I approached her, I asked her how she found out about the ball. She replied that Bebot told her about it when she went to your school, and it was talked about there.I was shocked when I heard that. That man really had a loose tongue. If I didn't know him, I would have t
I snapped back to reality when she squeezed my hand. I looked at her eyes absentmindedly and said, "That occasion only happens once a year, so it's only right that you go there."She squeezed my hand again. "And besides, you need this, iha. You need this in order for you to breathe."I looked at her with confusion. "W-hat do you mean?" I asked. I didn't understand what she was referring to. If she was talking about breathing, I don't need that ball. I can breathe even in this house. So what is she talking about? Is she going crazy? Like heck, don't...The expression on her face puzzled me, "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. I didn't quite understand what she was referring to. If she was talking about breathing, I didn't need that ball for it since I could breathe even in this house. So, what was she talking about? Was she going crazy? Like heck, don't tell me she's not breathing there on her seat right now?"I mean, what you've been through, dear. You also need a place to breathe.
How did you find out about Dashiel?)Earlier, I was frozen in surprise, but now she was the one frozen in her tracks. She stopped brushing my hair too. From the mirror in front of me, I could clearly see how she turned pale before swallowing hard and asked, "D-ashiel? Who's that?" She tried to make it sound true, but in fact, she's obviously lying.My eyes narrowed as I faced her. Is she trying to fool me? Well, if she is, I'm not that crazy and deaf to be easily fooled."But you don't know him? Well, in fact, you even mentioned his name," I said, watching her reaction closely.She probably realized that I'm scrutinizing her facial expression, so she quickly changed it. "Huh? Really? Did I say that?" she asked in a cheerful tone. Then, she resumed brushing my hair.My eyes narrowed even more when I saw how quickly she changed her facial expression. "Are you trying to fool me, Aling Bebang?" I couldn't help but say what I've been holding back earlier.She stopped brushing my hair again