Chapter 244 – Petunia Titi (8)

A beautiful love story ends with stimulating sex. This truth, which everyone knows, has sometimes become a stranger to speak out. When I first met Wolf, I felt a strange and strange feeling at the same time as I thought I loved this person.

I’m going to have sex with this guy.

To take off his clothes and lay down on the same bed, receiving the heavy shock that resonated every time he moved his back. Laughing naked at each other, hugging me again and whispering that I love you, then grabbing my ass and pouring out lust in all sorts of shameful positions.

The sight of a series of embarrassing words could be said to be a collection of unfamiliar things that I could not substitute.

For me, sex was a feeling far removed from love.

I believed in love, not sex.

Holding hands while taking a walk and having a happy time sharing small laughs. Two people roasting and eating meat together in the open air, and running a horse along an endless field.

Watching Wolf grow old slowly while watching the children who have grown up actively.

I believed that that was love.

“I love you, Evan.”

And the me in my dream spoke of love today with an ecstatic expression. My hands were wrapped around Evan’s neck, and Evan was up between my legs. My thighs and his thighs were pressed together, and I was naked, not wearing a single thread.

Like water dripping from a cave, sweat trickling down Evan’s face tickled and tickled my nipples.

“Love you.”

And I put love in my mouth once more and pushed my tongue into Evan’s mouth. Their soft tongues intertwined, and they felt each other’s body temperature and shared saliva, like snakes mating in a forest.

Once again, deep inside, a powerful pleasure piercing my body dominated my body.

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“Ouch! Ahhh… !”

When I opened my eyes, the sun was shining brightly. The body was refreshed, and the whole body was languid. I couldn’t feel the cool air that greeted me in the morning. I looked at the dry leaves by the window sill and realized I had overslept.

“Oh, are you awake?”

“Why, why didn’t you wake me up?”

I shouted at Elena as I packed a change of clothes. Elena shrugged her shoulders at my words and then said,

“Evan told me not to wake him up? You will be very tired I’m training right now when I can practice alone when you’re not there so I can properly train.”

“You should have woken me up!”

“Okay? How about washing up first? You are covered in sweat.”

“Uh, uh. I will do it once.”

After answering that, I packed up my clothes and moved to the bathroom. As I walked through the hallway, my head, which had been hardened with bewilderment, turned a little. Yesterday’s argument kept coming back to me in my memory. I screamed and fought, but in the end I didn’t get any income.

And what Milia laughed at me and said.

[I thought it might not be. Have you really never tried it? Do you really think we controlled all of this? Who were you thinking of? What did you dream about being hurt by someone?]

From the moment she heard that, her doubts began to rise. Is it really what made these demons dream? Could it be that I was really mistaken? In the midst of the confusion, the dream of last night came back to life and hurried my steps. The pants that were wet and clinging to my thighs and the sensitive place that strangely pricked my body whenever I moved made me move.

There was a bathroom in the corner of the first floor.

Let’s wash first. It will change after you wash it.

I thought so and opened the bathroom door.

“Uh? What.”

And Evan was there. Healthy abs, a straight jawline, and a cock that shakes heavily under wet hair. I inadvertently looked over his whole body and then said as I closed the shower door.

“Mi-sorry!”

My face was hot and didn’t cool down. His head was hot, and the shape of Evan’s cock kept appearing in front of his eyes. It was much thicker and longer than Evan’s cock in my dreams. At that time, when I was hit by Evan in my dream, I felt the pleasure that my head would fly off, but what would happen if I got hit by a stick like that?

I felt my stomach rumble and squeezed my stomach. The body heated up, but quickly cooled as if the flames were dying out. But the images stuck in my head were never erased. Evan’s huge cock. And the nasty look of Wolf that I saw then.

Evan had curvy abs and a clean jawline. He was staring at me with a wet face, and his penis was huge.

No matter how I thought about it, I had no choice but to compare it to Wolf.

It was because the filthy figure of Wolf who greeted me naked at that time kept trying to compare me next to Evan in my memory. Compared to Evan, his body was as good as that of a pot-bellied drunkard.

The lips and double-layered chin looked messy and sparse like pig hair.

Wolf’s genitals were hanging loosely with his head sticking out between his fleshy thighs.

All elements floated in comparison to Evan, and disappeared with a disgusted scream.

“It’s not… ! Really, really, this isn’t… !”

I loved Wolf. I couldn’t swear I still loved him, but I was confident that my love for Wolf would be above Evan’s.

I was confident that the memories I spent with Wolf and the extreme adventures I had experienced in the Pandemonium were wonderful memories that would not fade because of the slightly ugly appearance he showed me.

“Love you. Wolf.”

I called out Wolf’s name again. My heart was still beating every time I called your name. Sat down in the kitchen, I called out Wolf’s name once again, albeit slightly, but I felt no emotion.

“No, it can’t be…”

I couldn’t believe I was thinking this.

For me, sex was a feeling far removed from love.

I believed in love, not sex.

Holding hands while taking a walk and having a happy time sharing small laughs. Two people roasting and eating meat together in the open air, and running a horse along an endless field.

Watching Wolf grow old slowly while watching the children who have grown up actively.

I believed that that was love.

But I couldn’t admit that the memories I wanted to make with him, and the memories I’d made with him so far, were being pushed back simply because of the size of my penis and my appearance.

I couldn’t believe that such a vulgar, lewd love occupied my center.

“It’s not…”

But whenever I made that resolution in my heart, Millia’s voice kept ringing in my head.

[I thought it might not be. Have you really never tried it? Do you really think we controlled all of this? Who were you thinking of? What did you dream about being hurt by someone?]

It was as if Milia had appeared in front of me and she was talking to me directly. She was doing her ballroom dance, fluttering her own skirt lightly in her graceful posture. She was alone in her light, and I sat in her chair, facing her Milia in her darkness.

There, I had no choice but to answer like this.

“No.”

Milia then twisted her head and smiled, then she whispered in my ear as she danced more lively.

[You really have no idea? Really?]

Love is inexplicable. We could only guess who we loved based on the signals our bodies gave us. Seeing Evan makes my heart race. When I saw Evan’s naked body, I was more excited than anything else, and whenever I heard Evan’s voice, I was dazed.

“I am… I have no idea.”

All evidence pointed to Evan, but I ignored the mark my heart pointed to. Because that wasn’t the right reason. It was a fake emotion created by some evil devil’s trickery.

[I have no feelings, you can’t have such a dream.]

But when I said that, Milia laughed and said this again.

“It’s all manipulation. It’s all manipulation. I know it’s a feeling you created.”

When I said that and pushed Millia away, her body disappeared like smoke, and the devil’s whispers reverberated in my ears.

[You’re doubting it too. The fact is that we may not have manipulated it.]

I couldn’t answer that question, so I had no choice but to sit on the floor and wrap my head around it.

“Love you.”

Both in my mind and out of my body, I had to bang my head on the table and pray to my feelings.

“Love you. Wolf.”

Calling Wolf’s name over and over again, I hope that the love that has cooled will come back. So I prayed that he would teach me that this strange feeling that was dominating my heart was fake.

Because sex to me was an emotion that was far from love.

Because I believed in love, not sex.