Blossom

If earlier I was just concerned with how big it was, now my anxiety is heightened by the realization that it is much larger than I had anticipated. I backed away, and my elbow was the only thing that supported me. I was not sure I would be ready to take it inside me. I was afraid I would be torn apart.

"Oh god!" However, he dragged my legs toward him and then carefully inserted the tip inside my tight entrance. I kicked him, but I couldn't make him move, so he locked my legs up once again.

"Please don't put it in there! Don't even think about it! Ahh— " As he entered the tip, my whole body trembled. The pain was intense, and I bit my hand to keep from crying out. All I hoped was that the maids didn't hear me.

"If you genuinely don't want to, you should put up a stronger fight against me."

It took a lot of willpower for me to eventually let go and cover my mouth with both hands because I didn't want to sound like a child crying, only to complain that it hurt.

"I-It stings. I-It burns." The tears didn't stop falling as he entered me deeper. I wrapped my legs around him, but it didn't even help to alleviate the discomfort.

"Shhh." He wiped the tears from my eyes and didn’t move. "Only half of it has entered yet, and this is already your reaction. What if I put it all in? I feel like you are going to kill me then."

What the hell? Does he want to kill me? I don’t know if I can still walk tomorrow. I calmed my breathing because he wasn’t moving and was just kissing my cheek and neck. He didn't attempt to kiss my lips. Which part of me should endure the most? Was it at the part when we didn't kiss, or the part where he was entering me?

I grabbed the pillow next to me and placed it on my face, biting it with my teeth. I didn't want him to see the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I already put the whole thing in." In order to see my tears-soaked face, he yanked the pillow off my face roughly. "At first, it's uncomfortable, but you'll grow accustomed to it. You should avoid covering your face with a pillow because you might suffocate. I want to see your face."

“Asshole! The reason for my tears is not pain; rather, they are tears of frustration. Do you truly despise me in such a way that even kissing is impossible for you?" I really wanted to tell him, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

For a while, he only moved slowly since it was still uncomfortable, but I quickly became obsessed with tracking his every motion and touch. And I can't deny that it's an incredible feeling. It is true what my friends have said: at first, it will be really painful, but you will eventually attain paradise.

"Oh.. Ah.. right .."

“You’re sucking me in. It's hard to pull it out.” He was already lifting my dress so that I could leave it out on my body. And when he finally removed it, he pulled my two hands and his thrust became faster and his slam on my body also increased. Only my snarl and the smacking of our bodies could be heard in the space between us.

"The way your breast jingles makes me want to bite you even more."

He leaned up close to me, putting one of my legs on his shoulder, and then licked the side of my neck with his tongue. To begin with, he only sniffed it, then gradually licked it and eventually sucked it.

When he stepped away from me, he grabbed one of my breasts. I looked into his eyes, they seemed to be in another world. He wrapped his arms around my waist and began to decrease his movement.

"I'm cumming."

Every thrust he gave me brought back memories of his mistress. I'm curious whether they were as active as this. I believe he did the same thing to his mistress, and he mistook me for Erin.

Until I came to the realization that I was already sobbing. "I despise you. I hate your mistress to no end. I detest each and every one of you."

The moment I spoke those words, I felt a hot liquid rush into my stomach and arched my back in response. My eyes welled up with tears as a wake of what he had done.

"Damn it! Don't cry while letting out a lovely voice. I might not be able to control myself." He pushed harder this time, and he kissed my neck the whole time. "I'm cumming again."

“Ahh ..! Oooh.” I groaned and moaned because I'm feeling like I'm at the end of my end as well.

I take a deep breath and he fires his semen into my brim for the second time in as many minutes.

“Do you hate me?” he asked me.

I spoke to him before falling asleep, my eyelids heavy with slumber. "It's a lot more than you think. If you don't want me to murder your mistress, you should get rid of her as soon as possible."

"But I waited for you," I heard him whisper.

Nonetheless, I was too drained — physically, emotionally — I didn’t catch whatever he said after my last words. My body felt too heavy, too sore, and my mind was already slipping into the fog of sleep.

But just before I blacked out completely, I felt his arm wrap around me, warm and steady. His hand rested on my stomach, and his breath, soft against the back of my neck, chased away the cold creeping over me.

That warmth... It made me want to believe — even if just for a second — that maybe things could go back to the way I used to dream they’d be. Maybe this broken version of us could still be fixed.

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to ruin the peace of this moment, even if it was built on chaos.

If only it could stay like this… quiet, steady, close.

But reality had a way of always catching up.

So I made a silent promise to myself, one I didn’t dare say out loud — not even to him.

Just 100 days.

That was all I would be giving him.

If nothing change... if I still feel like I was the only one trying, the only one breaking in pieces — then I would know it was time to walk away.

For good.