"Oh Michelle, you've already had a long araw as is. I was excited when you told me you’d be staying in Los Angeles for the weekend because of your job. But you haven’t spent any time with me! You must be exhausted.”
A much younger Kyung-ha rolled her spry eyes with a tiny scoff. “If Madam Constantine needs me somewhere, I go to that somewhere first.” She walked inside the rather flattering house owned sa pamamagitan ng the man in front of her, hanging her work amerikana on the clothes puno sa pamamagitan ng the mahogany dome-shaped entrance. Her accent was much madami heavy and difficult to understand, but she found it to be good practice when visiting The United States for the first time. She looked exactly like Yoon, with the exception that she was much madami muscular and taller with a slight difference in cheek structure. Her luxurious hair was separated into two buns, sheltered sa pamamagitan ng a traditional bonnet-like material. She wore her royal blue uniform that allowed enough access to ilipat and fight as she pleased since her form of defense was her own hands.
The gentleman leaning against the staircase had met Kyung-ha during his work shift in South Korea. He was actually an international teacher that taught English there every Summer, and so happened to be interviewed sa pamamagitan ng her when a supernatural incident struck his school. He was bravo enough to ask the young woman on a date, and his ability to speak English and Korean almost fluently had caught her attention. He had unknowingly started to grow on her with each tsaa petsa they had, where she learned something new about the English language and the English world she had yet to visit at the time. In fact, it was from him where her English nickname ‘Michelle’ originated. He sinabi it suited her and was much madami easy and friendly to pronounce if she ever visited Western lands.
“I know, I know, buuuuuut I thought we could have some time to ourselves sugarplum, that’s all.” The man that went sa pamamagitan ng the name of George said, inching closer to her lover.
“Me no kaakit-akit with sugker.” Kyung-ha mispronounced with crossed arms.
“Sugar.” He corrected with a light-hearted chuckle, placing a halik on her soft cheeks. He wasn’t much taller than her either, measuring a 5’8 in his good days. But to Kyung-ha, that was enough considering no man in her village she knew measured that much.
It was Kyung-ha’s turn to roll her eyes again, nudging him off her. “I busy, I have papers to write up.” She escaped George’s hug with relative ease, going up the marbled staircase whose luxury and beauty always seemed to amaze the young agent. She wasn’t surprised to find the brunette man following her up the stairs and into the main dormitory.
“You know, I was thinking…” George began again. “I think you should ilipat in here with me. And then we can maybe start… planning to expand our rooms. If we want to paint one kulay-rosas and the other blue.” He gently closed the door behind them.
“Eh? What you mean? Me already live here, no? Sometimes. Why expand rooms, room big enough as is. kulay-rosas ugly color.” Kyung-ha argued, tossing her lalagyan on the smaller tables near their California King-sized kama to sort out some papers. She hated to admit it was sometimes madami comfortable than her mat in her one-roomed home.
“W-Well, yes dear but I meant like… You live here with me. Permanently. Getting you an American passport and moving all your things from Seoul to here. Then we can start planning the rooms for our kids and maybe even ilipat out if we have to since I don’t think there’s a school nearby. Can’t have kids and not send them to school, right? Haha.”
Kyung-ha cringed at the words she heard from behind her. It almost made her stern expression soften into something similar to anxiety. “M-Me say me no want kids. Me too busy for kids. Me no leave my tahanan for… for burgers and traffic.” She summarized what she had experienced in only three days of her experience in California. “You should come to Korea instead. Me have my job there.”
George sighed. “Michelle, I know you’re scared.” He said, already had brought up the topic of kids before. Though he was surprised this time it didn’t result in a foot in his face like last time. “You’re going to be a great mother. I know all five kids of ours would pag-ibig to know their mother is a badass fighter and a good cook too. I think they’ll excuse your cold shoulder for it as well. I mean, I did.” He joked.
Kyung-ha gulped. F-Five? She thought to herself, her eye unconsciously twitching at the thought of that many crying babies. Diapers. Food. Money. All with potentially equal cold personalities like hers. “Oi, me no wanna talk about this now.” The feisty woman shook her hand dismissively. “Me has reports of shapeshifter to take care of.”
“Michelle… You’re doing it again. You can’t keep setting aside this important discussion. I want you to ilipat in with me. I want to have kids with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” But his brows furrowed softly. “But you seem to prioritize your job over your own family. I mean, you didn’t even come to last night’s reservations I made at that Italian restaurant.”
“I busy at work!” She exclaimed, not finding it necessary to explain that her time with Constantine was madami important. “I made that italian yellow cheese box for you anyways!”
George sighed, rubbing at his brows. “Kraft Macaroni and Cheese is not the same thing. That’s fake food.”
“All people eat here is fake food.” Kyung-ha sinabi over her shoulder. “My team needed backup, so I had to stay longer shift, oke? Deal with it, it no the end of the world. We go to Italian restaurant some other day.” She heard the man behind him scoff, which made her nose crinkle in disbelief. “What, eh? Me wrong? Or you just crybaby?”
George was used to Kyung-ha’s insults sa pamamagitan ng now, realizing that was her rather unique way of ipinapakita affection. He knew she was a tough woman, which is what he loved about her. Much tougher than him. “You’re unnecessarily rude sometimes. It’s kind of a turn off.” He commented.
“Turn off?” Kyung-ha’s brows wrinkled. “What, I lightbulb supposed to turn on? You no pag-ibig me anymore? You wanna leave me? Then leave, if you want. Because I lightbulb, right?”
“See! There you go again! You think the entire world revolves around you. You’re putting words in my mouth.” He sighed. “All I’m saying is… you need to take a break. You’re putting too much care in a particular area which is your job. One araw you’re going to overwork yourself and lose awareness of your surrounding––”
“I keep sharp eye on my surroundings! Me cares about everything, because me pays attention. ”
“But what about me, huh? It doesn’t seem like you care for me or the future we may have. Our son’s gonna be wondering where’s her mother when you spend 24/7 killing monsters! How am I supposed to tell him that?”
“We just no tell them anything! They can’t know, or else they hate me!”
“You can’t keep your life a secret. They’ll hate you for THAT.”
“Yes me can, me can do anyting! I have to! For protection!”
“No, no you can’t.” George scratched behind his head in deep thought. He was clearly worried about the future.
“If you want kids so badly, go marry rabbit or something!” Kyung-ha scolded. “I no have time to think about this, I need focus on shape-shifter loose in towndown!”
”Downtown.” He corrected again. “I can’t believe you care madami about a stupid monster than a possible child. It’s not even that you don’t want it, you’re just scared for some reason. I know you are.”
“Me? Scared of puny baby with wrinkly hands and rubber bones? HAH!” Kyung-ha laughed.
“What you need is motherhood to take you away from all of this. To give you a sense of… well… everything your job lacks. Humanity. I don’t see how you’d prefer stabbing another goblin than baking sugar cookies with your daughter for Christmas! We’ll take them to the park every week and have ice cream for dessert! It’ll lift some stress off you and I think you’ll learn alot about them. So will I.”
“What me have to learn from little babies, eh? How chew food? Having baby will just be waste of time and money. No time to take care of them and--”
“I’ll volunteer to be a stay-at-home dad! So you can continue your work. I’ll do all the cooking and the cleaning and you won’t have to worry about a thing. You can do both things you pag-ibig at the same time. It’s a genius idea!”
“No, your ideas all stupid! I sinabi I NO WANT BABY! Not now, not later, not EVER!”
“And why is that?! There’s no reason for you to not want one! If you’re scared about the process we can just adopt! Our pag-ibig for them would be the same.”
“Eh? You no think I’d pag-ibig my baby? If I had it, of course I would pag-ibig it. But I no want it.”
“--huh? No! That’s not what I sai--.” George came to a pause in realization. “Oh my gosh… That’s the problem. That you’ll pag-ibig it. Are you scared that you’re going to pag-ibig them? That you’ll just lower all your defenses and somehow be weak? Having a baby won’t do any of that! In fact I’d argue it would make you stronger. It won’t turn you soft or deflect your career.”
“I no weak because of stupid baby! I want to be a Constable, not a mother!”
“You can be both!”
“No, not be both perfectly! I do everything perfectly with precision. I can’t do both of them with precision, oke?! Why you no understand that?! You want baby so bad, go raise some chicken eggs! I refuse to bring baby into this terrible world!"
“Terrible world?! Your job has made you think that way! So negatively!”
“It’s no negative, it’s reality! I no bring kids into this world just for them to die.”
“That’s why they’ll have a badass mother to protect them! You’ll be there for them!”
“No! Because if I do that means I have to quit job!”
“What’s so wrong with that?! I can provide for us both.”
“I no want you to provide, I am independent! I provide for myself! This job is my life. Why you no understand I want this life?! I no want another life where I am stuck changing diapers at home. I no want to raise children that I’ll be ashamed of. I no want to raise child––PERIOD. Kids should have parents who want them, I no want them.”
“But I want them. Can you at least consider it?! Aghh-- you’re so selfish! Having a family and moving here would absolutely do nothing to your reputation.”
“You no know that.”
“....You know what? Forget what I said, I’m done with this conversation. Sorry I interrupted your stupid work. I’ll leave you and your shapeshifter alone.” He shook his head, mumbling something to himself while making his way to the door.
Kyung-ha cursed to herself in Korean. He was clearly in the wrong here, and yet she hated whenever he got mad at her when there was no good reason behind it. Not wanting children shouldn’t come between their pag-ibig for each other. And with this in mind, she internally punched herself in the face. To George’s surprise, he found two small hands cupping his wrist and tugging him from behind.
Kyung-ha awkwardly stood there behind him. Though her expression was one of annoyance, she didn’t want to leave things off the way it ended. “I….I’m… sewrry.” She wasn’t really the type to apologize. “I no want you mad at me. Not that I care, but still.”
“You what?” George’s head tilted slightly, his frustrated expression melting away while finding Kyung-ha’s mispronunciation rather cute. “I couldn’t quite hear you.” He laughed.
This made Kyung-ha’s cheeks redden only slightly, but it was quickly diluted when she tugged at his ears and instead screamed into them. “I SAY I SORRY! ...stupid.” Kyung-ha grumbled to herself, only to stiffen immediately after when she found George’s hands wandering around her curvaceous body. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes in slight displeasure upon the uneven kisses she received on her neck. But because she felt bad telling her husband about his rather… weak game, she stayed quiet to preserve the little confidence he had left.
“Is my little Kitty saying she’s wrong?” He whispered into her ear. “Apologizing for her misbehavior?”
Kyung-ha internally gagged at her nickname, still finding her lover’s different forms of roleplay odd. Especially some that made her tanong his sexuality. But for the most part, it seemed like she was playing with a child; pretending to be a nurse and patient, a submissive cat and owner, a maid and master, or his personal favorite––a student and teacher. She decided to shut him up sa pamamagitan ng placing a ruthless halik against his lips, her flexible tongue enveloping in his to avoid him saying another stupid word. If he was happy, that meant she could peacefully continue with her work. And if she could continue with her work, that meant she'd just get better and better at it enough to impress her fellow agents even more.
And though one would think his ideas in kama would be grand due to his kinks, it usually ended in the same boring missionary position as always with only one of them being satisfied.
“Ahhh, y-yes, you like that?” George asked while hovered over a naked Kyung-ha enveloped in sheets.
“Huh?” Kyung-ha blinked, momentarily distracted sa pamamagitan ng her thoughts about the future. She was a puppet impaled sa pamamagitan ng her puppet master this time. “Oh, um.. Yes.” She nodded untruthfully, and instead shoved the face above her between her breasts so that he wouldn’t have to witness her bad acting. It didn’t seem like he minded though, and the every-now-and-then effort he did push to please her would evoke a quiet moan. Kyung-ha would fake madami moans the closer she saw him release, stroking his sweaty head absent-mindedly.
“D-Did y-you f-finish?” He stammered, his grinding coming to slow while sloppily halik the small woman below her.
“Yes.” Kyung-ha nodded again. “You are very rough and naughty and, um, wild lion. Make me go crazy.” She stroked his ego with a “A for Effort” pat on his cheek. The few times she did enjoy herself with him was whenever she was slightly intoxicated and cared enough to take over for her own pleasure. In fact, sometimes she found madami satisfaction impaling her partner than the other way around.
“Heh…” He kissed her again, his hands instinctively groping her breasts and placing a small halik on them as well. “You’re quite small. I w-went easy on you, it was hard to hold back.” He chuckled.
“Oi, really?” Kyung-ha acted surprised. She rolled her eyes and eventually placed a small halik on George’s cheek since she couldn’t deny she didn’t have any feelings for him at all. His attempts were rather cute. He definitely showed his pag-ibig through words rather than actions.
“I’m going to take a s-shower. Wanna join?”
“Maybe later.” Kyung-ha managed to smile up at him.
“Suit yourself, you’re missing out.” He returned her smile. “Michelle… think about what I sinabi earlier, will you?”
Though hesitant, the woman nodded. “I will.” And as she watched him get off the kama with a sheet wrapped around the lower half of his body, she couldn’t help but slap her forehead. What am I doing? Kyung-ha waited until the bathroom door shut and she heard the paliguan run. She finally released a long sigh, her eyes darting around the room in curiosity while snuggling herself into bed. She didn’t want to think about the future. She didn’t want to think about the possibility of having children. And she was planning on doing exactly that: not think about it. And so when she was sure Geroge had entered the shower, Kyung-ha swiftly rolled to the right-side end of the mattress, her hands reaching to pull out the mahogany drawer of her nightstand. There, her eyes gleamed at the sight of her black, vibrating friend that she retrieved. Easing the small, curved rod between her legs, she turned it on and arched her head back with a satisfied expression. She released silent but shrilling moans, her thoughts inevitably filling up with different people. Most of the time it was her lover. Sometimes other male partners in her work. And sometimes never to be admitted, Constantine.
A much younger Kyung-ha rolled her spry eyes with a tiny scoff. “If Madam Constantine needs me somewhere, I go to that somewhere first.” She walked inside the rather flattering house owned sa pamamagitan ng the man in front of her, hanging her work amerikana on the clothes puno sa pamamagitan ng the mahogany dome-shaped entrance. Her accent was much madami heavy and difficult to understand, but she found it to be good practice when visiting The United States for the first time. She looked exactly like Yoon, with the exception that she was much madami muscular and taller with a slight difference in cheek structure. Her luxurious hair was separated into two buns, sheltered sa pamamagitan ng a traditional bonnet-like material. She wore her royal blue uniform that allowed enough access to ilipat and fight as she pleased since her form of defense was her own hands.
The gentleman leaning against the staircase had met Kyung-ha during his work shift in South Korea. He was actually an international teacher that taught English there every Summer, and so happened to be interviewed sa pamamagitan ng her when a supernatural incident struck his school. He was bravo enough to ask the young woman on a date, and his ability to speak English and Korean almost fluently had caught her attention. He had unknowingly started to grow on her with each tsaa petsa they had, where she learned something new about the English language and the English world she had yet to visit at the time. In fact, it was from him where her English nickname ‘Michelle’ originated. He sinabi it suited her and was much madami easy and friendly to pronounce if she ever visited Western lands.
“I know, I know, buuuuuut I thought we could have some time to ourselves sugarplum, that’s all.” The man that went sa pamamagitan ng the name of George said, inching closer to her lover.
“Me no kaakit-akit with sugker.” Kyung-ha mispronounced with crossed arms.
“Sugar.” He corrected with a light-hearted chuckle, placing a halik on her soft cheeks. He wasn’t much taller than her either, measuring a 5’8 in his good days. But to Kyung-ha, that was enough considering no man in her village she knew measured that much.
It was Kyung-ha’s turn to roll her eyes again, nudging him off her. “I busy, I have papers to write up.” She escaped George’s hug with relative ease, going up the marbled staircase whose luxury and beauty always seemed to amaze the young agent. She wasn’t surprised to find the brunette man following her up the stairs and into the main dormitory.
“You know, I was thinking…” George began again. “I think you should ilipat in here with me. And then we can maybe start… planning to expand our rooms. If we want to paint one kulay-rosas and the other blue.” He gently closed the door behind them.
“Eh? What you mean? Me already live here, no? Sometimes. Why expand rooms, room big enough as is. kulay-rosas ugly color.” Kyung-ha argued, tossing her lalagyan on the smaller tables near their California King-sized kama to sort out some papers. She hated to admit it was sometimes madami comfortable than her mat in her one-roomed home.
“W-Well, yes dear but I meant like… You live here with me. Permanently. Getting you an American passport and moving all your things from Seoul to here. Then we can start planning the rooms for our kids and maybe even ilipat out if we have to since I don’t think there’s a school nearby. Can’t have kids and not send them to school, right? Haha.”
Kyung-ha cringed at the words she heard from behind her. It almost made her stern expression soften into something similar to anxiety. “M-Me say me no want kids. Me too busy for kids. Me no leave my tahanan for… for burgers and traffic.” She summarized what she had experienced in only three days of her experience in California. “You should come to Korea instead. Me have my job there.”
George sighed. “Michelle, I know you’re scared.” He said, already had brought up the topic of kids before. Though he was surprised this time it didn’t result in a foot in his face like last time. “You’re going to be a great mother. I know all five kids of ours would pag-ibig to know their mother is a badass fighter and a good cook too. I think they’ll excuse your cold shoulder for it as well. I mean, I did.” He joked.
Kyung-ha gulped. F-Five? She thought to herself, her eye unconsciously twitching at the thought of that many crying babies. Diapers. Food. Money. All with potentially equal cold personalities like hers. “Oi, me no wanna talk about this now.” The feisty woman shook her hand dismissively. “Me has reports of shapeshifter to take care of.”
“Michelle… You’re doing it again. You can’t keep setting aside this important discussion. I want you to ilipat in with me. I want to have kids with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” But his brows furrowed softly. “But you seem to prioritize your job over your own family. I mean, you didn’t even come to last night’s reservations I made at that Italian restaurant.”
“I busy at work!” She exclaimed, not finding it necessary to explain that her time with Constantine was madami important. “I made that italian yellow cheese box for you anyways!”
George sighed, rubbing at his brows. “Kraft Macaroni and Cheese is not the same thing. That’s fake food.”
“All people eat here is fake food.” Kyung-ha sinabi over her shoulder. “My team needed backup, so I had to stay longer shift, oke? Deal with it, it no the end of the world. We go to Italian restaurant some other day.” She heard the man behind him scoff, which made her nose crinkle in disbelief. “What, eh? Me wrong? Or you just crybaby?”
George was used to Kyung-ha’s insults sa pamamagitan ng now, realizing that was her rather unique way of ipinapakita affection. He knew she was a tough woman, which is what he loved about her. Much tougher than him. “You’re unnecessarily rude sometimes. It’s kind of a turn off.” He commented.
“Turn off?” Kyung-ha’s brows wrinkled. “What, I lightbulb supposed to turn on? You no pag-ibig me anymore? You wanna leave me? Then leave, if you want. Because I lightbulb, right?”
“See! There you go again! You think the entire world revolves around you. You’re putting words in my mouth.” He sighed. “All I’m saying is… you need to take a break. You’re putting too much care in a particular area which is your job. One araw you’re going to overwork yourself and lose awareness of your surrounding––”
“I keep sharp eye on my surroundings! Me cares about everything, because me pays attention. ”
“But what about me, huh? It doesn’t seem like you care for me or the future we may have. Our son’s gonna be wondering where’s her mother when you spend 24/7 killing monsters! How am I supposed to tell him that?”
“We just no tell them anything! They can’t know, or else they hate me!”
“You can’t keep your life a secret. They’ll hate you for THAT.”
“Yes me can, me can do anyting! I have to! For protection!”
“No, no you can’t.” George scratched behind his head in deep thought. He was clearly worried about the future.
“If you want kids so badly, go marry rabbit or something!” Kyung-ha scolded. “I no have time to think about this, I need focus on shape-shifter loose in towndown!”
”Downtown.” He corrected again. “I can’t believe you care madami about a stupid monster than a possible child. It’s not even that you don’t want it, you’re just scared for some reason. I know you are.”
“Me? Scared of puny baby with wrinkly hands and rubber bones? HAH!” Kyung-ha laughed.
“What you need is motherhood to take you away from all of this. To give you a sense of… well… everything your job lacks. Humanity. I don’t see how you’d prefer stabbing another goblin than baking sugar cookies with your daughter for Christmas! We’ll take them to the park every week and have ice cream for dessert! It’ll lift some stress off you and I think you’ll learn alot about them. So will I.”
“What me have to learn from little babies, eh? How chew food? Having baby will just be waste of time and money. No time to take care of them and--”
“I’ll volunteer to be a stay-at-home dad! So you can continue your work. I’ll do all the cooking and the cleaning and you won’t have to worry about a thing. You can do both things you pag-ibig at the same time. It’s a genius idea!”
“No, your ideas all stupid! I sinabi I NO WANT BABY! Not now, not later, not EVER!”
“And why is that?! There’s no reason for you to not want one! If you’re scared about the process we can just adopt! Our pag-ibig for them would be the same.”
“Eh? You no think I’d pag-ibig my baby? If I had it, of course I would pag-ibig it. But I no want it.”
“--huh? No! That’s not what I sai--.” George came to a pause in realization. “Oh my gosh… That’s the problem. That you’ll pag-ibig it. Are you scared that you’re going to pag-ibig them? That you’ll just lower all your defenses and somehow be weak? Having a baby won’t do any of that! In fact I’d argue it would make you stronger. It won’t turn you soft or deflect your career.”
“I no weak because of stupid baby! I want to be a Constable, not a mother!”
“You can be both!”
“No, not be both perfectly! I do everything perfectly with precision. I can’t do both of them with precision, oke?! Why you no understand that?! You want baby so bad, go raise some chicken eggs! I refuse to bring baby into this terrible world!"
“Terrible world?! Your job has made you think that way! So negatively!”
“It’s no negative, it’s reality! I no bring kids into this world just for them to die.”
“That’s why they’ll have a badass mother to protect them! You’ll be there for them!”
“No! Because if I do that means I have to quit job!”
“What’s so wrong with that?! I can provide for us both.”
“I no want you to provide, I am independent! I provide for myself! This job is my life. Why you no understand I want this life?! I no want another life where I am stuck changing diapers at home. I no want to raise children that I’ll be ashamed of. I no want to raise child––PERIOD. Kids should have parents who want them, I no want them.”
“But I want them. Can you at least consider it?! Aghh-- you’re so selfish! Having a family and moving here would absolutely do nothing to your reputation.”
“You no know that.”
“....You know what? Forget what I said, I’m done with this conversation. Sorry I interrupted your stupid work. I’ll leave you and your shapeshifter alone.” He shook his head, mumbling something to himself while making his way to the door.
Kyung-ha cursed to herself in Korean. He was clearly in the wrong here, and yet she hated whenever he got mad at her when there was no good reason behind it. Not wanting children shouldn’t come between their pag-ibig for each other. And with this in mind, she internally punched herself in the face. To George’s surprise, he found two small hands cupping his wrist and tugging him from behind.
Kyung-ha awkwardly stood there behind him. Though her expression was one of annoyance, she didn’t want to leave things off the way it ended. “I….I’m… sewrry.” She wasn’t really the type to apologize. “I no want you mad at me. Not that I care, but still.”
“You what?” George’s head tilted slightly, his frustrated expression melting away while finding Kyung-ha’s mispronunciation rather cute. “I couldn’t quite hear you.” He laughed.
This made Kyung-ha’s cheeks redden only slightly, but it was quickly diluted when she tugged at his ears and instead screamed into them. “I SAY I SORRY! ...stupid.” Kyung-ha grumbled to herself, only to stiffen immediately after when she found George’s hands wandering around her curvaceous body. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes in slight displeasure upon the uneven kisses she received on her neck. But because she felt bad telling her husband about his rather… weak game, she stayed quiet to preserve the little confidence he had left.
“Is my little Kitty saying she’s wrong?” He whispered into her ear. “Apologizing for her misbehavior?”
Kyung-ha internally gagged at her nickname, still finding her lover’s different forms of roleplay odd. Especially some that made her tanong his sexuality. But for the most part, it seemed like she was playing with a child; pretending to be a nurse and patient, a submissive cat and owner, a maid and master, or his personal favorite––a student and teacher. She decided to shut him up sa pamamagitan ng placing a ruthless halik against his lips, her flexible tongue enveloping in his to avoid him saying another stupid word. If he was happy, that meant she could peacefully continue with her work. And if she could continue with her work, that meant she'd just get better and better at it enough to impress her fellow agents even more.
And though one would think his ideas in kama would be grand due to his kinks, it usually ended in the same boring missionary position as always with only one of them being satisfied.
“Ahhh, y-yes, you like that?” George asked while hovered over a naked Kyung-ha enveloped in sheets.
“Huh?” Kyung-ha blinked, momentarily distracted sa pamamagitan ng her thoughts about the future. She was a puppet impaled sa pamamagitan ng her puppet master this time. “Oh, um.. Yes.” She nodded untruthfully, and instead shoved the face above her between her breasts so that he wouldn’t have to witness her bad acting. It didn’t seem like he minded though, and the every-now-and-then effort he did push to please her would evoke a quiet moan. Kyung-ha would fake madami moans the closer she saw him release, stroking his sweaty head absent-mindedly.
“D-Did y-you f-finish?” He stammered, his grinding coming to slow while sloppily halik the small woman below her.
“Yes.” Kyung-ha nodded again. “You are very rough and naughty and, um, wild lion. Make me go crazy.” She stroked his ego with a “A for Effort” pat on his cheek. The few times she did enjoy herself with him was whenever she was slightly intoxicated and cared enough to take over for her own pleasure. In fact, sometimes she found madami satisfaction impaling her partner than the other way around.
“Heh…” He kissed her again, his hands instinctively groping her breasts and placing a small halik on them as well. “You’re quite small. I w-went easy on you, it was hard to hold back.” He chuckled.
“Oi, really?” Kyung-ha acted surprised. She rolled her eyes and eventually placed a small halik on George’s cheek since she couldn’t deny she didn’t have any feelings for him at all. His attempts were rather cute. He definitely showed his pag-ibig through words rather than actions.
“I’m going to take a s-shower. Wanna join?”
“Maybe later.” Kyung-ha managed to smile up at him.
“Suit yourself, you’re missing out.” He returned her smile. “Michelle… think about what I sinabi earlier, will you?”
Though hesitant, the woman nodded. “I will.” And as she watched him get off the kama with a sheet wrapped around the lower half of his body, she couldn’t help but slap her forehead. What am I doing? Kyung-ha waited until the bathroom door shut and she heard the paliguan run. She finally released a long sigh, her eyes darting around the room in curiosity while snuggling herself into bed. She didn’t want to think about the future. She didn’t want to think about the possibility of having children. And she was planning on doing exactly that: not think about it. And so when she was sure Geroge had entered the shower, Kyung-ha swiftly rolled to the right-side end of the mattress, her hands reaching to pull out the mahogany drawer of her nightstand. There, her eyes gleamed at the sight of her black, vibrating friend that she retrieved. Easing the small, curved rod between her legs, she turned it on and arched her head back with a satisfied expression. She released silent but shrilling moans, her thoughts inevitably filling up with different people. Most of the time it was her lover. Sometimes other male partners in her work. And sometimes never to be admitted, Constantine.