PitBabe series2

Willy is an ambitious child like me. This is one of the conclusions I've drawn from our lengthy conversation. We have many similar preferences. Some similar thoughts are so creepy. It's like being undressed. Talking to him was so fun that it made me forget the time. Forget the people around me. I felt like I was drunk even though there was not a drop of alcohol running down my throat. At first glance, I felt as though I had gone back in time to sit and talk to Way again, but over time, Way's image gradually transformed into a mirror placed before me.

 

It's not as fun as you think. I like talking to Willy. But the longer it takes, the more it's almost like talking to a mirror. He talks to me. Sometimes I follow him. He says what I want to hear and agrees with everything I say. It's like a perfect dialogue. However, in the end, it causes no harm. Driving on the road is like being on a treadmill. It feels like moving. But it's still. Not closer to the goal. 

 

The side of the road hasn't changed. It doesn't even come into contact with other cars. He's overtaking. He's the most interesting and empty person I've ever seen.

 

"Do you want to go to the club?" Willy said after the last bottle of beer was lifted entirely. "My team has a regular club. Let's go today. I want to take you to see my team's captain."

 

"Right now?" I looked down at the time on the phone screen. It's midnight now. Thirteen minutes, "I can't stand it, it's late."

 

"It's just midnight?"

"Uh, I've been sleeping early lately."

 

"My shape doesn't look like a person who sleeps early."

"Charlie wants you to go to bed early. If I stay up too late, I'll start lecturing about the results affecting physical and mental health from staying up late"

 

"Charlie is a nerd," Willy laughed in his throat before muttering softly, "Just imagine. It's boring."

 

"But it's right. I'm an athlete; I have to take care of my health. You too. Don't think it's a child. It can be as messy as it is."

 

"Spoke by someone sloppy before," Willy made a face. This is one of the examples. Of the behaviour that leads me to conclude he is too similar to me. "Because I've been there before, I can speak."

 

"There must be many more things that I have done before me." The foreign boy smiled. This smile. Looks like a child who doesn't know how to try to be an adult, also known as the sun. "If you want to teach, you can teach to the fullest. Let me be a disciple."

 

This kid is like me in many ways and completely different from Charlie. If Willy is a child who is trying to be an adult, Charlie would be an adult trapped in a child's body.

 

"It's unlikely," I chuckled. "I'm closed for my disciples."

"Why... I used to have it, can't I accept it again?"

 

No, the last soft drink is not as fizzy as it was when I first opened the bottle. The ice in the glass melts, diluting all the freshness. There is only sugar mixed with water. This should be. It's a sign that I should stop adding sugar to my bloodstream. "One is that I'm lazy. The second is that I intend to teach only one person in my whole life."

 

"Mom, did you save the subject...."

 

And that's three, "I want to end this conversation. And I want this little boy to go home to eat and sleep before I have to call your parents to pick you up. "If you say that my boyfriend is boring, let me hear it again. I will call. Tell your mother that you secretly suck Japanese, okay?" Because I can't stand this bastard anymore.

 

"Jeff," I walked over to say hello to Jeff, who was sitting and watching an old man trying to arrange the bodies by the pool. And that's what it means; I can arrange no more than five and fall, because alone, just sitting up straight. That drunk brother still can't do it. "What did he do?"

 

"Build a building for me," Jeff replied in a flat voice. The child knelt and stared at Alan during the game. The building collapsed even though he knew that, in that condition, the captain could not do it anyway.

 

A drunk man is holding on to a wooden block with a grumpy expression. He refuses to speak. Next to him, another young boy is sitting to encourage him. He also refused to open his mouth to say anything. The image I see now is amusing. But it is undeniable that it makes me understand why Alan is happy when he is with Jeff. And Jeff seems to feel no different. 

 

Both of them strangely trust and understand each other in a language that others do not comprehend, which is the most important thing. It's the only reason people are always looking for someone: there are many people in the world. Both arrogant and stupid, it would be too much to expect the whole world to understand us in that way. Many people only need someone who understands what they want to say, even if it's not arranged in the correct sentences and uses strange words. There is a peculiar word that always means it. These two people have found someone like that.

 

"Charlie should be in the house," Jeff said without my asking. He didn't even look up to make eye contact with me, staring only at Alan, which gave me the little goosebumps. This kid can only see the future. But why can he do an example and read his mind? Is there anything else I'm not aware of yet? "I saw him sitting alone playing a game just now."

 

"Have you been around for a long time?"

"I think it's an hour."

 

"I didn't call you just now."

"But it's not as long as I'm sitting and talking to Willy."

 

"Are you jealous of me?" Of course, I meant to annoy my nerves. And I didn't expect any big reaction from this dead-faced boy. But even so, when Jeff looked up at me with a flat expression, his eyes seemed to be saying, Let's grow up. It hurts a little bit, too. "Go to Charlie. Please take a look at the old man." Jeff didn't answer anything. Which should mean it was agreed. 

 

I walked away from the pool and entered the house through the next door. It's very late. Each person is scattered in different directions. Kim, North, and Sonic were still sitting on the patio. Jeff and Alan were sitting by the pool. My eyes have chased Willy and a few friends from my team back. Now there is one whom I don't know where he is or what he is doing.

 

Fortunately, that kid is not difficult to find. Just walk into the living room and take a look. Charlie is lying on the sofa. In front of the couch, there is a game joystick. Next to it are about three or four empty beer bottles. That picture made me scratch my head. Because Charlie usually doesn't drink these things. I know he can drink. But I don't like it because he used to say it was smelly and bitter. But today I came back to sit and drink alone secretly. This is a surprising point.

 

"Hey, drunk." I walked to stop in front of the sofa, put my feet up, and piled up beer bottles on the side, then lifted my knees and poked the sleeping drunkard. It looked like Charlie hadn't fallen asleep for a long time. Because I just nudged him gently, he felt himself. "Is it okay? Come and get drunk alone?" Charlie didn't answer. 

 

The drunk boy looked at me as if he were considering who I was. The expression and attitude like that make it quite clear that he was not intoxicated. And if the stove from the amount of beer he drank with Charlie's drinking ability, I can say that this is in the drunk stage, until he forgot the house number without a doubt.

 

"Well, staring in." I couldn't believe that Charlie would suddenly drink until he was so drunk. Since we've been dating, I can only recall seeing him drunk no more than three times. And every time it was because the guys outside tricked him into eating. I didn't mean to drink like this.

 

"Do you remember who this is?"

"Uh..." Charlie let out a soft sound in his throat before raising a delusional smile like a drunk.

 

"This beautiful person"

 

"Yes, beautiful person," I sighed for a long time. Even though I wanted to scold, I couldn't because I knew Charlie wasn't usually like this. And besides, this is a party. It's not wrong to have a drink. Just seeing him like this makes me feel a little strange.

 

Go, get up; the beautiful person will take you home.

"Do the beautiful people know my house, too?"

 

"I know each other often," I replied while trying to pull the young boy up from the sofa. But it was too clumsy because Charlie didn't cooperate at all. Just leave a single example. "Stand well."

 

"How often can you go? My boyfriend is so angry."

"Even if you're drunk, you can still find a problem."

 

"Hmm... But I can't fight."

 

"What else?" Finally, I made him stand up. Even if he poured most of his weight on me, this gesture should be enough to support me to get in the car. It's just a guy who keeps his ear stuck without stopping. When he was drunk, he said, "What are you talking so much, huh?"

 

"You're beautiful, but you can't fight."

"Can't fight anything. Will you challenge me to a punch?"

 

"I can't fight my boyfriend," Charlie said in a chinking voice. He stood so awkwardly that I had to hug him. The glasses tucked his face down to the neck of my neck. The hot breath that blew made me get goosebumps. But now it's not the time to think about it. "My boyfriend.... The most"

 

"What is the most?" Even though I know he's drunk, I can't help but want to know.

"Beautiful, cute, handsome," his answer made me laugh. I don't know. “The most in the world"

 

Whether this is his true heart or if he is just keeping talking because of the influence of alcohol. "King "In most of the world?

 

"Touched... The most in the world"

 

"Charlie" may seem a little strange, but I like it when he talks like this; however, the content may not be enjoyable to listen to. "The curse machine... Thousand horsepower," I can't even speak. Usually, Charlie never says this to me. (But with other people, it's probably not less.) When he was complained about, he only said 'Yes, yes'. Who knows that he looked at me as if I were a horse's insult.

 

"Are you pretending to be drunk and scolding me?"

"Be... Babe"

 

"Sigh"

 

I've given up on talking to him. The voice is hard to hear. The story of talking jumps back and forth. I would be crazy if I came to find information with a drunk person. Therefore, I chose to carry the body of an intoxicated person in the car to go home, even though you can sleep at home or at Alan's. But when there are a lot of people like this, it's like coming to a scout camp. I don't know how to sleep; it's not very comfortable. Besides, I'm still conscious. Taking the drunk boy back to sleep at home should be a better choice.

 

While in the car, Charlie sleeps as usual. He is drunk and sleepy, which is a good advantage because it doesn't cause problems. However, the disadvantage is that he may leave at any time. If you take him to drink somewhere else, you may have to keep an eye on him. However, Charlie usually only drinks when he's at home, so those things aren't a problem.

 

Drunk people move back and forth like they are sleeping uncomfortably. Who can rest comfortably in a supercar? The more you wear a belt, the more uncomfortable it will be. Looking at the furrowed eyebrows, it's not difficult to guess.

 

"Uh..." Charlie made an offending sound before slowly opening his eyelids, unavoidably.

"You're so irritable when you're drunk."

 

"Babe..."

"Well, do you recognise me?"

 

Charlie didn't answer anything. He scanned his eyes and looked around as if he was exploring and organising the events in his head, which would not be much. He still doesn't look good. Repeat, just a little more conscious than just now.

 

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly secretly drink until you were so drunk?"

"No," Charlie replied in a flat voice, "I'm just bored."

 

"Don't hang out with other people?"

"I want to play a game"

 

"Play until you get drunk."

 

"Oh, it's been a long time," Charlie replied. Before closing his eyes again, he lay facing the car window as if to imply that he didn't want to continue the conversation now, which was the second point that made me start to poke Charlie. It's strange. I didn't think of it myself.

 

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Do you want to eat anything? I'll take you to stop by."

"No, I want to go back to sleep."

 

That calm tone began to irritate me. It was very clear that Charlie had something on his mind. But he chose to be quiet instead of saying it directly, even though he had talked about this many times.

 

Many times, almost every time we fight, if it's not because I'm impatient (trying to solve something), it's because he keeps sucking like that. I know that it will make me uncomfortable. But still won't give up this habit for once.

 

"It's okay, don't talk anymore."

 

"Babe, let's drive," he said again. He made a complex sound at me and ignored me again. "I told you not to fight while in the car."

 

"Look at you..."

"Go talk at home," he said when I acted like I didn't want to, and he agreed to turn around and send A serious look that I can't refuse. "I ask for it."

 

Charlie already knows I have to do everything he asks. He likes to think that I'm stubborn. Even if we say it's true, he's the stubborn one. At least more than me. People who are stubborn and want anything must get it. It's him. I didn't even half of him, and he offended me.

 

There was no conversation after that. Charlie sat by the car window, looking at the house and opened the car door as soon as the car stopped. Although he was still staggering a little, he was still able to enter the correct code for the house.

 

"In conclusion, what's wrong?" I opened the topic as soon as I arrived home. I've been patient all the way. And he said to himself, 'I'll talk at home.' So there's no reason for me to wait.

 

Charlie stood still, refusing to look back at my face. He kept bowing his head and sighing. It's as if talking to me is too dull.

 

"Don't sigh at me, Charlie."

"Babe"

 

Probably because my voice is becoming increasingly unpleasant, Charlie has to turn around.

Come back and look at me with those kind of eyes. Mean eyes like I don't like.

 

"Oh! Can we look at each other?"

"Don't be sarcastic"

 

"I'm not being sarcastic, I'm asking." I stared at Charlie's face. Realising that I must have accidentally sent him a squeeze of eyes. However, that's something that can't be helped, given that he remained silent in that manner.

 

"Don't talk, don't talk, don't look at the face, what should I do?"

"So what does Babe want me to answer?"

 

"Then why did you come to ask me? You have to answer me."

"Babe, I'm just bored..."

 

"Don't you talk like I don't know you?" It's annoying every time Charlie tries to lie to me. After going through so many things together, Charlie should know how much his lies have hurt me. Therefore, he continues to push. It may mean that he doesn't care at all about how I feel. "Don't think that only you know me well. It's not hard to guess, Charlie."

 

"Babe, speak to him well."

 

"And when I speak well, do you answer? It has to be like this everywhere to be willing to talk. I have to get angry. I have to be the bad habit all the time." I know that my voice is getting louder and louder. However, it's too difficult to control in situations where emotions are the driving force. 

 

"Why do you like to do things so hard at this time? Every problem is because I talk too much. It's never because you don't want to say anything, right?" Charlie was still silent. I want to believe it even though I said this much. You can still keep your mouth shut. Does he want me to be crazy?

 

"Eh! Yes!" I snorted stiffly, "If you don't want to talk, don't say it. You can be quiet. All the time."

 

After saying that, I immediately walked away because there was no reason to stand and talk alone. It's like a crazy person is here.

 

"Babe... Babe!" Charlie stepped to block me. He pulled my arm vigorously. His face was red. It's like it's about to explode. "No, don't do this."

 

"So what should I do? I won't answer anything if I ask you."

"I'm sorry"

 

"I don't want to hear this word." I know he hates it when I'm loud. And now I don't want to act the way he likes at all. But it's like it's an automatic system that's already embedded in my body and brain. Just Charlie grabs my wrist. Send a little bit of begging eyes. The voice immediately became quieter. It's so annoying that I want to bite my tongue to death. "Answer the question directly, and it will be over."

 

"I don't know how to answer."

"Just tell me how you feel. You're smart about other things. Don't be stupid with this. Can you do it, Charlie?"

"Well, he doesn't know. Babe didn't do anything wrong. I just felt it myself, so I don't know why I said it."

"So what do you feel?"

 

"It's weird.... I don't know, I don't know, Babe." Charlie himself looks frustrated. Not less than himself. In the past, I thought he was a good person who managed his emotions well. He always knew how he felt, what he wanted, and how to deal with it. But this time, he was only distracted. There was no trace of a calm person that I'm familiar with.

 

"So why do you feel... What did I do to make you feel that way?" When discussing the cause, Charlie remained still. I thought deep down, he would know what it was. But because it went against his beliefs, Charlie tried to push it out of his mind. Acting like an ignorant child may be easier than acknowledging certain feelings. For Charlie, it may be like that.

 

"If you tell me, please don't get me wrong."

"Explain to him so that I don't get misunderstood."

 

"Okay... Okay," Charlie took a deep breath, calling himself to his senses and forcing himself to stay in place. After letting me escape for a while, "I love Babe so much. I think Babe knows."

 

"Okay, before talking about anything else, confirm that this is not going to break up."

 

"No, no, no," Charlie's hot pose relieved me. Because I have to admit that opening the sentence 'I love Babe so much' makes the sentence that follows scarier many times. It's like he's using a sandwich technique with me. Like saying good things first, filled with a true heart that hurts, and then ending with a thank you or repeating 'love' to make everything look less violent, or something like that. "Why are you crazy? I don't quit."

 

"Just ask to be sure," Charlie shook his head before continuing.

 

"What I'm going to say is that I love Babe very much. I want Babe to be happy. What Babe likes, what Babe does and is happy, I want Babe to do it. Like today, Babe met Willy. I'm glad that Babe met someone to talk to. There are some new friends besides us, but..."

 

"But?" Charlie was stunned, and I was growing increasingly confused about where the story would go. Because, as far as I heard, there wasn't anything that made Charlie become like this.

 

"... I don't like that Babe is too happy with others... That's not me," just one sentence. Makes me look at Charlie change in the blink of an eye. I didn't think I would hear something like this from the mouth of a person who always seems reasonable, until it's annoying, like Charlie, and he doesn't seem proud of being like this. Charlie is frustrated, ashamed and angry with himself right now. But he didn't realise that he had surpassed my old Charlie.

 

"I know this is not good. I'm stupid, wilful, and selfish. I know, Babe. I'm trying not to think. I don't want to act like a child. But I can't do it. I'm young. I'm just trying to be an adult. I dislike this greatly. But when I see Babe excited when talking to him, Babe smiles, Babe laughs, I'm like I..."

 

It's like I accidentally pressed the button to open Charlie's 'secret box'. He burst out with the uncontrollable feeling in his heart. His voice trembled. Speak only short sentences that are taken together without art.

 

Charlie is spraying everything he feels. He looks nervous, irritable and scared. Looks like a loser who was bullied in the playground next to the school. The condition doesn't look bland. But those stingy people strangely attract me. I realised that I rushed to kiss the sparrow.

 

"Babe", Charlie looked busy. He knew he was getting frustrated, and I was making him so frustrated. "I'm serious."

 

"I know," I replied equally seriously. "Seriously, too."

"Babe didn't even listen to what I said."

 

"I heard, I understand."

"Take it well"

 

"I understand. You're jealous of Willy and me. So what's next?" Charlie said that I was going to accidentally say the words that he didn't want to hear the most, " loser, so he could only make a face. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to argue about something. But no words fell out of his mouth.

 

"For a long time, you will be buzzing at a strange place too."

 

"It's not jealousy." Charlie tried to make a deep voice. His serious posture with red ears makes me want to laugh. But even so, I have to try to hold back. Otherwise, we would have another story. "It's an uncomfortable feeling. When our boyfriend is close to others, or closer to us, talks to others like talking to us, looks at our eyes, smiles, laughs at us..."

 

I looked at his face and wondered how I could make this person like me.

"What are you laughing at?"

 

Even though he is so special, why did he choose to like me?

"No, keep talking good."

 

"Babe, hold back your laughter," Charlie shouted. While I tried my best not to laugh, it didn't work. "Is it funny that I said? I'm serious."

 

"It's not funny, but you're cute."

 

"Huh?" The jealous child made a face, which is understandable. Because now our emotions are opposite. Charlie is frustrated and distracted. While I feel indescribably shallow, "Does Babe mean idiot?"

 

"How can it be cute? Where did you study it from?"

 

"Well, I have a bad habit. I don't like to see Babe happy," Charlie said in a soft voice, his expression looking so offended that it's like you're about to cry. "I'm a bad boyfriend..."

 

"Don't you like that jealousy?"

 

"Jealousy is caused by distrust. It's like I don't trust Babe, and I'm not confident in myself. If you don't trust your boyfriend, you don't trust yourself. Try only to show ownership. How can it be a good relationship? I don't want to own Babe's life. I want to be a good partner."

 

"You rolled the page out of the book."

"In real life, there are many people who can do it."

"So can you do it?"

 

Charlie is silent. He probably doesn't want to answer that he is everything he said. This child must be thinking that he is a terrible person, and may completely forget that He is just a human being. Of course, he is special to me. But I don't expect him to be perfect to be a more special person.

 

"It's okay, Charlie." I held his hand. Looking deep into the eyes that used to hide the other way. "I agree with you. Everything you said, but I can't do it either. I'm more jealous than you. But we can't live together, right?"

 

"Because I am always snobbish"

 

"That's it. It's your turn to be jealous of me. I can also be jealous of you."

"So we won't become a couple who bends each other all the time?"

 

"And in the past, did you see our partner as a different type?"

"Oh..."

 

Charlie nodded slowly as if he had just realised that our relationship was not perfect like anyone else. I know Charlie tried hard to make it the way he dreamed of. I also tried my way. Changed myself in many ways since I started dating him. However, I must acknowledge that we are both beginners on this path. If I put it beautifully, he and I are each other's first love. However, when considering the importance of building relationships in life, I must admit that this is one of the most concerning pairings.

 

"Come here." I pulled Charlie into a hug. He automatically hugged and replied. Charlie seems calmer, a result of my kindness, allowing me to manage him in this version, even though it's usually he who has to take care of me. "One day, we may be like that. But now that you can't do it. It's not uncommon to be jealous. Just let me know how you feel. I'll get the right hand."

 

"I'll try not to be so stupid, I promise."

"Ugh"

 

"Don't you promise, Babe?"

"No, I'm an idiot."

 

Charlie laughed until his body trembled. It was considered a sign of a truce.

"But I'm also shocked that you're jealous of Willy and me." I hugged and looked at his face. "I'm just talking to him. And it's not my style at all. I thought you already knew."

 

"He's young and handsome, too."

"But I don't like children everywhere. Don't talk like I'm a psychopath."

"Well, I talked about F1 with him."

"Well, it looks the same."

 

"I watch. I watch with Babe all the time."

 

"That's right. We've been talking about this for a long time. I'm glad to have met someone who shares my interest. It doesn't mean that I want to talk to him more than you." I smiled because I wanted to, and because he was so cute. Charlie's like this made me more confident that my feelings for him were not a joke, because even when Charlie was angry with himself, I had only thought he was super cute with the glasses. "So what can I tell you? You may see that I was interested in him at first. But after you got up, I realised that Willy was just a child of a coward who was secretly sucking up to his mother."

 

"Really?" Charlie's eyes sparkled as soon as he heard that.

 

"It's true that he doesn't have any ideas of his own. It's like a child who can't think of anything to say. Oh, he keeps following me. After talking for a while, he's out of talking. Because the brain is hollow."

 

"He's so strong."

 

"But it's true," I drew an arm around my boyfriend's neck. The more I think about that child, the prouder I am of Charlie. And proud of my taste in choosing an excellent man. "I prefer to talk to smart people like you."

 

"But Babe likes to say that I don't know anything about it."

"You choose simple things to talk to me."

 

"Okay," Charlie didn't just respond with words, but he sealed the promise at the edge of my mouth, gentle and soft, utterly different from our previous emotional clash. It's like he slowly filled in the feeling that was coming back to the same. Fill clumsily and steadily until it exceeds the original level that used to exist without either of us knowing.

 

"Me, seriously, I think when you're upset, it's sexy."

"Find?" Charlie raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Babe likes something so strange."

 

"What's strange? People's lives need some barbarism."

"I'm just frustrated."

 

"So this time I'm angry," I said with a smile, moving my hand on his upper arm, gently squeezing and stroking awkwardly. Of course, it was the clearest signal. Even a stupid child like Charlie had to recognise it immediately.

 

"Huh?" Charlie reached out to touch my waist. He just put his hands still like that, staring at my face.

 

I was still as if I was waiting to see where I would lead him. But it's wrong. I don't want to be the leader tonight.

 

"Do you know that after you get up, what did Willy do to me?" I squirmed. His ear was soft. Just one sentence, both palms that had been placed still tightened. That was the reaction that told me that I had hit the spot. "It came to sit closer, wrapped around my shoulder, crowding closer than we are now."

 

There is no part of the real thing. I have no way to let others come. That's clumsy. And Charlie knows this. These words are just a stimulant for him. I just want to draw a clear picture in Charlie's head. Let him see what it would be like if I were in someone else's bosom. I want to know how cool a calm person like him can be.

 

"After a while, he moved his hand down to hug my waist. He squeezed... Like you're doing now, no, it's stronger." The image of the imagination is getting clearer and more transparent. That's why I heard Charlie's strong breath. His palms began to go still. It flowed down from the waist to his hips. He pulled me closer... It was so close that I could recognise his heartbeat, which was so strong that my heart accidentally beat along with that rhythm. "You try to open my shirt. It could be a mark."

 

"Babe... Don't make it realistic," Charlie even warned.

Warning, I'm having so much fun that I can't stop."It's true," I whispered in his ear. Charlie tucked his face into my neck, "At You caught it now, Willy has caught it all."

 

"Why are you acting like this?"

"What kind?"

"I can't speak. The words in my head are too rude."

 

I laughed heartily. Even if Charlie didn't say it, I could guess the words in his head. And the more he didn't dare to tell me. It made my body hot. Because I knew full well that I was turning this good boy into a bad guy, whom I used to roast many years ago.

 

"If Willy did more than this, would you say it?"

I deliberately seduced him.

"What else is that bastard doing?"

And he reacted in a better way than I thought.

 

In addition to being a racer, a master's student, a human rights activist, and a nerd. Charlie is also a good actor. At least now that he had made me believe that he was upset. He pulled my arm up the stairs. Squeezed his arm as if to grind my bones with my bare hands. I tried to kiss him many times. But Charlie turned away from him, pressed my mouth and said 'Stop' with a smooth voice. At that moment, I got goosebumps and my belly agitated like there were thousands of small storms swirling inside, which made me want to kiss him even more.

 

Bang!

 

Charlie pushed the bedroom door, pulled me inside and kicked the door with his foot to close it. Before I was the next person to be treated with violence, Charlie grabbed me and slammed me against the door loudly. When my back hit the door, I was so excited that my whole body trembled. But the perpetrator was startled. Charlie looked at my face. Open your eyes wide in shock "It doesn't hurt." I quickly came out first because I knew that this kid must have been shocked by the sound just now.

 

One of the obstacles to having extra intense sex (for the two of us) is that Charlie is always afraid that I will hurt myself too much. He looks at me as a small and delicate human all the time. No matter how big my muscles are, I go to the gym.

 

"Nervous will eat," the scared boy complained, with an irritated tone, until I had to pull him in for a kiss to distract and comfort him and stop worrying about me. Although this is more severe than usual, it is something I asked for myself. That's the one who should let go of it. "Hmm..."

 

It's like my kiss will work. I heard a soft noise in Charlie's throat whilst He tried to strip me off. While our lips were still connected, close to each other. My pants fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. Both the outside and inside. The glasses suddenly popped off. This left the corners of my mouth messy, but he didn't notice. He began to use invasive lips all over my body, the jawline, neck, and the chest under the shirt that was taken up, until reaching the abdomen. And it's not just the lips or tongue like every time. This time, the dog seems itchier than ever. He chased it all over. Causing pain until it hurt, it was hard to startle at many points. But if you tell him to stop, I would be the worst person in the world.

 

"Did you get blood... Bite this much?" I'm teasing while the crazy dog is messing with my naked suspension.

 

"No," Charlie replied in a flat voice. While pressing the kiss on the pelvis, the point where he just used his teeth to snap down with all his strength, now. "Just teasing"

 

"Teasing hard"

"If you do it lightly, complain. If you do it vigorously, you will complain."

 

"Well, it's a big thing."

"Eh, quiet"

 

Believe me, tomorrow this good-natured boy will have to apologise to me for speaking aggressively, but because he is indulging me now, Charlie has agreed to change his mind.

 

And my character satisfies me. I love that Charlie is kind and sweet to me. But because he is so gentle, I sometimes yearn for the aggression he lacks. I like that he always treats me with respect. But sometimes I don't want those things. I want him to be mean to me. No need to touch me with love. Because sometimes just the need is enough to satisfy my instincts.

 

"Is it the bathroom?" Charlie asks an indispensable question: whether in a place or in any situation?

 

"No need", and I answer the same way almost every time. I always prepare my body for these things because I'm aware of my own endless needs. "Bed?"

"Not necessary"

 

I admire Charlie in my heart, even though I don't know how many times tonight. This should be one of the advantages of having a smart boyfriend. That is, he can understand, adapt and learn faster than Charlie knows what I want. His brain takes only a fraction of a second to process, and his body is instructed to see the work with him... I have nothing to worry about.

 

One leg stepped on the floor. The other side is wrapped around the exam's waist. Charlie is strong enough to handle my body in any position. But this time, he will exert more force than usual. My whole body is shaking, both from the feeling he gave me and from the actual force. The door is shaking constantly. It's getting louder and louder. But the two of us don't need to be considerate of anyone. Because it's just the two of us here, it's right to take Charlie home. If you stay at home suddenly tonight, it will be frustrating.

 

"Babe", Charlie whispered in my ear, while other parts were still performing duties continuously and of course, so fiercely that I breathed out of rhythm many times.

 

"Ah... Ugh"

"Do you want me to show you something?"

 

"Right now?" My heart beats faster than before because I don't think Charlie can do more than this now. "Do.... What are you doing?"

 

"Close your eyes"

"What are you doing strangely?"

 

"It's strange."

 

"Okay", I immediately closed my eyes and heard Charlie's chuckle. He must have realised what my question meant. I'm not afraid that he would do anything strange at a time like this. If you do something normal, it's scarier. What will it be like?

 

"Breath in," he ordered softly. I followed it easily before I could feel the warm palms sliding to close my eyes again. "Don't think about anything." Charlie's actions now make it seem like he's going to show some tricks. I was confused and excited, almost out of my mind. Plus, the body was stimulated, and now my head was spinning. But just a few seconds later, Charlie showed me that 'What's the strange thing he intended to do?

 

The palm was slowly postponed. Our bedroom became anyone's bedroom. It can't be known. This place is like an Italian villa I used to open travel videos for Charlie to see, and I want to visit it together one day.

 

It would be nice if we could leave everything behind. Travel to an unfamiliar place, relax, and take in the natural beauty. Rent a local villa in the Italian countryside, take a walk together in the community area, catch the breeze by the lake, and dress in a comfortable cotton shirt. We will cycle around the city together until we get tired and come back to have romantic sex at home. That's the plan I set. Charlie recognised it.

 

"What is this?" I asked him, but Charlie kept messing with my neck. Charlie used to say that it could create hallucinations. This is the first time I've experienced it myself. It's very realistic. Now it's like I'm there. The place I've imagined. A cosy Italian-style house. The wide window on the half arm is like a projection screen of the outside world—the greenery and blue sea. The wind blows through, bringing the dizzying white curtains. The last light of the day comes in. Coating the bedroom wall to be as warm as our two bodies. This is not just a picture. 

 

But it's everything I can recognise. I hear the sound of the waves hitting the shore—the sound of seagulls coming from afar. The sound of the wind blowing was dizzying. The smell of salty steam from the sea. The smell of the sun burning the ground and the grass. Everything is so realistic that I don't want to believe it's just a simulation.

 

"You... Do you look like me?"

"No," Charlie replied in a soft voice, "only Babe who sees it."

 

"Very beautiful"

"I'm glad you like it."

 

The atmosphere around me is so romantic now that I don't want it to end. I want to caress this young man to continue making him happy, as well as himself, who is waiting for a passionate touch from him. The panting grew louder, like a lump in the chest. I only heard the sound of Charlie dancing next to his ears. "Babe, Babe", like that's just one word he pronounced. 

 

The close rhythm made me hug him tighter. Even though I had to separate the concentration to create hallucinations, Charlie still acted without fail until the end of the need.

 

We both gasped heavily. When we got out of the impulse, our legs were weak. I almost fell and sat on the floor. It's good that Charlie grabbed me in time and helped me sit down slowly.

 

"Have you disappeared yet?" Charlie asked. He meant the hallucinations I saw.

 

"Yes," I shook my head slowly, met his eyes, and raised my hand to wipe the sweat on the temple of the talented man.

 

"How did you do it?"

 

"Hallucinations," Charlie replied, moving his face up and kissing his cheek. Then he pursed his lips, as if they were full of fangs. "It can be no more than fifteen minutes. It's worth it." The location is determined to please me tonight. "Well, Papa will stay for less than fifteen minutes."

 

"I'm drunk. Don't expect too much."

I laughed before moving in and put a kiss on his lips instead of a talent reward.

"If the medicine succeeds, will you destroy this one?"

 

"It must be like that," Charlie replied, smiling. "Hallucinations are not good. After using it, I'm more tired than usual. In addition, people who often have hallucinations for a long time are not good for their mental health."

 

"Well... But I'm secretly sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Next, if Babe wants to go anywhere or do something, I'll take it all. Don't rely on hallucinations anymore."

 

"When is this next?"

"After I clear everything, it's over."

 

"I'm old"

 

"It's not true," Charlie laughed. Before moving in to hug, he kissed my cheek repeatedly until he had to turn his head away. But the stubborn guy still followed the kiss without stopping. "It will be over soon. I will have time for Babe to be fully."

 

"Make it real"

"Really?"

 

Charlie's tone became more serious when talking about this. He met my eyes, put his thumb on my lower lip, pretending to insert his finger into my mouth many times, but it came out every time as if deliberately pretending.

 

"Everything I do... It's all for Babe."

 

I understand why he said that. It's normal for Charlie to think of me in everything he decides to do. That's why I try to understand every time he has to divide my time for other things. Even though I want to be with you all the time, I want to do many things together. But if I can't support people who miss, I can fully support them. I must be a bad fan.

 

"Next time it won't be just a hallucination, I promise."

"Well, I'll wait and see."

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Today is another day that I've been in the lab since morning. I intend to bring Babe with me, but he has an appointment with Alan first. It's about an activity organised by X Hunter that will take place during the season. Since Sonic came back, it's like getting the creative brain back. When Alan looked more closely at the promotion plan, Babe had to follow the water. Even though he secretly complained that it was complicated and annoying, he still wanted to do it if everyone else did. Even if it was PitBabe, he couldn't be done anyway.

 

In the morning, I had a meeting with a team of researchers to follow up on the research results. The latest results concluded that the drug is not stable enough. It can temporarily suspend Chen’s function for about five to seven hours. There are also excessive side effects for experimental rats like me. I can say that the symptoms are like hangovers almost all the time, which may not be considered a good result. 

 

Compared to the first drug I experimented with two years ago (during the escape to Uncle Rewal), that drug is considered quite effective. Side effects can hardly stop Chen's function. But there is a problem with too many restrictions, or that P'Touch is called 'self-minded drug' because it chooses to work with only some Chens, which is not considered to meet the objectives of the project I set.

 

“When will Babe come again?” P'Touch asked.

 

"I'm not sure either. After this, he may be busy," I replied while scanning the research summary carefully again. Because I'm not an expert like the others on the team. 

 

Sometimes, the understanding may be wrong, which can be dangerous. We may waste time if I don't understand the research well enough.

 

Does the team have a mess?"

"Yes, promote, call a sponsor, Nanni"

 

"Oops! It means that there will be an opening event."

"I think so."

 

"Let's go with you", P'Touch raised his hand to the end of his arm with an excited gesture. "I want to go see Team X!"

 

"You can go, but Babe forbids me to approach his car."

 

"What!! I just want to take a picture with the car myself!" The researcher's brother was angry. Seeing working in the lab all the time like this, but Touch likes racing enough. Uncle Reval said that part of the reason he agreed to help with this project is that I am a racing driver. He is also a member of Team X.

 

"Because last time I spilt popsicles on his car seat."

 

"Oh..." P'Touch made a soft voice, smiling as if he had just realised what heroism he had done.

 

"But I've already wiped it."

"I'm the one who wiped it. The more I wipe, the messier it is."

 

"Sigh... Even though Babe likes to split his fangs on me. "X Hunter's big fan sits down. It looks sympathetic. But I'll ask you to beg Babe again. I'm afraid that it will annoy you again. With the car, which word does Babe say? I was often scolded when we first dated because I didn't know what we could or couldn't do. However, I now consider it an expert level. There's no easy way to avoid being scolded again.

 

"Eh! I was going to tell you yesterday, but I forgot," Touch said. "My grandchildren will come in today."

 

"That you said you would come to help?"

 

"Yes, I saw Eng saying that he would come in today, so I made an appointment with him today so we can meet."

 

"Yeah, okay," I nodded. "What time will he come?"

"I don't know"

"Hasn't he told you yet?"

 

"I didn't ask," Touch replied with a face, patted my shoulder and walked up to the second floor.

 

I have a lot to say to him. But it's better not to say it. The first-floor lounge is calm again when I'm the only one left. I want to understand the process the research team is going through. Of course, it's not easy for people without a foundation like me. But it's not that they can't learn. And it's not that I don't trust my researchers until I have to sit and study on my own. But I believe that if I didn't jump down with my whole body. 

 

This event would never be completed, whether it's the most complicated or trivial, because it's so small that it doesn't matter. I want to understand it all. Partly because I want this job to be the best, and partly because I want to fulfil my personal need to know everything.

 

While I was focusing on the research results and conducting a lengthy analysis, my phone rang. The screen appeared as Babe's name with a white heart. The background is a picture of the owner, who is making a gesture with his mouth, turning it upside down until it's almost a semicircle. He made a face like that because, at that time, I accidentally said he was like an evil stray cat. I wasn't satisfied, so I said, 'You're like a temple dog that Luang Ta doesn't love.' 

 

His expression was so amusing that I had to take a quick picture with my phone. Babe hated this picture so much. But I liked it until I wanted to see it often, so I set it as his profile picture in the contact list. (which, after sleeping together, Babe said was funny and allowed me to continue using this picture)

 

"Yes, Babe," I answered the phone while my eyes were still reading the document on the laptop. (What are you doing?) Babe asked with a smooth voice. The background has a sound of miaowing coming in all the time. I don't have to say it, but I know the whole team is still together now. And North and Sonic will fight each other as usual.

 

"I'm reading the work," I replied, "What do you do, Babe?"

(Sitting)

 

"Are you done talking about work?"

(Done, now sitting idle, thinking about whether to go home or not)

 

"You can sit there first. When I go home and am alone, I'll be lonely again."

(So when will you go back?)

 

"It's evening. I should leave here around six o'clock" (.. To) Babe's voice is quieter, plus the surrounding noise catches my heart. I can't say what he said.

 

"What?"

(Thinking - to) Babe probably thought I was pretending not to hear. That's why he emphasised.

 

Slowly and again (sounds a little sarcastic, but it's cute)

(Small ears, please)

 

"I didn't hear it," I laughed. "But now I hear it. I miss it together."

(According to the most polite)

 

"I miss you, Babe. I miss you before Babe misses me again." (Okay, thank you) Babe cut off easily when he heard his satisfactory reply.

 

(Another question)

"What?"

 

(Will Papa still love him if he is a worm?)

"What else do you want to see?" (Answer) Babe in the worm version makes a complex sound.

 

"What worm?"

(Is it essential?)

 

"If it's a strange worm, I'm afraid."

(Mama)

 

"But if it's a worm, Nong Babe is not afraid. I'll keep it in a box hanging around my neck and take it everywhere.

 

The loud laughter is considered a sign that my answer is pleasing to the end of the line, which means that I have survived one stage. Every day I have to meet many people. It's a level, but I have to get through it to prove that I love him, even though it's proof that it won't end soon.

 

(Is it good to find it?)

 

"Come on." I won't deny it if it's about this, even though I know that I might have to keep forbidding Touch from coming to Babe. However, that's not a significant concern. If you had a stray cat nearby that needed care, "Do you want to pick it up?"

 

(No need, it's enough to drive a car.)

"Okay, I thought it was not hard to drive."

(When you can live, enough to live)

 

I always like Babe's jokes. Sometimes, even if I don't mean to play a joke, he can make me laugh. This is one of the little facts that outsiders never know about Babe. His memory image is fierce and arrogant, and he seems perpetually upset. Few people will see that Babe is actually a person with a sense of humour and always makes people around him have fun. The fierce one sometimes just wants to disturb the nerves.

 

(I beg you for a word, I'll go)

 

My brain is working hard again. When I have to think of a terrific way to please people on the end of the line. And while I was busy with the joke at the same time with the research in front of me, I heard someone knocking on the glass lightly. It came from the entrance. The light reflected on the glass door made me see the person's face standing in front of me. Therefore, I had to get up from the sofa.

I  can't walk in front of the door. The reflection that used to cover his face disappeared. I saw him clearly, and his body felt frozen for a moment. He looked straight at me. Raised a friendly smile, waved his hand gently, and moved his mouth.

 

He said silently, "Can you open it?" I want to open it for him. It can be opened because the posture looks harmless. If there's something unusual, it's his face, which is like that of someone who shouldn't be. Will come to stand here and smile.

 

I heard a beep coming from the phone. However, it was so soft that I couldn't make out what the other person was saying. Because I couldn't support my hand to raise the phone to my ear, and most importantly, I was not conscious enough to do that.

 

"Brother.

... Way?"

 

I just saw a ghost for the first time in my life.