PitBabe series2

Even though more than two years have passed, the news of my death is still a joke that always makes me smile. While waiting for the hollow-brained individuals to complete their assigned tasks, I spend a little free time reading the news, which is disseminated by reputable news agencies and shared on social media. The reliability of the news sources is considered to be as different as the sky and the abyss. But the content that is spread is absurd enough. There is nowhere that presents the truth, which is funny.

 

In this world, I'm the only one who can experience this fun beyond my imagination. At least as far as I know now. Many people spend time after midnight without sleeping in bed. Come to ask questions that you know you will never get an answer to. Of course, in addition to reviewing embarrassing mistakes, regretful loss of face, and the worst of life, I want to forget. I think that death is probably one of the topics that people miss the most in the night of insomnia. How will we die? Where will death go next? Will death be excruciating? How many people will be crying for you? How many happy people? Who will spend the longest time with us after our death? Or who will be the first to forget that we once lived with him for a while? Those things are useless to know, but many people will find them helpful.

 

I know it's Chen's surname because it's the only two Chinese words I can read. It's enough to remember the face. The 'Chen' is a letter engraved with wood. It stands out in front of the bag's tea shop. I look at it every day until I can write it. Personally, "Kong' is written on almost every uncle's belongings. You often like to catch people who try to steal things in the house, so you write your name on them. Stick it everywhere. I wasn't brilliant at that time, but there are two questions. Who will steal small things like a toothbrush or a glass of water from your house?

 

Additionally, knowing how to write a name helps prevent theft. Your house is not a kindergarten room with children alternately picking up glasses of water. Every time you say it, I think that. Proud when I write your name on, and obviously, 'asking for money from strangers' and 'picking up things that (it seems to be)

 

No owner doesn't make my life very happy. On days when you don't have money or things to eat from anywhere, Uncle Tong's tea shop is like a house of refuge in difficult times. I try very hard not to stop by for service often—some days, if you are not hungry, you will starve. But most of the time, that uncle usually passes by when I'm sleeping with a stomachache. 

 

He always looks at me with cold eyes. Put a lunchbox and a bottle of water, and walk away. When I say thank you behind you, he likes to pretend not to hear, except when you are in a good mood. he will turn his eyes and say, 'It's all ridiculous. My relationship with Uncle Tong is almost nothing. I only go to you when I go to him when I'm hungry (every day). As for you, you just ordered me.

 

The day of my death is straightforward. There is no omen. I just left the shed.

I wandered around every morning, looking left and right for antiques that would be valuable to my small livelihood. Until I found a box of fried chicken at a Tang shop that had just been thrown out of the window of a white Honda Civic car. I still remember that the car slowed down near the trash can. Slide the window down and throw the bag with the box inside into the bucket. Then, I drove away quickly. I ran to look at the trash can, picked up the bag that had just been thrown down and opened it. I found that there were still many pieces of fried chicken in it. There were a few bone fragments, but I ignored them. More interesting is the fried chicken that has not been touched at all, consisting of three large pieces. I've been full all day.

 

I only thought that for a few minutes. I couldn't eat the first piece of chicken. Suddenly, there was a child from somewhere. I don't know where the motorcycle passed by. There are people. There are two people, riding two motorcycles, consisting of two men and two women. Both drivers. They look like they are about seventeen or seventy-eight years old. They look much older than I. Driving around me and making strange noises like a drugged person. The person sitting in the back of the car reached out to snatch my breakfast. The other person in the back of the car reached out to slap my head. They did that even though we didn't know each other before. There was never a feud. It would be fun if there were a reason for them to do this. Fun? My life. Is it that fun?

 

Alone, I'm just a homeless person. My life is ridiculous enough. I didn't expect to entertain anyone else. But it seems that this drugged gang probably doesn't think that way. Bullying inferior people is the first thing they want to do as soon as they open their eyes and wake up. Their facial expressions look fun, they laugh, and they speak with rude words. Moreover, it insults me as if I'm not the same species. I listened to it myself, but I remembered one sentence.

 

"If I had to be born like you, I'd rather die." The man riding the red motorcycle said before laughing happily.

 

I don't feel anything like that. Because some days it's easier to die. If the next world is real, I don't have to be any more unlucky. I may not have to be very rich. I have enough money to buy a box of fried chicken. That's enough to eat. That's why the drugged boy tried to trample on it. My life is not painful at all. I nodded to accept those words and replied.

 

'If Phu has money, I will buy a condom to offer to your mother.”

 

After that, I couldn't recognise anything anymore.

 

I only know that my body is completely weak. I can't move anywhere. The smell of blood is so fishy that I want to vomit to get rid of that piece of fried chicken. But there is no such force. Alone, the blood flowing from the mouth and nose is almost nothing left for anything else. Before everything goes out, it's so easy. There's only me, a faceless man and Uncle Tong.

 

Uncle may wonder where I disappeared. However, I will know by today at the latest. Because you must have walked around looking for me. While thinking to yourself that if I find it, I will do it, I just pass by, as I do every time.

 

Uncle Tong didn't even hold the last ceremony for me. It's a little heartbreaking, but it's easy to understand what will happen even if there is a funeral. If Uncle Tong were alone, doing that would have been a waste of time and money for no reason. Uncle Tong contacted the hospital to pick up my body. Even though he was attacked until the hospital came to pick up my body. But before the hospital's body had recovered in many parts (but I don't know why it hasn't recovered), the hospital still accepts the body that was beaten to death, like mine, to donate. This is considered a considerable merit. In addition to making merit, it also helps me get up and escape easily, rather than being burned again. I will probably own a gold shop instead of a tea shop in the next life.

 

I choose to let Uncle Tong understand that I'm dead. It's better than walking to the store and saying, 'Look, I'm still here.' I don't know why. Maybe it's because death and resurrection make me see the bright path in life. Even though I still don't know what to do with this strange ability, I'm starting to see some of its fun. Life seems to start over at any time. Isn't it exciting?

 

I didn't think that Uncle Tong would care about me that much. I always thought that I would be his source of merit. They gave me rice instead of going to the temple or donating to the foundation. After dying (for the first time), I secretly went back to him at the tea shop many times. Standing from a distance, Uncle Tong appears normal. Everything is still selling tea like he always does. Seeing that, I feel indescribably comfortable. I will be sad that Uncle Tong doesn't look sorry that I died. But when it's time, that imagination comes to life, I'm afraid that every time I have to see my uncle sitting and crying because the garbage boy is no longer a burden.

 

I was comfortable. Chan even walked back to the shed where I used to hide my head. It hasn't been destroyed yet. There is no one or any dog or cat to live in place of, but there is a lunch box and a middle bottle of water. Please put it in a plastic bag to cover your mouth and dispose of it properly. It's still new. There is still fried rice with basil and fried eggs that haven't been eaten yet. The water bottle is still tightly closed as if waiting for me to return to eat.

 

My feelings at that time were extraordinary. It may be a good or bad feeling. Since I can remember, I have never cared whether anyone recognises me or not. I know that I have to live and do whatever it takes to survive. Even if I'm a beggar, a homeless person or a person with an evil mind in the eyes of others, that's their problem. Or if Uncle Tong sees me as just a mobile merit booth, I don't care because my life is unimportant to anyone. And because it's trivial, I don't understand why Uncle Tong must walk to the shed.

 

This stinks. Throw away the old rice bag and replace it with the new one. I rushed to sneak away when I heard footsteps coming from afar and sneaked a look at the uncle who was sitting there. It was so early that I thought he had gone back until I heard a soft sob.

 

The image of Uncle Tong crying over there changed my mind forever. I turned around and walked out. I didn't think of greeting or patting Uncle Tong on the shoulder. In my head at that time, there was only the thought that before someone cried for my subsequent death. I would have to build a house that is big and beautiful enough for him to sit and cry comfortably. It's not just a shed made of cardboard and zinc. But it's a house with doors and windows, as many people have since birth. I have died many times.

 

"Mr Tony, the car is ready." And every death makes me a commendable 'me'.

 

"Thank you very much," I said, smiling before placing the wine glass on the table, leaving only the bottom of the wine left.

 

 "Let's pick up the children and go home."

 

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"... It's a 'superposition'. Imagine—particles of light travel through the dimension of time. The photon flow flows from the present to the future. Does this look normal? Doesn't it look normal? Everything has to flow from the present to the future. However, the strange thing is that it has a part that flows from the past to the present. At the same time, okay, it still can't build a time machine now. It's too much, but is it possible? The particles will be in two places simultaneously. I believe. I believe that there will be millions of us in other time dimensions. There's a difference between us. Maybe there is a world where I don't wear glasses. No, that's easy. You can do this world.'

 

Superposition refers to a quantum phenomenon in which a particle. Many states can appear in two places simultaneously. Which will occur until external observations; particles in the system will occupy one of the states.]

 

The amount of grapes left on that plate should be enough to say that it's not just a few minutes. It has become normal for Charlie to say something I don't understand for a long time. I don't need to comment on anything. Look at his face, make eye contact, and nod every few minutes. If not too lazy, you may respond with words such as 'Really?', 'Oh' or 'I'll try to read it'. That's all; you can continue the conversation. In addition, as long as I can talk about what I'm interested in. He can say it for a day as long as I don't.

 

"There may be a world where I am an athlete. You know, when I was a child, I also wanted to be a basketball player. Think about it in ten or twenty years. If someone were to make a quantum time flip happen, I might see myself as an NBA basketball player. Hmm... But in that world, I should be twenty cents higher than this. Will it still be considered me?" I like it. Although I don't always understand what Charlie says, I like to listen. 

 

Sometimes, it's just looking at his mouth, which keeps moving, talking, and chewing grapes with sparkling eyes. Raise your finger and push the glasses periodically, as he shows a lot of facial expressions, until the glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. I like that he cares and is passionate about his surroundings. That's why he can say it in scenes. Tell the details like a drawing. If anyone says that Charlie is a child who is not good at talking, I would have to answer that because he invites you to talk about the wrong thing.

 

"And there may be a world where Babe is a doctor, too. If a time-flip happens, Babe, does Babe want to try to meet himself in another world?” Well, it's time for the question.

 

"I think..." I look at the boy with glasses from head to toe. On the day I don't have to go out like this, Charlie will only wear a shirt with shorts, which makes him look younger than his actual age. He doesn't look like a master's degree student and a serious social driving project leader. It would be more convincing if you said that he is a child who still asks for his parents' salutation. "... If I turn off the air conditioner now and you take off your shirt to tell me, it will be exciting."

"Babe"

 

"What? It's sexy and knowledgeable."

 

Charlie laughed and shook his head gently. He must be used to not knowing much about what interests him. But I'm glad that Charlie still chooses to talk to me about those things all the time. It's like an adult who tries to tell a story to a child who doesn't understand the language. The child still doesn't understand what a prince or a princess is. But when parents come to sit together, hug him, and imitate the voice with an excited expression. At the very least, what children can feel is attention. I think so.

 

If it wasn't for liking to think in favour of himself until it became a habit, I think Charlie did it because of him.

 

I love you.

 

"If what you said is true... Do you think there will be a world where you don't like me?" That's what I can understand the most from Charlie's words. I asked him back while lying down, supporting the talkative person's lap.

 

"Take the truth or take the cute one?"

"Cute style"

 

"I don't have it anymore. How can there be a world where I don't like Babee?"

"What if we take the truth?"

 

"No, no. Not many worlds are there; I like every world."

"It's good that you didn't go to help him research these things."

 

Charlie laughed with his heart. One hand gently rubbed my head, and the other reached out to pick up the grapes. Finally, put it in my mouth. It's Charlie's favourite grape variety. I ordered it to keep it in the refrigerator at all times. Crispy sweet red grapes. Soaked until it's cool. My childlike boyfriend is in a good mood every time he eats it. Even though it's a tiny part, it makes our day almost perfect, and we haven't quarrelled once since we woke up.

 

"But say it, say it. I can't imagine that you don't like me."

 

"That's right, how can Babe realise it?" Charlie said while gently massaging his temples. "If you did. " At this point, I still can't realise it. I don't know what to say."

 

"So can you imagine that... The day you don't like me or hate me?"

"No"

 

"Don't you think about it?"

"Then why would I hate Babe?"

 

"What if I sleep with someone else?"

"Who?"

 

The hand that had been used to squeeze and massage the temple to invite relaxation suddenly stopped. The sharp eyebrows furrowed into a knot inside. A fraction of a second of just listening to it makes the whole body shiver.

 

"If," I said, focusing on Charlie's messy eyebrows.

That this is a fictional story, idiot. "Do you know the word if?"

 

"Well, Babe said it as if he was going to confess."

"If I do it, I won't confess."

"Oh"

 

"Teasing, I won't do it." Charlie made a face. But I just pinched his cheek gently. The boy with a sweet face immediately smiled and replied. What an easy-going child. "And in conclusion, I will hate it again."

 

"Hmm... I don't think so."

"Really?"

 

"Ugh," the glasses boy nodded slowly. The calm eyes reflected that he felt that way. Not just saying it to make me feel comfortable or seeing how much he cared. "I thought he would be angry and sad... A lot"

 

"But don't hate it?"

"Uh, I don't hate it."

"Are you going to break up?"

 

"Do you want me to quit, Babe?"

"How can I ask you? I have to ask you. I cheated on you."

 

"Cheating?" Charlie frowned again. He looked earnest about this scenario.

A little bit, but it's cute. "I thought we were just sleeping together."

"So if you just lie down, will you be okay?"

 

"Okay, it's not okay, but... I don't know," Charlie sighed. Put your warm palms on my forehead while thinking hard, as if this is a test to point out how life is. Still, "If Babe sleeps with someone else. At first, I knew I would be furious. Probably can't accept it until I accidentally quit. But I think I should return to myself anyway after a while."

 

"Really?" I was surprised, not only because of the detailed answers, but because of their content, as well: "I didn't realise that you were so generous"

 

"I'm not generous, but I love Babe very much."

"Do you love me to close my ears and eyes like that?.. Am I going to sleep with someone else?"

 

"I've already told you. If there's a reason why I want to break up with Babe, it's just because Babe doesn't love me anymore," Charlie smiled. His big hand combed my hair. Slowly, both his touch and his words warmed my heart. It feels like when the books are arranged on the shelf perfectly, without ever measuring the shelves' width or calculating each book's thickness beforehand. It fit and was correct in a way I didn't expect or have to try. "If Babe told me, sorry, I'm wrong, I don't love it. I love you alone, Charlie. I would be soft."

 

"Don't you think I won't sleep with someone else if I love you?"

 

"That's what I think. I regret that I no longer think we love each other. Why do you have to sleep with someone else or something like that?" Charlie said, which is different from when talking about research or the quantum dimension. It made me realise that he didn't just keep talking because he wanted to speak. But he was communicating to me to understand his brain and heart commands. "But Babe ... No matter what happens, if Babe says that Babe loves me, I will believe it anyway."

 

I smiled automatically. The facial muscles are working according to Charlie's feelings.

Transferred to me through words, through touch, and his eyes. Sincere and straightforward, not as complicated as the story in the textbook that Charlie likes. I have just realised that Charlie often uses less reason when it's my business. Although he usually seems to try to follow the principle. Reluctant to compromise on accuracy, but in the end, feelings will always be the last resort. And I'm glad it's like that. I know that many things in our relationship are not very sustainable.

 

Regarding the love textbook, the attachment between us remains strong. Selfishness and selflessness are not the same. Both he and I. We all have things that make this relationship perfect. But even so, I still believe wholeheartedly that the two of us will finally manage it.

 

"And seriously, I can't give up on Babe ."

"Is that right... I think you are much tougher than I."

 

"But it's not like this," Charlie smiled and shook his head slowly. "I said this just in case. I don't want it to happen. But if we don't love each other, Babe must break up with me."

 

"So why was it me who stopped loving first?"

"Because I don't quit."

 

"Don't make it cool"

"To be honest," the glasses repeated in a firm voice. "Even if Babe is mean to me.

Well, but if you don't break up, I won't go."

 

I would like to think that Charlie is joking, too. However, considering his past actions, what I said would not be too much.

 

"If you don't love me, Babe must be the one to talk. Don't wait for me. I can't say it." A few months ago, North used to say, 'Everyone compares the new to the old one.' When advising a junior racer about the love that came with the ups and downs at the time, I listened. I didn't pay attention because it had nothing to do with me. But now I suddenly thought of it. I began to understand the true meaning of that word. Before I met Charlie, I had deep feelings for others. I would have been able to say it.

 

This love is better or worse than last time, but I have never liked or loved anyone romantically since I was born. The feelings I have for Charlie are so scary.

 

The more time passes, and we spend together, the more I realise that it becomes more and more every day, both my feelings for Charlie and my needs. I know it is very dangerous to have the idea that if there is no... I can't last. But counting Charlie's days makes me feel that way. I don't know if this is a normal amount of love. On average, does everyone in love always feel this way with their lover? Or is it too much for me? And if it's too much.. Will it be okay?

 

"Don't be too raving about it, Charlie." I flicked the forehead of the delirious child at one, trying to stop the distracted thoughts in his head from being immersed in all the scary possibilities that Charlie talked about. "Who told me to break up with you?"

 

"I'll say it just in case," Charlie chuckled. "But seriously, do you promise, Babe?"

 

"No"

"Babe"

 

"No, no, no, I covered my ears, shook my head, and said 'no' repeatedly.

Said that he didn't recognise anything. "Don't quit, die, don't quit."

 

"Say 'if', just 'if'"

"I'm not giving up."

 

Charlie laughed because I dragged the long sound until I almost ran out of air. He tried to unwrap my hand, which was covering his ears. I gathered it with one hand and used the other to hold myself and stop bouncing. Fortunately, I'm easy. When I was caught, I agreed without hesitation. Charlie looked at my face and looked at me like that. Refusing to say anything until I started to do something wrong.

 

"What?" I asked in a curt voice. Being looked at like this is embarrassing.

But if I show it directly, Charlie is joking to death. "Are you looking for a problem?"

 

"Yes"

 

"Oh, I got it. What are you going to do?" I bounced up and sat down as soon as the glasses said he wanted something. As you have learned, raise your fist to set up the card correctly. Prepare to have a whole story. "Get everything, come on."

 

"Come sit on the lap"

"Huh?"

 

But Charlie just replied with a casual demeanour and also made a slapping gesture like I'm a dog again.

"Sit on the lap, come quickly"

 

"What's wrong?" I narrowed my eyes in distrust. I was just talking about breaking up a moment ago. And now, why do you smile a little and smile big and call me on my lap like this? I can't keep up with this kid in time. "What are you teasing me?"

 

"Not pretending"

"Don't look like this."

 

"What you did just now is cute," Charlie replied before making a gesture of raising his hand to cover his ears, swinging himself back and forth slowly as a demonstration of behaviour just now, which he referred to as "don't quit"

 

"What? Like?"

"Uh, cute"

 

"So?"

"I want to play with you."

 

Charlie is a naturally brag-faced child. There will only be two times when he looks stupid. More than usual, one is when I'm angry, and the second is when I want to have sex.

 

"Very sunny," the mouth grumbled enough as a ceremony. The person moved up and straddled the glasses without a buzzer. Of course, I would like to proudly say that I never considered denying these things. Even when fighting, I can still let my emotions get the best of me. Take it easy while Charlie keeps hitting me and saying, 'Is Babe still in the mood to do it again?' even though he already knows the answer. "Where is the child playing like this?"

 

"Babe, " the old sun replied, kissing my neck like a fang. Today, Charlie looks a little impatient. He doesn't slow down as usual. It looks like a puppy with itchy teeth, having fun.

 

"Have you been more diligent lately?" I laughed because of the tickling. According to Sin, Charlie removed my shirt before tucking his face into my chest. How many times have I had to stop by to spend time here? I wonder if he may have had experience with women before. But how many times have you asked him? he always insisted on the exact words. Babe is my first, and only one' Charlie said. "Do you want anything?"

 

"I want a beep"

 

"When you have time, you have to do something, you have to do it quickly," Charlie said before lightly biting my chest. His hand brushed all over the back, chasing it down to the hips, squeezing it like a hand, and inserting his offensive hand without giving another signal. I don't know what motivates him to be so impatient. Or should I practice more cute postures after this? "I'll get busy again, I won't wait."

"Are you starting to get busy again?"

"Umm... It must be like that."

 

"I don't want to be busy. I want you to be with you a lot." I know that would be impossible. But if there is a chance, I want to tell Charlie honestly how I feel. At least let him know he is always busy with many outside missions. I also miss and yearn for him all the time. "I don't want Papa to do anything else."

 

"I'm joking, how can I do that?" Charlie laughed in his throat. He seemed to like that I used my stubbornness as a trick to please him. He dragged his tongue to lick his chest. "I repeatedly lost until I felt dizzy in my stomach. The rhythm he sucked and pulled my skin until it became coloured.

 

It hurts a little, but I can feel comfortable because it's my favourite pain. "Do you want me to play with you all day?"

 

"Charlie"

"Won't you do anything else every day?"

 

"Don't do it," I whispered in his ear, whispering, crushing his hips with the young man who I'm awake as a greeting. "I'll do this, the only thing."

 

"Preoccupied"

"Accept"

 

"Aren't you embarrassed?"

"Do you want to be embarrassed?"

 

Charlie let go of the chest and looked up to meet each other's eyes. He stared at me still like that, as if he was going to kiss, but refused to come in. Keep breathing on my lips as if to test my patience.

 

"Don't be still." I couldn't stand it until I had to order.

"What"

 

"Do it somewhere"

"What are you doing?" The cunning child tilted his neck to look at me. He pretended to be innocent.

 

Although I'm a beginner, I'm unsure of what I want.

"If you don't, I'll do it myself."

"So what do you want me to do? Just say it."

"Do this"

 

If Charlie thinks he's good enough to pry with me, I want to show him that it's still a hundred years early. Even if we're dating, I'll have weaknesses that he can easily play. But that doesn't mean I'll give up every time. Maybe Charlie forgot that before becoming his boyfriend, I was a pit bull who never loses. And yes, I'm not just talking about the racetrack.

 

"Huh..."

Charlie made a soft sound in his throat. He pursed his mouth a little when I moved his hips awkwardly. Emphasise that our things are close to touch. Even though both are still wearing clothes, these light and comfortable shorts don't block us much. I can still feel his identity. And Charlie himself would feel no different. Looking at the temple veins that bulge up, it's enough to know that my little dog is being patient.

 

"Ah..." Even though I'm in charge of the game, I still let out a sigh. Both of our bodies are getting hotter and hotter, both because of emotions and friction. Charlie's youth seems to be more alert than before. I don't know where it will end. But just feeling it now is enough to make my heart flutter. "Do you know what you want to do?"

 

I asked him, but he didn't get an answer. Charlie kept rushing in and kissing him. I didn't mind anything. I felt it was cute when he wanted me until he couldn't stand it. But I didn't indulge him at all.

 

"Babe... Don't." The boy grunted. He even raised both hands. Come up to hold my face. Move your face in. Lips are almost touching each other. Just a breath away. The expression that looked very wanted made me want to give up. But I changed my mind in the last second. "Babe..."

 

Charlie groaned pitifully, frowning eyebrows, mouth upside down, and a semi-irritated expression. This is one of my favourite facial expressions. That's why I don't feel guilty about the small bullying during this thrilling time.

 

"Why... Do you get hit and you're not satisfied?"

And it's not just fun, but also a form of revenge.

 

"Okay, I'm sorry," Charlie raised his hand in surrender. "I'm not kidding.

Can Babe stop teasing?"

 

"Why are you so easy to accept?"

"I'm sitting over there. Are you still asking?"

 

I laughed. The child with a bent face must be tortured repeatedly to be deceived. But nothing fell to the stomach. As a growing child, this would be considered the cruellest return.

 

I decided to stop teasing Charlie and comforted him with a sweet kiss. It worked well in one place because the glasses kissed enthusiastically. He inserted his tongue into my tongue, sucking impatiently and guessing that it would be as hot as our bodies. However, it may be a little strange that this heat makes us want to caress each other more, rather than retreating from each other in frustration.

 

"Take off... Take it off quickly," Charlie said close to my lips while I laughed. Charlie's rosy demeanour is charming. This may be one of the reasons why I'm addicted to having sex with him. "I'll go get something for a moment."

 

"Here, there is." I know what Charlie's 'thing' is. And with the behaviour pattern of the two of us, who tend to have sex without an appointment, often. It's not strange to have a lubricant in the bottom shelf of the drawer next to the sofa. "Don't you put it yourself?"

 

"I thought I picked it up and used it somewhere else."

"In other places, there is already a regular place."

 

"We shouldn't invite anyone to visit my house. It's very dangerous." My sex life was never full of laughter until I met Charlie. I like that we can tease each other even at this time. Which I have to admit I never knew that it would make sex more meaningful than just a physical response activity. If it were in the past, I would have chased my partner who tried to invite me to talk during sex with frustration. The truth is that Charlie opened the door to a new world again, as it is today.

 

"Oops!"

 

In addition to a serious and sexy face, enormous physical strength is another trait that becomes apparent when the glasses are emotional. From the beginning, he ordered me to sit on his lap. Now it seems that relying solely on the driving force that is rampant inside is not enough. Charlie grabbed me and threw me on the sofa without force. Turn over in a fraction of a second while using his hand to pull my shorts off my slender legs at a speed that is faster than light.

 

"Wow," I looked at Charlie in amazement at his agility. Just now, it was like Peter Parker when using Spider-Man moves. "This skill is exciting in everything."

 

"There is something else more exciting than I take off my pants." It sounds like bragging. But by nature, Charlie is not talkative. He won't say anything if he is not confident. Therefore, whenever you see confidence shining out of him, be prepared for what follows to be always better than what he says.

 

"Ah..." It's like I want to cry out at every moment he moves. But I can't cry. The most I can do is pant heavily. Let the sound escape only a little. Now, the sofa fighting against Charlie's strength should be louder than every sound in the house. "Cha.. Charlie"

 

"Yes?" Charlie replied; his voice was a little panting, but it still sounded normal, much more than mine. "What's up?"

 

I forgot what to say.

Why did I call Charlie just now?

"Call and don't say anything?" Charlie laughed softly, "Or just want to call?"

 

"I forgot what to say," I replied before raising my arms around the neck of the person above. Just pulling lightly, the handsome father leaned down to hug me without giving me a tired mouth.

 

"Cute" because I forgot what to say, so Charlie volunteered to speak for him. He put his face down to my neck. Dragging his lips along the body's skin, his hips moved rhythmically, more and more in sync with the emotional intensity. The sound of panting mixed with the trembling speech that sounded next to my ear made me even hotter. "Ugh... Beautiful person"

 

I admit that I feel ticklish every time Charlie calls me a beautiful person. But it's a tickling that makes me feel good. It wouldn't be strange if I feel good with this word. When Charlie says a word of appreciation from the heart, he just wants to express how beautiful he sees me. And what's wrong? I feel good about being called that by him.

 

The moaning sound continued to fill the living room. It was too early for our bodies to work together, but Charlie didn't seem to have any sign that he would be "satisfied" soon. Many postures passed, and again and again he kissed my body. Every touch was so shallow that I felt that it was close to my time, while everything was climbing to a higher level, almost to the ceiling. Suddenly, the sound trembled.

Charlie's phone, on the table in front of the sofa, shakes.

"Ugh... Don't." I grabbed Charlie's face to look back at me instead of the phone.

That idiot. "Call later. Back"

"But P. Chris.."

 

"Auntie", I made a stiff voice when Charlie seemed to care more about the doctor's incoming call than what we were doing now. "Is it the right time?"

 

"But what if he has an urgent matter?"

 

"How urgent is it? Can't it wait a little longer?" Charlie agreed to cut his heart when he saw I was irritated. He nodded softly and said, "Yes, Babe before leaning down to kiss and continuing the pending activities. And when Charlie returned to pay attention to me, the mood that had stumbled just now came back immediately. I hugged Charlie's strong body tightly. Because the tighter it was, the more force he applied. Charlie and I are now used to each other's tastes and no longer have to ask for it. I don't need to say 'stronger' or 'faster' because Charlie knows where my paradise is. And it's close... Getting closer and closer.

 

The phone rang again.

 

But this time, Charlie didn't even look up from my neck, which is good. He shouldn't care about anything other than me at this time. In Charlie's head, there must be only Babe, bep, bep and bep, just like my body has only him.

 

"...Ah"

 

I moaned against the vibration of the phone. And the square machine that steals the scene will fight back. It was silent for a few seconds, then returned to make an annoying sound. No matter how loudly I moan in Charlie's ear, my auditory nerve still recognises it all the time.

 

"Ouch! Take it!"

 

In the end, the car that was defeated was me. I leaned away from Charlie's kiss and gently pushed his chest to tell him to stop ruffling me and finish answering the phone before I was more nervous.

 

Charlie sighed. He gently stroked my head before answering the phone. Looking at his posture, he would be relieved too when he received a call. He would have been fully nervous just now because he feared I would be angry if it weren't for my telling you to take it. Charlie would have intended to endure until this sex ended.

"Yes, Chris"

 

Charlie filled the voice to talk to the other end of the line. While I was lying on the sofa, Charlie answered the phone instead of getting up and speaking, usually, even though everything was still stuck in the same position.

 

"Oh... Yes."

 

The mouth said, but Charlie's other hand still rubbed my stomach, playing as if I knew nothing about the situation. I hit his arm lightly, my mouth silently saying, 'Are you crazy?' Charlie looked at me, still, shrugged and replied in a way. The same thing is 'I'll continue'.

 

In the past, I always thought that I was 'crazy' in this relationship, but now. I should have to re-understand.

 

Of course, I've done something crazier before. And Charlie is always the one on guard (even if, in the end, he will follow anyway). Most of the crazy things that happen are a result of my initiative. Strangely, Charlie will be the one to start now.

 

"What's up?" I asked after Charlie hung up from the doctor's phone. "Who's dead?"

"The lab results are out," Charlie replied flatly. Leaning down, he gently kissed my cheek. His cuddling behaviour poked me a little. I held my breath, waiting for Cha Lee to say the next thing. But he kept silent like that.

 

"So?"

Until I have to be the one to ask myself.

"I have to go now."

 

That's what he didn't say. Even though it was already guessable, it still made me stumble in my heart. The first thought that came to mind was that I didn't want you to go. Of course, it was always like that. But when I saw how embarrassed Charlie looked to say it, I felt that I was probably a ruthless boyfriend. If I said it in front of him, not to go.

 

"Let's go."

 

In this world, no one can understand Charlie, but at least there should be someone who does. Don't try to explain much.

 

"Is Babe angry?"

And that person is me.

 

"I'm not angry," I replied, gently stroking his head and kissing his sweaty forehead.

"I don't want you to go, but I understand."

 

"But it's not finished yet."

"Are you still in the mood to continue?"

 

"Well, if Babe is not finished, I will..."

"Finish it"

 

I didn't mean to be sarcastic in any way, but Charlie made a face like a dog being scolded by its owner.

 

"I'm fine. I'm not in the mood, even if you want to continue." I pushed the dog's ears off. Before slowly leaning up and sitting down, bending down to pick up the shorts that fell next to the sofa and putting them on carelessly instead of telling Charlie that's enough. "Let's excuse ourselves next time."

 

"I'll turn off my phone next time."

"Don't, I'm afraid you're more nervous than before."

 

"Babe"

"If you haven't stopped staring, I'll change your mind."

 

"Babe, try to forbid it."

"If I tell you not to go, won't you go?"

 

"It's okay." I laughed, even though Charlie's face looked serious, but it was funny.

"I'm serious," Charlie repeated, making a scromed face.

"You can't do it."

 

Charlie may not know about this, but I do. Charlie is a child who has his own ideas and acts on them. Although he always says I am an example of someone who does as they please. Free from all possessions, but the person like that is him. The person who has principles and follows those principles without fear of anything else. That is the definition of the person named Charlie.

 

"I can't wait for your job, but I can wait," I said to Charlie before he left.

"Do whatever you want. I'm not going to run away. This is my house."

"I'll be back soon."

 

Charlie still made a guilty face until the last moment. But he still left anyway, which is not wrong because I'm the one who told him to go. Not that I want to be a good person so that he sympathises with something like that. It's just... It's a matter that should only be done.

 

"Sigh.. I love you too much, I guess." I kept complaining to myself and letting that feeling pass quietly. 

 

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"Oh, I know, don't forget it, big dad."

 

I said a lot and hung up quickly without waiting for Uncle Alan to repeat the story. It's the fourth round.

 

"Go in and lock the door. Don't leave it open. Before coming out, check well to see if it's locked. If you're afraid of forgetting, try to calculate how many hundreds of millions of cars are in total in the showroom. I've gone to hell and still can't use all the debts, Kim."

 

Uncle Alan repeated it again and again until I wondered whether he knew me. If it were North or Sonic, it would be like. It's not strange to worry. But this is me, I'm even more conscious than he is. For Alan, counting the days, the more forgetful and more. Soon, the great captain will decline.

 

I swiped the card through the scanner located in front of the door. It took a few seconds to hear the unlocking sound. When I opened the door and went inside, I didn't forget to press the lock button again, since this place is quite spacious. There will be a security guard in front. I've been watching for twenty-four hours, but mistakes can always happen. Someone may rely on the rhythm that no one sees. Run in when I'm busy looking for things. Today is a holiday. There are a few people to help monitor. That's why Alan emphasised that he must always lock the door.

 

And the reason why I have to come to the showroom alone on a holiday like this is nothing. It's complicated. I lost the car keys.

 

The story is that this morning, Alan (and Jeff) took me to see the car at the showroom because I had mentioned to Alan a few days prior that I wanted to change the car. Today is a good time for the second good time. The garage owner took me to visit the showroom. Usually, this place is not open to choose as you like. Whether you're a regular customer or a wanderer, you must make a reservation first.

 

Regarding the queue, you can come to see individually for order and safety. And of course, for the customers' special feelings as well. Therefore, before I can come in to look like these expensive children, I have to wait in line like the villagers. There are no privileges as a racer or the brother of the garage owner in any way.

 

But the point is that I still can't choose the car I like. So today I'm home empty-handed like 'bare' because, in addition to being unable to get the new car back, I also lost the old car key. I've been hunting for it all day. I've been back everywhere, but there's no sign of it. There's only one left here that hasn't come yet. So, I have to pay homage to P'Alan to ask for a key card to reopen the showroom. At first, my brother would go with me, but I realised I had a dinner appointment with my boyfriend outside the house. I couldn't go late. The captain remembered to give me my key card so I could open it myself, repeating the spell in my ear eight times.

 

I pressed the switch to turn on the light again. Because as long as it's turned on, it's not bright enough to find small things like the car key. I looked around as I walked along the path I had walked this morning. While in my head, I tried to pray to God not to let it fall into one of the cars. Because I can't open any car, even if I know which car it is, I'll have to wait for Alan to open it tomorrow. Additionally, it must be reported. And the person who talks about this doesn't mean Alan, because someone is always scarier behind that uncle.

 

This place is so quiet that I can hear my own feet rumbling. Just move gently; I can listen to the clothes rubbing against each other. And because of that, I quickly realised that... It's not just me here.

 

If it's North Sonic or Dean, the first thing they will say in this situation is 'Yes, yes, right', which implies 'Ghost, right?' But as a person with no faith in ghosts, spirits and all kinds of secrets. In my head, I now only have the word 'thief'. I stopped standing for a moment to listen to the sound around me. Just now, I heard a sound like a small piece of a pencil hitting the ground. I don't know where it came from. But suddenly there was a sound like that. It must not be normal. Think of it, so I took my mobile phone out of my pants pocket. While slowly walking backwards in the original direction. Swaying cautiously, I will now make the call. Call the police and then go out to the security guard. Outside and call. Find Alan.

 

Grak!

A strange voice sounded again. This time, I immediately turned to the sound before my eyes hit the body of someone standing a few metres away and confessed honestly. This person shocked me more than a ghost or a thief.

 

"I didn't come to steal."

 

That person spoke first while raising both hands to their shoulders to confirm. My purity, but that's not what I'm worried about.

"You... When did you get out?"

 

Because what is more worrying than someone breaking into the showroom is that 'he' is here.

 

"Not long," he replied in a flat voice. The eyes that looked at me were hard to read. I didn't know he was worried, scared, sad, or feeling nothing at all. "I don't want to come out."

 

"What does he mean?"

He didn't answer. Just stand still, don't run away, don't speak, and there's no sign of harming me.

 

"What are you doing here... Kenta?"