His Sexual Addiction

Chapter 46: Undress

"I'll take her," Kiro offered, concern evident in his voice, "Where will she sleep?" "T-there, in the other apartment you— you handsome you!" My tipsy relative pointed to the adjacent apartment. "No one is occupying that, so just deliver her there, thank you hehe." As we made our way, my legs felt heavy, and I was exhausted from all the walking. All I wanted was to sink into a comfortable bed and sleep soundly. "What the... You almost squat..." Kiro observed my weariness, his tone gentle and understanding. ". . . . I'll just carry you. . . . Is it okay? I mean, a piggyback?" He hesitated, asking me again, but all I wanted was to ignore everything, including the scorching heat that engulfed us outside. "It's too hot! Aish! I just want to undress!" I complained, feeling Kiro lifting me up. He carefully carried me, and I could sense his weariness too as we walked towards the place my relative mentioned. Finally, we reached a soft bed, and I was grateful for the chance to rest. But the oppressive heat refused to let up, making me feel restless and uncomfortable. Instead of immediately falling asleep, I impulsively started removing my clothes, seeking any relief from the stifling weather. "What are you doing?" Kiro questioned, trying to understand my sudden actions. Ignoring his inquiry, I continued undressing, hoping to cool down. "It's very hot here, electric fan," I muttered while still clinging to the little energy I had left. "There's no electric fan here." I couldn't believe it! What kind of apartment lacked such a basic amenity? The cramped space made it difficult to take off my clothes, and the lack of proper ventilation only added to my frustration. I longed for a refreshing breeze to sweep over me, but it seemed like an impossible wish. "Ki-kiro?" I called out, realizing that he was about to leave. "Hmm? Oh! I'm supposed to leave—" "I need some h-help," I interrupted, my voice pleading as I struggled to remove my shirt. "Please help me undress; it's too hot here," I ordered, still refusing to open my eyes, feeling completely drained.

"What?" I could sense his confusion, but I didn't care anymore. In frustration, I stomped my feet and raised my arms, urging him to assist me. "I said, I need help. Come now. . . ." I felt him approach, his touch gentle as he softly removed the t- shirt I was wearing. The warmth of his hands against my skin brought a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the sweltering environment. For some unknown reason, I slowly opened my eyes, and there he was, staring at me with such longing in his eyes. I couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of his face, and it felt like I was trying to memorize every feature. His gaze was so intense that it made my throat go dry, and I found myself swallowing nervously. "It's done. I think I should go now, Lyka," he said, his voice gentle yet tinged with uncertainty. Perhaps due to the combination of dizziness and intoxication, I couldn't lift my head on my own, and it brought my face even closer to his. It was as if we were drawn together by an invisible force. As we leaned in, our lips met in a swift and almost urgent manner. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. Despite being intoxicated, I was surprisingly aware of every little detail of the kiss, as if I wanted to cherish it forever. "You're just drunk, Lyka. I promised that I will never take advantage of you," he whispered softly, breaking the kiss. His words were caring, but I couldn't deny the feelings that surged within me. I shook my head in response, trying to convey that it wasn't just the alcohol talking. Deep down, I knew that my desire for him had been there for a long time, hidden beneath the surface like a shy butterfly fluttering in my stomach whenever I was near him. He respected my feelings and didn't push further. Instead, I found the courage to take the lead this time. In my hazy state, I initiated the next kiss, and it felt like an electric current passed between us. As the night wore on, I succumbed to the weight of drowsiness and eventually drifted off to sleep, but I was aware that something had happened between us. – I woke up with a pounding headache and a dizzy feeling. My hair was a mess from last night'sThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

antics, and as I scanned the room, I was startled to find myself in the apartment. Memories of the drunken night flooded back, and I knew everything that had transpired. I was relieved to be wearing a t-shirt, though I remembered taking it off earlier, but I noticed with a mix of embarrassment and concern that I had no underwear on. Feeling vulnerable, I stood up and searched for a proper bathroom. Luckily, there was one, but to my dismay, there was no soap or shampoo available. I felt helpless, not knowing what to do. Should I venture outside like this? I wondered what my Aunt would think if she saw me like this. Although there was a slight pain, I wasn't too bothered, and I had no regrets about what happened last night. Drunk or in the right mood, I was at peace with my decisions. As I close my eyes and drift back to last night, the memories come rushing back, vivid and intoxicating. I can still see Kiro's mesmerizing eyes locking onto mine, the anticipation growing between us like an electric current. The soft glow of light from the moon, casting dancing shadows on the walls. It started with a shared glance, a silent agreement that there was something between us we couldn't ignore. We moved closer, and our lips met, igniting a passionate dance that felt like the world had disappeared around us. Our hands explored each other's bodies, gently caressing and igniting a fire within us that we couldn't contain. The air was filled with the scent of desire and anticipation. As we kissed, the intensity grew, and our moans intertwined, creating a symphony of pleasure. Kiro's breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but let out soft gasps of pleasure. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, responding to each other's every touch. Time seemed to slow down as we lost ourselves in the moment, our connection growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if we had known each other for a lifetime, and this was the moment we had been waiting for. As we explored each other's desires, our emotions spilled over, and we bared our souls to one another. The vulnerability only deepened the connection between us, and we knew that what we had was something special. I shrugged off the memories instantly as it was not the right time to reminisce wild things like those.

Feeling the need for some semblance of cleanliness, I decided to take a quick shower, even though I had no soap or shampoo. Wrapping a towel around me, I rummaged through the apartment and found a t-shirt inside a cabinet that I could wear. My eyes then fell on some panties and shorts, but I hesitated. Could they be used by someone else? The thought alone made me gasp. None of my own underwear was in sight, so I was tempted to grab one, but just then, I heard the door opening. "Lyka?" It was Kiro. My heart raced, uncertain about how to face him after what happened between us last night. I felt vulnerable, holding the t-shirt and wrapped in a towel. "Y-you're getting dressed. I'm sorry I came in..." he stammered, realizing his intrusion. He averted his eyes and turned away, but before leaving, he laid down a cellophane bag on the bed. I peeked inside and discovered it contained a t-shirt, panties, bra, and pants. Did he buy these for me? Even my undergarments? While I dressed, I bit my lip, still unsure about how to handle the situation with Kiro. Would things change between us now, or would it remain the same? As I came out from the apartment, I was greeted by my Aunt Tarling, who joked about my drunken state last night. Laughing softly, she apologized for making me drink. "It's okay, Aunt," I reassured her, but inside, my thoughts were consumed with the uncertainty of my relationship with Kiro. We gathered outside at a large table, shaded by trees, surrounded by our relatives who seemed to have spent the night here as well. The sun was kind, its rays softened by the trees' shade. Laughter filled the air, and I joined them, trying to ignore Kiro and the unspoken connection we now shared. As we sat down to eat, the chatter and gossip echoed around the table, but in my heart, questions lingered. What would the future hold for us? I couldn't help but wonder how our relationship would unfold after the intimate encounter we shared.