MINO ALEXANDER ILLUSTRE

WARNING: 18+ content

MINO'S P.O.V

PAK!

I'll never forget the day my mother slapped me for the first time. Due to my shock and sudden burst of rage, I quickly closed my fist. Why are you so upset, Mom? I didn't do anything wrong.

"Oh my God Mino! Babe, are you okay?" my girlfriend worriedly asked, touching my cheek, which I'm sure was red. She was shocked and scared by Mom's reaction when I introduced her.

I immediately held her hands tightly to let her know that everything was fine. I was about to tell her that I was okay when mom abruptly pulled her away from me. Mom? Why are you so mad?

"Get away from my son!" mom exclaimed to Faith. Mom took a step between us to ensure there was enough space between us. Earlier, I was overjoyed to finally introduce my girlfriend Faith to my mother. We both dressed nicely and bought gifts for her. This should be a joyful occasion because it is the first time I have brought and introduced a woman to our mansion.

What was happening now, however, was quite the opposite. I'm not sure why Mom is so upset.

"Mom? Why are you so mad?" I asked. I couldn't help but raise my voice as well. Mom fixed her gaze on me. She's never looked at me like this before in my life. When she looks at me, her eyes are full of love, as opposed to now, when she looks like she's about to devour a human being.

"Did I let you have a girlfriend? Huh? Alexander?" mom exclaimed authoritatively and aggressively. Damn! When my mother calls me by my second name, it means she is extremely angry and is not joking. But why? We had just walked in and introduced Faith but mom literally slapped me with anger.

"But, Ma'am-" Faith interrupted her to reason.

"Shut up! Leave this instance! Stay away from my son!" mom cut her off mid-sentence. I immediately felt bad for Faith because my mom was not like that. This is the first time she has behaved in this manner.

Faith turned pale and trembled as a result of my mother's sudden outburst at her. No! Baby! Please don't cry. I wished to approach her and hold back her warning tears, but mom stood in the way. Why mom? I know you're not like this, Mom. You'd rather talk calmly than fight, so what's the deal with this behavior? Why do you appear so terrified?

That night, my relationship with Faith ended. She expressed her displeasure with my mother's demeanor. She believes it is better for her to distance herself from me because her trauma from what happened is not a joke. It was her first time being yelled at and witnessing such a heinous act.

And that is just one of many instances that my girlfriends have broken up with me because of my mother. I tried to keep my other relationships hidden, but every time she found out, she made a conscious effort to separate me from whoever my girlfriend might have been.

I am the one who is always left behind in all of those relationships. I always tell them that I will fight for them, that I will fight against mom's rage just to keep them. But in the end, they all lead to the same outcome. They always leave me alone, and I still don't understand why my mother is so strict.

My heart had been consumed by anger over time. I instilled resentment towards my mom. Why does she always react in that manner and do the same thing? She didn't seem to like the thought of me having a woman to love.

However, I still absolutely love my mom. She's the sweetest person I've ever met, but it's different when a woman enters my life. It's as if she's keeping me pure and preserved for someone. It once occurred to me that maybe I am fixed to someone that's why she is like that.

The idea of fix marriage sickens me. It it seems that you do not respect a person's freedom. You are not allowing a person to choose who he wants to love and spend his life with.

To me, it would seem that someone else is in charge of my life, and it makes me feel like a puppet, a remote-controlled robot. And if that is the case, I swear to God that I will object, no matter how much I love my parents. No one can control or dictate who I will choose to love. 

Years passed with no explanation, despite my attempts to inquire. I grew tired and hopeless of waiting for an answer, and as a result, I became even more rebellious. I had hidden girlfriends whom I occasionally dated while dealing with another woman. It's because I no longer want to be serious.

What is the point of bothering? They will simply leave me as soon as my mother enters the picture. I was sick of hoping for true love and then being the one who will beg them not to let me go because they were afraid of my mom. I was repeatedly left alone. I've given up. Everything is merely a game, foreplay, and a means of releasing pleasure.

If Mom is preserving me for someone or something, I have never held back from enjoying every moment of my freedom. I had a lot of one-night stands, making out, and playful dates. I had a lot of fun. Girls became addicted to my body because they begged me to stay and do another round when I was on the verge of leaving them naked on the bed. It's just that I don't feel like I'm the one chasing them and pleading them to stay with me.

I smiled bitterly at them, and sometimes because I'm drowned in pleasure, I don't know what it's like to love, which I think is good. If no one stays with me when they face my mother, I'll just have fun.

"Hmmm... Baby... more please," she exclaimed. I immediately kissed the woman I was with today. She aggressively clawed my back as I used my tongue to probe the inside of her mouth. I moved my left hand slowly and began to caress her breast. She quickly let out a smooth moan to let me know she was having a good time.

I broke the kiss gently and began planting kisses with soft bites on her neck. She smells nice, which I like. When it comes to smell, I am extremely picky. I'm not satisfied with simply caressing her chest with pieces of clothing. I quickly placed my hands on her blouse, and as soon as my palm touched the skin of her soft breast, she grabbed my belt and aggressively unbuckled it, while I continued to enjoy how soft and large her breast is while playing with her nipple.

"Gentle baby," I quipped as she couldn't focus on unbuckling my belt. However, she became deaf as she became hot and wet. I immediately removed my hand from under her blouse and restrained her hand, which was still struggling to remove my belt. I noticed how surprised and disappointed she appeared, as if she expected me to dismiss what we were doing.

"Why? What's the problem?" she asked, clearly irritated. She quickly sat down on the bed where we had been warming up. These types of foreplay no longer pique my interest. I didn't even feel the desire, and I guess this kind of thing has lost its flavor for me as well. But she's already here, and I'm not going to do anything tonight, so I guess I'll just let the game of fire continue.

"I-" she was about to say something, but I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, instantly colliding my lips to hers. She was taken aback at first, but she responded aggressively. I could tell she was on fire again. Our movements are quick, and I'm back on top of her.

One. Two. Three.

I am counting the buttons of her blouse that I am unbuttoning while our kiss continued. She became so aggressive that I had to join her. Our tongue ignited a battle fueled by fire and lust.

Four.

I moved away from her lips after unbuttoning the last one to remove the blouse that was indeed a hindrance. She didn't wait for me to completely remove it. She took it off herself, grabbed my neck, and lowered both of us to completely lay on top of the bed. I moved my hands across her back, unbuckling the bra locks. I let it loose for a moment before removing my hands from her back. I kissed her again because my tongue craves a sword fight.

"We have the same illness".

"Don't you worry... We will be okay".

What the fuck?

I quickly moved away, and our kiss ended, which surprised her. I immediately stood away from on top of her. What in the world was that? Why am I hearing a voice? I started looking around the somewhat dimly lit room. What is the source of that voice? I am not mistaking because I heard a female voice. I tried to relax, but I'm getting goose bumps.

"Baby? What's going on?" she inquired, but I couldn't focus entirely. That voice is still resonating somewhere.

"You're a monster! Your eyes! They are not normal! You're a monster! Monster!"

I was even more horrified when I realized that it is my own voice. I am not mistaking because that is me when I am younger. What the hell is happening? I could not move my whole body because of confusion. Am I going crazy?

"Mino, Baby-" she was about to say something, but when I looked at her, she lost consciousness. At the same time, I feel like the temperature in the room is dropping. 

What the hell happened? I gradually became cold. I'm not sure why, but I feel like I want to close my eyes as well. I'm afraid of this sudden abnormality, and I can't contain the drowsiness that is invading my system.

I tried to open my eyes but they are betraying me. I felt my body having the urge to collapse until I just felt the coldness of the floor. Before I closed my eyes, I saw a faint image of a man standing in front of the window.

Who are you? I am not able to utter that question as sleepiness had successfully infiltrated my system.