"Ben!" A heavy call from a man my age stopped me from heading towards the gymnasium exit after my match. It was a kind of free martial arts match that I joined to pass the time and practice agility. I didn't really care about the pay, as I used to join this just to help a friend, then changed my purpose as a loneliness-buster. And he was the one who called me, the friend who plunged me into a place of physical competition like here. I turned my head, facing his fast-chasing presence, and he delivered a punch to my face. Damn it! Ah, the habit with Rena feels like I'm getting more and more prone to bad words. "Why did you come and hit me?" Before I had finished defending myself and blocking every punch from him, one of his fists hit my left shoulder. "I should have asked you! Did you fuck my sister?" He hadn't stopped, and his fist was hot on my cheek. "You asshole! Bastard! I've often told you that my sister is very innocent!" He's Resti's younger brother, my high school friend

"Still lost in thought?" I questioned Ben's behavior this morning. It seemed that since last night he had been daydreaming, I don't know what was on his mind that being with me was so boring. I thrust a plate of breakfast portions in front of Ben. Just a plate of frugal fried rice with eggs. I just learned how to cook it... this morning. Compared to fried rice from caterers who usually use new rice, this fried rice uses yesterday's uneaten rice. Local wisdom. Even at the dining table, it turns out that Ben is still busy with his laptop. Usually he would focus on me, only me, and lately--perhaps it was his habit before meeting me--Ben just sipped coffee from his cup while pressing the keys of the keyboard. "Yes... no." What kind of answer would that be?I laughed at his answer lightly when moved to sit across from Ben's chair. As trivial as I said, "Just tell me like usual." I eat the fried rice on Ben's plate. Uh, it was salty too. "Can you eat this?" "No problem, as long as it's

"You're here too?" My voice stuttered, difficult to control when I had to meet Satya in this place. For some reason, the look in his eyes seemed to strip me to the core. I was both embarrassed and wanted to feel him inside me in the roughest way possible. "A wonderful coincidence." He came over to me, embracing without caring about being a spectacle in a place like this. Who cares anyway? A place full of thumping music and drinks makes for freedom. Looking again, Satya grabbed the glass in my hand and also drank the contents in a seductive slow motion. Or was it just me who felt seduced by his every move? "How is your life after marriage?" Satya caught my attention from watching his body move to the empty bar stool beside me. Flanked by Satya and Matt seemed to make me accompanied by two bodyguards. Even though if they met me in bed, the two of them would not hesitate to torture me. Ah, that was back when I wasn't married. How is it now? I'll probably wait for Satya to challenge

I was still very sleepy when I felt rough hands twisting my nipples. It feels ridiculous and instantly sends the same sensation to my pussy."You can get wet in your sleep too? Wow, what a slut!"Whose voice was that? It wasn't Satya or Matt.Why are my eyes still so hard to open? Ah, those rough fingers digging into my slit, ruffling its contents until I feel my lower belly holding something in, then a strong flow explodes out there."Satya?"No one responded to my call, but my body was warming up. Every inch of it felt sensitive and the touch I applied to some parts seemed to deliver a sting many times more than usual.I wanted to fuck.But where are those rough hands? Where were those arousing fingers?In the end I only had my own hands to fill my very itchy pussy. It was so itchy.One finger wasn't enough. Two? Three? Oh, I need a dick. Even with five fingers digging so deep that I have to sit down to insert the whole thing, it still feels awkward.I still have one more hand to fil

This was the last time I was in the village for a college project. The official farewell was done yesterday, and this time it was time to return to the city. Ah, I miss Rena so much. During the separation from Rena, I had to deeply suppress the desire to approach other women. Including Resti. "Ben?" Having to meet him again on the bus to the nearest town, it still caused awkwardness for him. "I'll take the next departure." Resti seemed to relent, even though her luggage looked quite heavy. "That's okay. Sit down." I took one of the bags in Resti's hand and placed it on the luggage on the ceiling of the bus. Then the boxes and the rest. "Sorry," Resti looked down, avoiding my eyes every time I saw her. She should just say thank you. "What for?" I chuckle softly, then push her into the row of passenger seats. I don't really like being by the window. "Sorry, it's because of me that we're so awkward." "We never really got along." After the love confession business back when I was