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THE SEASON 4 Part 40. Don't Go Home 2's

"Don't compare yourself to anyone else." He now answered the words himself. "I knew you'd say that."

"Then why don't you believe it?" She's staring.

"Then why don't you ever... " He did not continue his words. This time I couldn't guess what he wanted to say.

"I never what?" He looked at me, but decided to throw his face away. "Shiori's? I never what?"

"No, I'm not angry okay. I trust you, sorry I just feel too much."

"You won't go home until you say the rest of that sentence." He smiled a little, apparently he thought I was joking.

"So I'll just sleep here?"

"Yes you sleep here. Give me your phone, I'll call and talk to your parents. You think I don't dare?"

He looked at me, I thought he was going to talk about taking her home or something, but instead now he's sitting on my lap and smiling. What he had in mind I couldn't guess.

"You want me to sleep here Ryohei? Are you sure you can sleep?" She looked at me holding my nape, and ended up kissingmu*mu, I inevitably hugged her waist and kissed her back. But why would he do this.

This kiss, making her breath sting, I started to think she was a long-lived person on another continent. She had no thoughts like any other polite girl. He's not that polite.

"You're fishing for something here?" I asked curiously.

"You smell of bath soap..." He said something that had nothing to do. But my mind was hooked by his words. I slammed him under me, I crushed him and I kissed his neck. He left me without a fight instead hugging me.

So maybe that means I never.... tried to touch her while in Osaka? That he didn't find himself attractive because I never went any further, he compared himself to my former unattractive because of that. That's ridiculous, I desperately didn't try it, yesterday I just got accepted. I don't want to be considered taking advantage of the opportunity.

She wears a one piece blouse with an A line skirt that makes it easy for me to touch her further with the rest of my body. He must know if I want it or not.

"Shiori, you feel it." He didn't answer me, he enjoyed it. I stopped, rolled beside him and looked at him. He's lookingat me.

"Why..." He asked me why I stopped.

"Because I respect you, not because you're unattractive, the answer is why I didn't try to do it in Osaka." His face was red, he smiled.

"I'm not embarrassing. My thoughts are like *******."

"Ryohei, that Setsukomu, that high-level geisha of yours, must be very polite no, she's not like me."

"You start again, I never even hold her hand, but you can do anything to me. I told you you could ask for anything. Even something so personal as this..." She laughed as I pressed her to give her a sign of what was 'very personal.' "Say if you want me, you can still back off now, I'll forgive you for daring to beg me..."

"What if Sayuri finds out,..."

"He's not a kid. I locked the door anyway. Tell me what you want?" She smiles. I've been wanting to v*matnnya now. Kuciu*m lehe*rnya and make it update*ng.

"Ryohei..." This word is enough for me to sign approval. I lifted her body off the couch. And I put him in my bed.

"What about the plan to drive me home." He tried to play, when there was no barrier between us.

"You're a really tough girl. Unfortunately you know it's too late to say that to Shiori." When I entered her house, made her hug me so tightly then. I know I made her happy.

"Don't stop..." Era*ngannnya, enough to make me almost unable to obey*himself.

"Bad girl, what if you get here tomorrow." I whispered in his ear while he was caressing*jang under me.

"Fu**." He cursed and his body made an uncontrollable jolt. And this time I made him groan once more. Finishing on top of his skin felt like an incredible relief then.

"You can go home now if you want." He laughed when I said it. "If it's not okay, I'll ask your father for permission, I hope he doesn't scold me anymore."

"Ryohei, you have to take me home." Shiori looked at me while lying on my chest.

"Yes, I'll take you." I answered him while closing my eyes. "Give me a break." I felt him touch my skin watching me with his eyes. I opened my eyes.

"You don't want to go home? Sayuri can lend you a shirt, I guess." She shook her head. "Then what?"

"You belong to me, not to that geisha." I smile. I reached her waist and kissed her.

"You belong to me, not to any gaijin." This time he laughed happily.

This difficult girl is already mine.