However, today too the one who collapsed first was Cheick, and as soon as he woke up he said “there was no miracle.” He’s so cute, my future husband.
“It’s okay. And don’t we have some time left before checkout?”
When I raised my right index finger and subtly rubbed Cheick’s forearm while asking, Cheick looked at me with a slightly frightened expression. As soon as our eyes met, I put on the most lewd smile in the world all over my face.
“We do have time left… Yeah, enough for one more time.”
Cheick said in a voice that even felt resolute.
“Don’t worry too much. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Don’t overdo it, Liam.”
“No, I’m Liam Blake.”
As I climbed onto the waist of Cheick who was lying down restlessly, I said very triumphantly. Cheick seemed to find me quite heavy as he made an “ugh” sound for a moment, then smiled awkwardly at me as if nothing had happened. That face was so cute that I unconsciously reached out and touched Cheick’s cheek.
“Even if it’s hard, endure it a little, darling. I’ll make you feel good right away.”
“Okay, Liam. Anyway, I’m yours so if you like it then of course…”
“…Huh?”
Wait, what did I just hear?
“What did you just say, Tchaiki?”
“That anyway I’m yours so if you like it then of course I like it too. So I wanted to say it’s not hard. Really.”
“…Geez, in this state right now I could run faster than anyone to apply for an extended stay. Can I do that?”
“Of course.”
As soon as the words left Cheick’s mouth, I roughly threw on some clothes and immediately ran to the front desk to apply for an extended stay. Then as soon as I finished the procedures, I returned to the room, took off my clothes, and climbed onto Cheick’s waist.
“Let’s do it just enough not to die.”
“Don’t overdo it too much…”
Before Cheick could finish speaking, I blocked his mouth with my lips. Then I impatiently searched for and inserted the thing that rightfully belonged inside my back hole, then shook my waist wildly while squeezing the inserted object without rest as if in heat.
“Ngh, Liam, wait, hng, just a little, slowly…”
“Haa, ngh, sorry, I, really, aah, can’t control myself…!”
It’s an emotion I feel every time I’m with Cheick, but once my heart catches fire, I really can’t control the pace properly. In my heart I want to move with leisure so Cheick can enjoy it together rather than keep pushing him, but this doesn’t work out as intended.
Besides, does he even know what he just said to me? Saying he’s mine anyway—how can you say such stimulating words to someone who’s already excited!
“Ngh, ah, I can’t, breathe, a little.”
Even as Cheick complained of difficulty breathing, I, having sold my soul to lust, moved my body so violently I wondered if the hotel bed would break. Then when I suddenly came to my senses and looked around, I saw Cheick lying with both eyes closed and somewhat limp.
“Tchaiki, are you sleeping?”
“……”
No response. Other times, no matter how deeply asleep, he’d jump up if I just called him.
Belatedly realizing the seriousness of the situation, I immediately got off Cheick and examined him closely. No matter how I looked, he wasn’t sleeping, but seeing his chest moving, he seemed to be breathing… what’s going on?
“Tchaiki, honey!”
“Heavy…”
When I called him loudly, Cheick half-opened his big eyes and mumbled.
“What?”
“Sorry, Liam, but you’re… heavy.”
Let’s not do this position for long if possible, Cheick said in a very gentle tone and lightly stroked my sweat-soaked cheek. Then he closed the eyes he’d barely been keeping open and fell into a deep sleep as if… dying gloriously. I said to myself, trying hard to suppress the laughter that was about to burst out so as not to wake sleeping Cheick.
Sorry, I’ll be careful from now on. “If I can,” that is.
Side Story 1. The Faster One (End)
Side Story 2. A Small Wedding
The wedding with Liam took place exactly one year after I proposed to him, in the front yard of our house. While preparing a “micro wedding” with a minimum number of guests—about 20 people—Liam and I spent incredibly busy days without time to even open our eyes and got almost no sleep. However, we were both too excited—Liam was excited and I should say I was nervous—to feel tired from just a few days of missed sleep.
“Cheick, honey, can you believe we’re getting married today? Even now this feels like a dream! I’m marrying Cheick Rowan!”
Liam, who was especially excited today, shouted loudly while adjusting my outfit. I smiled at him and looked at Liam silently. Dressed in a crisp white tuxedo with his hair neatly slicked back with pomade, he was so handsome that no one in the world could compare.
“If you think about it, isn’t it more amazing that I’m marrying Liam Blake?”
“No, you really can’t imagine how I feel right now! I’m marrying the Chocolate Bar Prince…!”
I was a bit flustered by the nickname “Chocolate Bar Prince,” but thinking it seemed Liam liked it, I kissed his temple. Then I busily prepared to greet guests together with Liam.
Unless we do a vow renewal, this will be our first and last wedding, so the thought that I mustn’t make even a small mistake today kept bothering me.
“Ugh.”
While I moved like a broken robot, full of tension, Liam helped me stay somewhat relaxed by making jokes or giving me massages.
“It’s really amazing. It feels like just yesterday that I introduced Liam, saying I brought him to get comforted after being dumped by the friend he liked…”
In the midst of heating up the wedding preparations, I caught Dad saying something random in front of Ted. I asked Dad not to tell unnecessary stories, and Dad countered that he was just having a conversation with Ted about his son’s childhood.
“Cheick is a child with a very kind heart. One day I was planting flowers, and Liam…”
When Liam’s name was mentioned from Ted’s mouth, this time it was Liam’s turn to step forward and stop his dad.
“Ugh, I apologized for being mean back then!”
While the dads exchanged stories at the ceremony venue decorated simply but charmingly, and we intervened from time to time, Sophia, who came with Virgil and Nathan who would serve as today’s wedding attendants, patted my back and offered congratulations.
“Congratulations, Cheick.”
“Thanks. You and Virgil are getting married soon too, right?”
“Yeah, somehow you and I are getting married around the same time.”
When Sophia and I were exchanging warm greetings, Leda, who came as Liam’s guest, and her girlfriend Sam—she’s a theater actress—appeared at the ceremony venue holding each other’s hands. Sophia was surprised to see Leda for a moment, then approached her first and greeted her brightly.
“Hi, Leda. Long time no see.”
“Yeah, long time. This is my girlfriend Sam.”
When Leda introduced Sam, Sophia greeted her very energetically. I learned this from Liam later, but the Leda-Sam couple who met this way made concrete plans to have dinner together with the Sophia-Virgil couple.
The wedding without any set format or procedures was just like a small party. People ate, drank, and chatted simply in a free atmosphere, and Liam and I, in a harmonious atmosphere, clasped hands and pledged eternity with a kiss, then marched a short distance.
“Congratulations!”
While we walked the wedding road, Charlotte, who was in charge of today’s photography, shouted in her always energetic voice. Her belly, no longer carrying just herself, was considerably swollen.
Contrary to my worries about what would happen if something occurred on such an important day, the wedding proceeded smoothly.
When the last event, the fireworks, ended and all the guests had left, Liam said that the wedding ending without incident was all thanks to me paying a lot of attention.
“I didn’t do anything except be nervous all day. You’re the one who worked hard. While I just stupidly sweated, you greeted guests and exchanged greetings… You really worked hard, Liam.”
“How can you be so sweet. My husband.”
Liam said affectionately, resting his head on my shoulder.
“…Starting today I’m your husband. You’re my husband too.”
At my words, Liam smiled briefly, then mentioned Charlotte’s child who would be born soon.
“Seeing Charlotte’s full-term belly made me look forward to the day that child is born, but on the other hand I was also envious. So we too…”
“Yeah.”
I answered briefly and held Liam’s rough hand. Then I smiled at him. Looking at his eyes filled with tender energy, many stories came to my heart—even without saying them in words.
So I also told Liam with my eyes. That there’s no one in this world I’ll love as much as you, so if we have a child, there will be no greater blessing than that.
Side Story 2. A Small Wedding (End)
Side Story 3. Lydia Rowan-Blake
Lydia Rowan-Blake.
This name belongs to a child who became a new member of our family last spring, and both Liam and I smile just thinking of this name.
A long time ago, Liam said that if we had a child, we should support them whatever they wanted to do, and I agreed with that opinion. But seven-year-old Lydia’s future aspiration is…
“I’m going to be a pirate captain!”
