The Tutorial Boss Changes His Mind

Phila fell sound asleep, utterly unaware of the world, with her face buried in my chest.

Her cheek was marked with dried tear tracks.

Her swollen face was marked as though pus accumulated over half a lifetime had been squeezed out.

'We really went at it.'

I sprawled out in a starfish position and stared up at the ceiling.

It had begun under the pretext of fulfilling Elena's wish, but once we started, I had ended up rushing to vent my own lust. Phila's plump folds curled and quivered, writhing as though they might make my mind snap.

Could what I did with Phila be called sex?

It was nothing more than an animal going into heat.

But I feel refreshed.

The suffocating pressure weighing on my mind seemed to have been washed away...