"Haaah~"
With a pleasured moan from Jenny, I dived deeper into her mouth, exploring every corner.
I can’t even explain how this happened. One mont we were out of the cafeteria, the next she had suggested we find a place to talk, and right after that we were here — wherever here is.
At first I had tried to stop her when she suddenly locked the door and latched onto , but like muscle mory I found myself responding to her advances. Like it was sothing so natural. Sothing I always did. It was so intense I got overwheld.
Next thing I knew I was on a desk with her legs locked around my waist as she sucked the very air out of . My shirt was nowhere in sight and hers was... well, it was there, just that I had mistakenly torn most of it in the heat of the mont.
"Hah, hah, hah—"
She pulled back trying to catch her breath, after which she promptly stole my lips again, grinding her hips against my crotch and driving further and further to the point of no return.
"Wait...!"
I suddenly pushed her back. A single string of saliva connected us.
"What the heck are we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this."
Her face was completely red and she looked out of breath.
"Why?" she asked. "Why shouldn’t we?"
She frowned and before I could even catch my breath enough to respond she dived back for my lips without restraint, arms right around my neck, just kept going, making feel lightheaded. Was she trying to suffocate or sothing?!
"STOP!"
I pushed her back once more. My face was probably beet red — I couldn’t tell since I couldn’t see myself, but I could tell from how insanely red hers was.
"WHY ARE YOU STOPPING ?! FIRST YOU IGNORE MY CALLS AND COMPLETELY AVOID FOR A WHOLE WEEK, THEN YOU START ACTING LIKE WE’RE STRANGERS AND NOW YOU DON’T WANT TO DO IT ANYMORE?!"
This is so ssed up. What the hell am I supposed to do about this situation? Do I just go with the flow? But that doesn’t feel right.
[I advise you not to entertain those thoughts.]
I frowned at that.
’What do you an by that?’
[Look, there are situations you just let play out as they should and make the best of it. Sotis morality becos a burden that slows you down and could beco the eventual cause of your death. Rember — you are not the protagonist of this world.]
I thought deeply about those words and understood what she ant. My situation didn’t give the liberty to do whatever I wanted. If I didn’t take full advantage of every situation I ca across, a ti would co when situations like this would no longer present themselves and I’d be truly screwed.
But then again, I still didn’t think this was the best way to go. What I needed right now was soone I could trust. Soone who could help navigate this world with no mories to fall back on.
"It’s not that I don’t want to do it, okay," I said.
"THEN WHAT?!"
In response I held her face firmly and looked her right in the eyes.
"I can’t rember anything."
Her whole expression fell.
"What?"
"I can’t rember ANYTHING. Like who I am, who you are, what any of this is. I’m completely blank."
For a whole twenty seconds she just sat there on my lap in silence.
"You an... you can’t rember who you are?" she asked.
I nodded.
"NOTHING, Jenny. Not even you."
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.
.
"When did it start?"
"I don’t know. I can’t rember."
"Sighs... this doesn’t make any sense. How could you just lose your mory like that?"
I shrugged.
We were now in an enormous room — her dorm room, apparently. The place was unnecessarily big, split into about three sections: kitchen, living room, and bedroom. We’d migrated to the bedroom and I was currently sat on the huge bed, which she had assured was fine. As was she.
"That has to be why you wouldn’t pick up," she muttered to herself, then looked at .
She had changed out of her torn shirt and was now wearing a red and black checkered shirt, styled oversized so it reached her thighs, sleeves folded back to reveal slender arms. Two buttons left undone at the top, giving a slight hint of the white shirt underneath. Shorts too. It was only now I noticed the small pink crystal ball earrings she had on — I hadn’t caught them until this mont.
"Where’s your phone?" she asked.
"I have a phone?" I replied.
"Yes you do... I got you one last year."
"Oh, so not everyone has one?"
"Phones sold here aren’t exactly cheap," she explained. "And we aren’t allowed to have them during lectures or exercises, so most people just leave them behind."
"Then mine should be in my dorm," I said.
She sighed. "Hopefully."
A quiet mont settled between us on the bed.
"Um... can you tell important things I should know? Without my mory I just feel like a complete idiot most of the ti," I laughed.
She suddenly held my hand.
"It’s alright. I’ll find a way to help you — those mories are important to both of us. I can’t have you forgetting that you started all this. How else am I going to make you take responsibility?" She gave that squinted look that made her eyes go cat-like.
"Eh... sure," I said.
She smiled. Then imdiately:
"THAT SAID, I DON’T WANT YOU LOOKING AT ANGEL."
I rolled my eyes. "This again? She’s Micheal’s girlfriend. Staring at her doesn’t an anything."
"I knew sothing was up when you kept looking at her that way," she said, shaking her head. "It seems you don’t rember that either."
"Rember what?"
"...That Angel was once your roommate."
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