Love Director [ENG]

Chapter 34: Future lover

This situation felt all too familiar. 

That was what Paint told himself when he opened his eyes in the morning... lying on someone's hard chest again.

The nong might have experienced that for the third time, which should have made him used to it, but in reality, as soon as he opened his eyes, his mind immediately recalled everything that happened the night before. From hearing his friend's moans through the wall, getting aroused by those sounds, being helped out by his phi, and then his phi getting aroused as well, to accidentally blurting out how something that big could even fit, ending up squeezing his legs so hard that it almost killed him.

No wonder his thighs still felt sore and warm—it wasn't surprising given how long Aphros had rubbed against them!

Even someone with a calm demeanor who could handle strange situations would find it hard to stay composed after all that. Paint's heart was pounding, his body felt feverish despite the room being chilled to 22 degrees Celsius.

Just one night and his heart felt like it would explode. But it was... unbelievably good. He wasn't sure if what they did last night could be called sex, but his body felt great, even if he cried like a child, saying he was scared of this and that. When he thought back...

Who was the one who sucked on his phi's finger and wouldn't let go until his phi gave him his tongue to suck instead? Who was the one who said he was scared but still let his phi put his finger inside? Who was the one who said he'd only have sex with someone he loved but ended up finishing just by rubbing against his phi?

Paint finally understood the concept of the body acting separately from the heart. But he hadn't realized that the reason he allowed it might be because his heart had already opened up to the other person.

The point was, he remembered everything. Or should he just pretend to have amnesia? Just thinking about it made him call himself an idiot. But what could he do? Right then, he didn't even dare glance upward, afraid that Aphros might be awake and looking at him. He couldn't figure out how he was going to face Aphros after this.

It wasn't just about his phi helping him with his first orgasm; it was also that...

"I'm going crazy!" Paint mumbled.

However, that morning, Paint wasn't sad, crying, or lamenting like he did after losing his first kiss. Maybe it was because only his fingers were taken that time, or maybe it didn't matter anymore. He decided to let things be, as his body felt good with this man's touch.

The point was, when should he get up and leave? Once he thought about it, he had to take action. But before he could do anything... Where were his pants?

Even though he had his own bedroom, Paint never slept naked because his younger sister lived in the house. It wouldn't be a good thing if she wanted to come sleep with him and found her brother lying around naked. Paint was not used to having his legs and the lower half of his body rubbing against the bed sheets. No, it was about Aphros' legs too.

But Aphros had his pants on! Yeah, but where did his shirt go?

Those thoughts panicked Paint because he realized he wasn't resting his cheek on fabric, but directly on a muscular chest. Thinking back, he remembered that when Aphros got sweaty, he took off his shirt. He could still recall how that movement had been extremely impressive.

Okay, he admitted that his phi was charming, but first things first, he needed to find his pants.

Paint tried to slip out of Aphros' embrace, but Aphros had his arm tightly around his waist, holding him in place with surprising strength. As he struggled slightly, his hand searched for his pants under the blanket, knowing full well that he had fallen asleep half-naked because someone took too long. By the time they were done, he was completely exhausted and fell asleep immediately.