🌹OBSESSED 🌹 (Parfume the series)

❄️07 : The Past❄️

We went back home and cuddled on the couch. The pretty-faced person let me do whatever I wanted. We kissed, caressed, and she allowed me to touch her under her clothes on the top of her head, guiding me on what to do.

Being with her was like being in a new world that I had never experienced before. It was as if this world had only the two of us, and she was the teacher guiding me—a teacher who was incredibly sexy and stern at the same time.

However, at a certain point where things could have progressed further, she suddenly walked away without any warning and replied with an indifferent expression.

"That's enough."

She pushed me away, sat up straight, and adjusted her clothes after they had become disheveled because of me. She fixed her messy hair, reached out to gently rub her neck as if she felt a slight pain, and then narrowed her eyes, looking at me with a stern look.

"Kid." 

"...."

"Next time, don't do that. Only teenagers leave marks."

I pressed my lips together, feeling guilty for trying something a friend of mine once told me about. Making a kiss mark is a way of showing what's been done and indicating that she's taken. When I did it, I was just thinking about what I'd heard before and wanting to make her mine. If she ran into any of her people, they'd know she was no longer available.

"I'm sorry."

"Knowing your mistake is the first step to being forgiven. But it is a nuisance for me to have to go and get a coin to scrape it off."

"Does that really work? I thought it was just something people were talking about on the internet."

"It helps a little, but it would be better not to do it again."

Her tone was serious, not playful. I sat there silently, like a child being scolded. Seeing that I wasn't being stubborn or arguing, the pretty-faced person smiled at me, as if to pat me on the back after a scolding, then ruffled my hair until it was all messy.

"It's time to go. I'll take you home." 

"Can't I spend the night?"

"I have things I need to do."

I glanced at the clock on the wall, which read a little after 8:00 p.m. I was a little surprised that she had things to do so late most nights. I didn't know where she went or what she did, and when I asked, I never got an answer, so I kept quiet and picked up my bag, understanding.

"Okay, if you say so, I will go."

"Good girl." 

She leaned in to kiss my cheek playfully, then pulled my cheek until it stretched. 

"You little daifuku."

"You always call me that." 

"Because it's cute."

"...."

"So cute."

After dropping me off and drove away, I called a taxi and told him to follow that car, so I could observe her actions.

"Are we playing detective?" 

The taxi driver teased me as I craned my neck to get a better look. Embarrassed by his question, I could only manage a shy smile.

"Well... something like that."

"Looks like the car in front is playing detective too," he commented. 

"Probably watching someone in the house."

"But how could she see anything? Apart from the lights, there is nothing else visible."