Lovers: XOXO [the guidebook]

❤️/East: Violet x Gin vs. The Spa (Pt. 1/3)

For these "short stories", I wanted to write something lighthearted and comedic to balance the EXTREME ANGST AND TERROR of Lovers: Boarding School (I can actually write some funny shit y'know). Even I, the writer of that damn book, need a break from all the crazy stuff going down in the book. So much ANGSTTTTTT.

To make things clear, most of the "short stories" I plan to publish here are not going to be in the same universe as Lovers per se; they're all in a universe(s) where everything is happy and bubbly and Violet is "with" a certain character (or all four of them IDGAF >wQ). That isn't to say you won't learn some new things about these characters that may (who am I kidding, WILL) appear later in Lovers somehow *wink wink, nudge nudge*

As a word of WARNING: I won't be taking these stories too seriously so the writing quality here won't be on par with Lovers...but I promise you, they're gonna be very entertaining. AND SEXY. So if you're not into kinky hilarity, don't read this. Or read it and die from the cringe. IDC.

Enjoy Gin's and Violet's trip to the spa!

Gin Dolor was laying back on his favourite couch in the arts room, thinking of ways to curb his boredom as he listened to Brahms' Violin Concerto in D major through his earphones.

Should I have that new Physics teacher that gave me an A- on my paper fired? he thought pensively as he closed his eyes to better appreciate the wonderful cadenza blaring passionate drama in his ears. Or should I get a new wallpaper from Mr. President?

Gin smirked to himself. I do need me another wallpaper...

"Gin!"

"What the--oof!"

Wincing from the pain at his abdomen, Gin glared at the thing that jumped on him.

Any thirst for blood he had diminished when he saw his beautiful, dark-haired vixen on his lap with an envelope held over her rose-red lips that he knew were curved into a mischievous smile. Her eyes, dark spheres of boundless space sparkled like lakes reflecting starlight and Gin immediately softened at the sight of them.

Cute.

"What has got you so excited, Love?" Gin said, taking out his earphones. I'm so forgiving when it comes to you. Then again, she was his girlfriend.

"Guess," she purred, her eyes smiling.

"Hmm, is the envelope you have there tickets to a sex exhibition?"

Violet rolled her eyes. 952, Gin tallied in his head.

"Why is it all about sex with you?"

"Can't help it. I'm a horny, hot-blooded man. And you," he said, gliding his hand on her thigh, "are a beautiful, tantalizing treat."

His grin grew wider when he felt her shiver from his touch and he chuckled when she pouted at him.

So cute.

Above him, Violet raised the envelope away from her face. "Since your big head is always in the gutter, I'll give it to you straight. These are spa vouchers I won for being the 100th customer at a new boutique I wandered into."

"The spa?" Gin said in disgust.

Violet's brows were raised. "You don't like the spa?"

"Aren't spas where old white guys get 'rub n' tugs' and 'happy endings' from trafficked Asian women?"

"Why do you always have to make things more sleazy than they really are?"

"So you have gift vouchers for the spa," Gin said, resting his head on his arms. "I presume they came in two."