Chapter 244: Petunia Titi (8)

Beautiful love stories end with stimulating sex. This truth, known to everyone, sometimes felt awkward to speak aloud. When I first met Wolf, along with the thought that I loved him, I felt a strange and unfamiliar emotion.

That I would end up having sex with this person.

Taking off our clothes and lying in the same bed, enduring the heavy impacts that resonated every time he moved his hips. Laughing while naked, embracing again and whispering ‘I love you,’ and him holding my ass while unleashing his lust in all sorts of embarrassing positions.

The scene, filled with a succession of embarrassing words, could be described as a collection of unfamiliar things that I couldn’t apply to myself.

For me, sex was a feeling that distant from love.

I believed in love, not sex.

Holding hands while walking and spending happy times sharing small jokes. The two of us grilling meat outdoors together, and riding horses along endless fields.

Watching the antics of lively children while watching Wolf grow old slowly.

That’s what I believed love was.

“I love you, Evan.”

And in my dream, I once again spoke of love with an ecstatic expression. My hands were wrapped around Evan’s neck, and Evan was positioned between my legs. My thighs were pressed tightly against his, and I was completely naked, not a stitch on.

Like water dripping drop by drop in a cave, the sweat trickling down Evan’s face tapped my nipples, tok, tok, stimulating them.

“I love you.”

And once again, I spoke of love and pushed my tongue into Evan’s mouth. Tongues slid in gently, tangling, and like the mating of snakes seen in the forest, we intimately shared body heat and saliva.

Once more, deeply, an intense pleasure piercing my body took control.

“Aagh! Ah, aaaah……!”

When I opened my eyes, the sun was shining brightly. My body felt refreshed, and my whole being was languid. I didn’t feel the slightest bit of the cool morning air. I looked at the dry leaves next to the window frame and realized I had overslept.

“Oh my, you’re awake?”

“Why, why didn’t you wake me?”

I shouted at Elena while grabbing clothes to change into. Elena shrugged her shoulders at my words and said,

“Evan told me not to wake you? He said you must be very tired. He said you should be able to practice alone when you’re not here, that it’s proper training, and he’s training now.”

“You still should have woken me up!”

“Really? How about you wash up first? You’re covered in sweat.”

“Uh, uh. I will, for now.”

After answering like that, I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom. While walking down the hallway, my flustered mind slowly started to function again. The argument from yesterday kept replaying in my memory. The fight where we yelled but ultimately gained nothing.

And Milia saying this to me with a sneer.

「The thought that it might not be. Have you really never considered it? Do you really think we controlled all of this? Who were you thinking of? What kind of dream did you have, where you were subjected to something by someone?」

From the moment I heard those words, doubt began to swell. Did these demons really make me dream? Or was I perhaps mistaken? Amidst the confusion, last night’s dream resurfaced, urging my steps forward. My sweat-soaked pants clinging to my thighs, and that sensitive spot that strangely pricked me with every movement, propelled me onward.

The bathroom was visible in a corner on the first floor.

Let’s wash up first. Things will be different after I wash up.

Thinking that, I flung open the bathroom door.

“Huh? What the.”

And there was Evan. His healthy, toned abs and sharp jawline, and his wet hair, and the thick, swaying cock below. I unintentionally scanned his entire body, then closed the shower door and said,

“S-sorry!”

My face was burning and wouldn’t cool down. My head felt hot, and Evan’s cock kept appearing before my eyes. It looked much thicker and longer than the Evan’s cock from my dream. Back then, even when being penetrated by Evan in the dream, I felt a head-spinning pleasure; what would happen if I were penetrated by such a club?

I felt a sharp pang in my lower abdomen and pressed my hand there. My body heated up, then cooled down rapidly as if a flame were dying out. But the image burned into my mind refused to disappear. Evan’s massive cock. And Wolf’s sordid appearance from back then.

Evan had attractive abs and a neat jawline. He looked at me with a wet face, and his manhood was also huge.

No matter how I thought about it, I couldn’t help but compare him to Wolf.

Because Wolf’s sordid appearance, when he greeted me naked back then, kept trying to compare itself next to Evan in my memory. Compared to Evan, his body was no different from a pot-bellied drunkard.

Lips that looked messy, sparsely covered like pig bristles, and a double chin.

Wolf’s flaccid penis, peeking out from between his fleshy thighs.

All these elements surfaced as if trying to compare him to Evan, and disappeared with a disgusted scream.

“No…! This really, really isn’t it……!”

I loved Wolf. Although I couldn’t swear I loved only him yet, there was a time I was confident that my love for Wolf was greater than for Evan.

I was confident that the memories I made with Wolf and the extreme adventures we had in the Demon Realm were wonderful memories that wouldn’t be tarnished by the slightly unsightly aspects he showed.

“I love you. Wolf.”

I tried calling Wolf’s name again. My chest, which used to pound whenever I called his name, was now quiet. Sitting slumped in the kitchen, I whispered Wolf’s name once more, but felt no emotion at all.

“No, that can’t be right…….

I couldn’t believe I was having these thoughts.

For me, sex was a feeling that distant from love.

I believed in love, not sex.

Holding hands while walking and spending happy times sharing small jokes. The two of us grilling meat outdoors together and riding horses along endless fields.

Watching the antics of lively children while watching Wolf grow old slowly.

That’s what I believed love was.

However, I couldn’t accept the fact that the memories I wanted to build with him, and the memories we had built so far, were being pushed aside just because of penis size and appearance.

I couldn’t believe that such a vulgar and lustful love was occupying the center of my being.

“No…….”

But every time I resolved this inwardly, Milia’s voice kept echoing in my head.

「The thought that it might not be. Have you really never considered it? Do you really think we controlled all of this? Who were you thinking of? What kind of dream did you have, where you were subjected to something by someone?」

It was as if Milia had appeared before me and was speaking directly to me. She was dancing a ballroom dance with elegant posture, lightly fluttering her skirt. She was bathed in the spotlight alone, while I sat on a chair, facing Milia in the darkness.

From there, I had no choice but to answer like this.

“No.”

Then Milia tilted her head, laughed, and performed a more lively dance move before whispering in my ear:

「You really have no thoughts about it? Really?」

Love cannot be explained. We could only guess who I loved based on the signals my body sent. My heart pounds when I see Evan. When I saw Evan’s naked body, I was more excited than by anything else, and whenever I heard Evan’s voice, I would become dazed.

“I… I have no thoughts.”

All the evidence pointed to Evan, but I ignored the target my heart indicated. Because that wasn’t the right basis. It was a fake emotion manipulated by the schemes of some wicked demons.

「If you have no feelings, there’s no way you’d have such dreams.」

But when I said that, Milia laughed again, saying:

“It’s all manipulation. It’s all manipulation. I know it’s an emotion you guys created.”

As I pushed Milia away while saying that, her body vanished like smoke, and the demon’s whisper echoed in my ears.

「You’re doubting it too, aren’t you? That maybe we didn’t manipulate it after all.」

Unable to answer that, I could only slump to the floor and clutch my head.

“I love you.”

Both in my heart and outside my body, I had to pray to my feelings, burying my head in the table.

“I love you. Wolf.”

Calling Wolf’s name again and again, hoping the cooled love would return. And praying that this strange feeling dominating my heart right now was fake.

Because for me, sex was a feeling that distant from love.

Because I believed in love, not sex.