InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I'm a Little Drunk and I Need You Now ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: lovelycindies 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.10.2011 | Updated On: 02.10.2011 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 437 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.10.2011 | Updated On: 02.10.2011 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 437 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 2
Three in the morning, the stars were already scattered across the night sky.
The city’s streets, besides the street lamps, only had the 24/7 convenience stores whose lights never dimmed.
The night wind blew against her body, although a little cold, still couldn’t wake up a half drunk Sango. Her cheeks pink, her walking a little unsteady, she still had an air of sophistication surrounding her while singing the latest Lady Antebellum song.
“It’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk and I need you nowwwwww…” she sang, slowly raising her hands and waving in front of an invisible audience, her pretty silk evening bag swaying along with her.
The cold lonely night, with only her tone deaf, comparable to chickens squawking voice, sang at a very loud volume, “And I said I wouldn’t call, but I’m a little drunk and I need you nowwwwwww…”
When Miroku finished paying the bill and walked out of the piano bar, she was already gone. Fortunately, because of the tremendous amount of noise she was making, every block within the city could hear where Sango was. He ran there, just in
time to see her about to kiss a pothole on the street and effectively pulled her up.
Happily singing, Sango didn’t even notice she was about to trip and break her teeth, and elegantly stretched her arms out to Miroku, serenading him as if she was the leading lady in a movie singing to her lover.
“Another shot of whiskey, can’t stop looking at the door…wishing you’d come sweeping in the way you did beforeeeee…”
BANG!
Someone upstairs pushed open their windows and stuck their head out, expressing an opinion on her singing.
“Son of a bitch! Are you finished singing?!”
She sang her heart out, and not only did she not receive praise, but rather provoke some hurtful cursing, Sango was extremely unhappy. She deliberately straighted up, took a deep breath, lifted up her head, and using her loudest voice…
“IT’S A QUARTER AFTER ONEEEEEEE…”
The window upstairs banged open again.
“Do you know what time it is?!”
She pretended not to hear.
“I’M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU…”
“Do you have any manners?! You don’t need to sleep but some people still need to work tomorrow!”
Interrupted over and over again, Sango was also getting furious. “I was just trying to finish the song, and there is only ONE more word left in the song. Can you just pretend to not hear it?! And you say I’m the one being disruptive, what about you?!”
“Crazy bitch! If you sing again, I’m calling the police!”
“Police? You think I’m scared of you? Call them!” a drunk and angry Sango unreasonably yelled. Pointing to Miroku, she ordered, “You! Go beat him up for me!”
He watched the furious little lady with her angry reddened cheeks and couldn’t help but smile.
Shaking his head, he replied, “Fighting is not the answer.”
“Ok, you’re right, it isn’t…” a drunk Sango wisely agreed. “I can’t drag you under the water with me.” She held out her hands and patted him on the shoulders and said seriously, “Then you wait here, I’ll go up there myself.”
She then turned around and started rushing into the apartment building, using all her energy to try to break down the door.
“You asshole! Open the door! If you’re a man, open up the door and stop hiding in there like a woman!”
The man upstairs of course, was not stupid enough to open the door and instead used his cell to call the police.
Sango was suddenly picked up like a sack of flour and thrown over Miroku’s shoulders.
“What are you doing! Let me down! I still want to settle the score with that asshole!”
Miroku’s laughter shook his broad chest, yet he didn’t stop carrying her and continued to run. “Sorry, I can’t. I don’t want to make the headlines tomorrow. How about you let him off the hook tonight and we’ll settle the score with him some other time?”
Sango has always believed in revenge, and this time, with her anger boiling up inside her, she wasn’t easily giving up. She continued to struggle and insisted on going back.
“I don’t want to! Put me down now or—-ah—-“
Her protests stopped halfway and without warning, vomit started to gush up. She quickly closed her mouth and with a pale face, used both of her hands to cover her mouth.
Damn, she—she—she—
She wants to vomit!
Ignoring her impulse to vomit, Miroku steadily continued to carry her and run through the alleyways, carrying her as though she was as light as a feather.
However, his actions proved to be painful for her as ever step he took, the vomit climbed higher. She couldn’t help but to pound his back and yell, “Put me down, put me down now! I’m about to throw up—-“
Miroku stopped his running and using superman like speed, put her down on the side of the road.
Almost as soon as she hig the floor, the urge to vomit surged through her body and she couldn’t help but heaving up all the Long Island Ice Teas and wine in her system.
A warm big hand gently stroked her back. “Are you ok?” a mellow voice asked.
Sango lifted her head, and watched under the street lamps as a blurry male face took out some tissues and patiently and carefully wiped some vomit off of the corner of her mouth.
“Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice containing no judgments, only patience.
His gentle voice made her feel warm. Her impressions on this man climbed higher and higher.
“I’m okay.” Sango giggled, reaching her soft hands to touch his blurry face and try to make it stop shake. “I’m actually really really good. If you’ll go with me to drink some more, I’ll feel a lot better!”
“Drink?” he asked suspciously.
She was obliterated and drunk as a skunk, and this little lady still wanted to continue on drinking? Or did the shock of her ex-boyfriend’s wedding shock her too much that she wants to use alcohol to forget?
Sango hiccuped. “Yes, drinking.” She held on to his shoulders and shakily stood up. Emphasizing her determination, she nodded.
“It’s already really late, I think all the bars are closed already.” Miroku pointed out.
Sango didn’t agree and looked to her left, then to her right, then finally sawing not far in the distance, there were colorful neon lights flashing in the distance.
“Look! Shiny lights! That means it’s still open! Let’s go there!” She pointed towards the store.
Miroku turned and looked at the neon lights, his expression held a mixture of surprise and amusement, then after a while, he cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, of course I’m sure.” She patted his back very unladylike, the smiled and asked, “If there’s alcohol, why wouldn’t you be there? Don’t worry, this time, I’ll definitely foot the bill! Drink and eat whatever you want, it’s all on me.”
His consideration didn’t involve the bill.
“I think, they don’t sell alcohol there,” he said, trying to dissuade her into going into the place.
“No? Who said so? Well I say there must be alcohol in there!” Sango announced, narrowing her eyes, refusing to be dissuaded. “You don’t believe me? I’ll go ask for you right now!” And then stomping off, she disappeared into the entrance of the place.
After a while, a slender little body jumped out from under the plastic coconut trees, waving her hands around to catch Miroku’s eyes, excitedly yelling, “Hey! HEY! I told you they sell alcohol here!”
“Don’t just stand there, quickly, come in! The lady also said there’s karaoke!!!!” Her loud voice echoed into the night.
“Come on!!” she yelled even louder.
He was sure that if he didn’t go in, a half drunk Sango would yell even louder and start another fight with a neighboring building tenant. As long as anyone called the police, him and Sango were definitely going to be arrested on disorderly conduct.
“HEY!” she yelled.
It appeared as if he had no choice. Miroku smiled helplessly and finally walked towards the building.
Holding the microphone, singing all the the songs she knew in the songbook and drinking all the drinks the waiters mixed for her on top of two bottles of beer, the large HD LCD television and sound system finally couldn’t hold Sango’s interest anymore.
She had finally run out of stamina, her slender body fell down onto the plush king sized bed.
*Note* In Asian countries, karaoke rooms typically includes sofa, and if someone requests it, a bed & a bathroom.
The bed was surrounded by mounds of silk, and even the bedsheets felt like a dream to lay on. The room was designed with a luxurious theme, and she felt like a fairy tale princess lying on the bed.
Wait, why is there a bed here? Did she request it?
Her drunk mind pondered the question.
Well, thank god there’s a bed, she’s tired and this is the perfect bed for her.
Her comfort swallowed her doubt as she laid on the soft and cushy bed, her eyes squinting at the colorful lights on the disco ball. The disco ball turned and turned, casting out dazzling displays around the huge room.
Acting up for a while, she was finally calm and collected.
During this time, she sang and drank, and occasionally even vomited, hastily leaving the microphone and stepping on the plush carpet and rushing into the beautiful luxurious bathroom to puke her brains out.
And during this time, the man was always beside her.
While she was singing, he would sit beside her, quietly facing the torture of her singing. While she was drinking, he would try to persuade her to drink a little less, yet she pretended not to hear, and even threatened him that if he didn’t drink, that means she didn’t respect her, forcing him to drink quite a little alcohol.
Ugh! She needed to vomit again! Sango jumped off the bed and yet again rushed into the bathroom.
And as usual, when she rushed into the bathroom, he was still there to patiently take care of her. This man’s tolerance for alcohol seems to be much better than hers. At least, while she was a hot drunk mess, he still seemed to be fairly awake. While she was throwing up, he would gently pat her back. Afterwards, he would use a wet cool towel to wipe her face and her hands. His actions were so gentle that she felt safe and protected under his care.
Except this time, the cool wet towel didn’t satisfy her.
“I want water.” She half closed her eyes and whispered to him.
“Okay.”
He put down the towel, stood up, and slowly walked out of the bathroom.
Sitting on the marble tiles, Sango stared blankly at his retreating back, randomly thinking what kind of food can you eat to grow as tall as this man right here.
His clean demeanor woke her up a little, feeling embarrassed on her own messy and dirty self, coupled with the after taste of the alcohol in her mouth.
She looked around and discovered in the corner of the bathroom stood a very European bathtub with four claws.
“Shower time!” she murmured to herself, drunkenly climbing in and turning the water on. Grabbing the strawberry scented soap, she scrubbed and scrubbed herself, and after awhile, she realized that she forgot to take her cocktail dress off and it is already soaking wet.
She took off the ridiculously expensive cocktail dress and threw it onto the bathroom floor, then threw her panties on the floor, and under a state of intoxication, she finally finished cleaning herself.
Turning the water off, a dripping wet Sango stepped out of the bathtub, and coincidentally, saw Miroku standing by the door holding a cup of water looking at her.
“Sorry,” he calmly said, and using the fastest speed possible, turned and walked away.
Not expecting any of this, Miroku didn’t have time to react, but because of the instinct of men, he still stared and boy did he see an eyeful, memorizing her snow white skin, her graceful curves, and the swell of her breasts.
His mind turned to the kiss they had and how soft, sweet, and mesmerizing it was.
“Water?” a soft voice sounded in his ears.
Sango wore a fluffy robe, her wet messy hair dripping, lazily lounged by his side without any defenses. The crystal drops of water dripped down her hair and fell into the slightly open collar of her bathrobe, enhancing her skin to make it even more pink and attractive.
Miroku handed her the cup.
“Thank you.”
Although drunk, she still had manners. She finished and picked up a bag of mint cough drops and using her strawberry pink tongue, licked it first, then put it into her mouth.
This unintentionally move however, made Miroku’s blood boil and in that moment, it was difficult to overcome his desires.
Her every move was laden with temptations.
A sweet smell wafted over and leaned towards him. He turned his head in a daze and looked at her dazzling smile.
“Did you not hear me?” she leaned closer. “I said thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She smiled happily, her soft body almost in his arms. “Wow, you really are a nice and decent man!”
Ha ha ha, Buddha is really looking out for her, actually letting her meet this endangered species! Not only did he save her, but he accompanied her most of the night, patiently taking care of her, not once complaining or scolding her. All this only made her have a great impression of him.
“Let me tell you,” she whispered, mysteriously leaning towards him and circling her arms around his neck, “you smell…really…nice.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she licked her lips, her eyes hopeful. “Can we do it one more time?”
“Again?” he softly asked, his tone melting her.
“Mmhm, again.”
“What do you mean again?” he asked, softly biting her reddened lips. “Like this?” his tongue softly caressed her lower lips most sensitive part, causing her to involuntarily
shudder. “Or like this?” he held her closer and kissed her deeply.
Her senses shot up and ignited her desire, combined with the presence of alcohol, it all became very matter of fact. She didn’t realize that her hands were tightly clutching his shoulders, and whenever he slightly left her lips, she would softly whine.
“Again…”
She was desperate for a taste.
“Again.”
His taste was even heavier than the drinks, making her even more intoxicated.
“No.” His voice low, his lips left her and started sucking at her soft and sensitive ears.
His every word and every move ignited a flame inside her body and she was finding it hard to extinguish. Her body shuddered, and she helplessly rubbed against his body, feeling defeated because of him not continuing.
“Why not?” she instinctively rubbed against him, not realizing that her bathrobe had slid open to reveal creamy white skin.
“This is taking advantage of you.”
“Well I’m telling you you’re not!” she bossily announced, “continue, don’t stop.”
Finally, his hot lips covered hers again.
This time’s kiss was deeper and more passionate and held a strong determination of never letting go.
* WARNING * WARNING * LIME SCENE * WARNING * WARNING*
His steady hands, using the most feather-like movements, slipped her out of her bathrobe revealing her breasts, pushed full and high, her creamy soft skin, her long graceful legs.
Among the chaos, Sango heart a sigh.
She opened her dazed eyes and saw a man sitting by the bed watching her with burning passionate violet eyes. A sense of shyness and pride filled her and the alcohol inside her made her lose her mind, leaving her at the mercy of his hands.
Soft and delicate hands touched his chest, her rosy face came closer and using her teeth she unbuttoned every one of his shirt revealing a tanned broad chest. She gently rubbed her soft face against his chest.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she closed her eyes and whispered.
His breathing became heavier, his warm hands touching all over her body. He bent down and kissed her soft neck, coaxing her with a low voice, his hands inappropriately touching her.
An intense pleasure shot through her and left her trembling.
His lips kissed every part of her skin, not leaving anything out, not even her cute little toes and her flower tattoo on her ankle. His lips kissed her most sensitive area.
“Don’t…” she struggled, unable to take anymore.
He wouldn’t let her.
“Again.” he pointedly said, repeating the words that she’s said so many times tonight.
Using superman reflexes, he put on his condom and climbed on top of her, a familiar weight settling on her.
Pain!
Sango screamed, and abruptly opened her eyes to stare at the man, aghast.
He froze, his huge body motionless, sweat dripping down his muscles and landing on her skin.
The pain was quickly replaced by an intolerable pleasure, sending it all away. Sango took a deep breath, feeling surprised that she could feel him inside her, like a beast,
ready to go.
“Get off me!”
The pain scared her off, she used two hands to push him off of her.
He didn’t move, his body was tense, his fiery eyes looking at her.
“I can’t,” he breathed out, not expecting this would be her first time. Even if he was willing, his conscience would never let him let this sweet woman off his radar.
“Why can’t you?!”
“I can’t stop,” he truthfully replied.
“But it reallyyy hurts!” Sango wriggled around, feeling him inside.
He was calm and collected.
“The first time always hurts.”
Although it didn’t hurt as much as before now, she was unhappy to realize that she was the only one in pain.
“Why am I the only one in pain?” she aimed a punch at his eye and missed. “Why?” she aimed again, this time almost hitting him but her hand was held firmly in place by him.
“Don’t move.” His voice was similar to a roar.
Of course she wouldn’t be obedient, and so she continued to wriggle around trying to force him out but he wouldn’t be budged and was deeper inside her.
His jaw tight, his sweaty handsome face buried in her neck, his hands holding on to her waist, as he slowly started to move.
A strange feeling started to overcome her. The pain was reducing replaced by intense pleasure. She has written about this so many times, imagining the sex scenes so many times in her head, yet this is the first time she has personally experienced this feeling, far exceeding her fantasies.
She pressed involuntarily forward and gradually adapted to his rhythm.
Every thrust made her involuntarily moan.
She felt him gaining speed and with the last few movements a firework exploded within her body, flooding her senses…
*END LIME SCENE*
Pain!
Her head really hurts!
She hadn’t even opened her eyes and Sango is already moaning with pain.
God, this really hurts!
Holding her head carefully fearing that any sudden movements will lead to more intense pain, she finally opened her eyes.
Okay, good, the pain didn’t increase if she opened her eyes, but —
She stared at the ceiling, looking at the mirror, then finally recognized her own reflection.
Of course, she looked in the mirror every day and was familiar with her own appearance. The problem is, she has never looked in the mirror and saw her own reflection completely naked lying alongside a man, their legs entangled.
What the fuck happened?
She laid quietly, her eyes round and wide.
Seriously, what happened?!
She used her hangover head to think back what happened, not forgetting to check out the surroundings.
Besides the ceiling, the four walls around her were inlaid with mirrors. Thanks to these mirrors, she could clearly see from any angle how intimate her and the man was.
While she was thinking, the man’s huge palms cupped her breast, his powerful legs immobilizing and trapping her.
This man not only had a really handsome face, but he also had a really hot body. His broad chest and powerful arms were a soft honey color, tan from the sun, and surprisingly, his nails were neatly trimmed. Last night, his hands…were on her…
Memory came trickling in, bit by bit.
Sango buried her face in her hands.
Well, she finally remembered everything.
Last night, after leaving the piano bar, the only place that was open was this karaoke hotel. At that time, she only wanted to drink and didn’t even consider anything else, vaguely remembering that at the counter, she saw numerous strange rooms and felt like she was at an amusement park and shouted, “I want this room! Mirrors! A lot of mirrors! Mirrors! Mirrors! Mirrors!”
Sango groaned.
Damn, she shouldn’t have drank so much! Great, not only was she a drunken hot mess, but the whole night she was like a crazy bitch, screaming and throwing tantrums, and even climbing into bed with a complete stranger. Even more frightening was that she vaguely recalled her making the first move, leaning into his arms for a kiss again
and again…
Her pink face, because of last night’s memories, made her as pink as a peach.
She could never face this man again. She used the lightest movements, almost as if she was on slow-mo, carefully slid out of his grasp, spending nearly half an hour escaping from his embrace.
The man in bed was still fast asleep.
Sango, using lightning speed, started to look for her clothes. Her cocktail dress and panties were still on the bathroom floor, dripping wet. Better than nothing, she supposed.
She put on her ice cold panties, involuntarily shuddering, and not willing to slow down, regrettably slipped on her cocktail dress.
Finished, she crept out of the bathroom, finding her discarded evening bag in a corner.
Whew, great, she found everything!
Secretly relieved, she turned her head to make sure the man was still sleeping.
After that, she used lightning speed yet again to abandon her bed partner, never glancing back.
Chapter 3
Black.
Besides the glowing light of the LCD computer monitor, the entire room was pitch black.
Loud opera music floated around the pitch black room, the woman’s soprano voice climbing higher and higher, singing about her love story while the orchestra accompanied her. The surging music, every note, every beat, left the air inside the room to tremble.
Yet the woman sitting in front of the computer never even moved, her eyes staring straight at the screen.
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Three in the morning, the stars were already scattered across the night sky.
The city’s streets, besides the street lamps, only had the 24/7 convenience stores whose lights never dimmed.
The night wind blew against her body, although a little cold, still couldn’t wake up a half drunk Sango. Her cheeks pink, her walking a little unsteady, she still had an air of sophistication surrounding her while singing the latest Lady Antebellum song.
“It’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk and I need you nowwwwww…” she sang, slowly raising her hands and waving in front of an invisible audience, her pretty silk evening bag swaying along with her.
The cold lonely night, with only her tone deaf, comparable to chickens squawking voice, sang at a very loud volume, “And I said I wouldn’t call, but I’m a little drunk and I need you nowwwwwww…”
When Miroku finished paying the bill and walked out of the piano bar, she was already gone. Fortunately, because of the tremendous amount of noise she was making, every block within the city could hear where Sango was. He ran there, just in
time to see her about to kiss a pothole on the street and effectively pulled her up.
Happily singing, Sango didn’t even notice she was about to trip and break her teeth, and elegantly stretched her arms out to Miroku, serenading him as if she was the leading lady in a movie singing to her lover.
“Another shot of whiskey, can’t stop looking at the door…wishing you’d come sweeping in the way you did beforeeeee…”
BANG!
Someone upstairs pushed open their windows and stuck their head out, expressing an opinion on her singing.
“Son of a bitch! Are you finished singing?!”
She sang her heart out, and not only did she not receive praise, but rather provoke some hurtful cursing, Sango was extremely unhappy. She deliberately straighted up, took a deep breath, lifted up her head, and using her loudest voice…
“IT’S A QUARTER AFTER ONEEEEEEE…”
The window upstairs banged open again.
“Do you know what time it is?!”
She pretended not to hear.
“I’M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU…”
“Do you have any manners?! You don’t need to sleep but some people still need to work tomorrow!”
Interrupted over and over again, Sango was also getting furious. “I was just trying to finish the song, and there is only ONE more word left in the song. Can you just pretend to not hear it?! And you say I’m the one being disruptive, what about you?!”
“Crazy bitch! If you sing again, I’m calling the police!”
“Police? You think I’m scared of you? Call them!” a drunk and angry Sango unreasonably yelled. Pointing to Miroku, she ordered, “You! Go beat him up for me!”
He watched the furious little lady with her angry reddened cheeks and couldn’t help but smile.
Shaking his head, he replied, “Fighting is not the answer.”
“Ok, you’re right, it isn’t…” a drunk Sango wisely agreed. “I can’t drag you under the water with me.” She held out her hands and patted him on the shoulders and said seriously, “Then you wait here, I’ll go up there myself.”
She then turned around and started rushing into the apartment building, using all her energy to try to break down the door.
“You asshole! Open the door! If you’re a man, open up the door and stop hiding in there like a woman!”
The man upstairs of course, was not stupid enough to open the door and instead used his cell to call the police.
Sango was suddenly picked up like a sack of flour and thrown over Miroku’s shoulders.
“What are you doing! Let me down! I still want to settle the score with that asshole!”
Miroku’s laughter shook his broad chest, yet he didn’t stop carrying her and continued to run. “Sorry, I can’t. I don’t want to make the headlines tomorrow. How about you let him off the hook tonight and we’ll settle the score with him some other time?”
Sango has always believed in revenge, and this time, with her anger boiling up inside her, she wasn’t easily giving up. She continued to struggle and insisted on going back.
“I don’t want to! Put me down now or—-ah—-“
Her protests stopped halfway and without warning, vomit started to gush up. She quickly closed her mouth and with a pale face, used both of her hands to cover her mouth.
Damn, she—she—she—
She wants to vomit!
Ignoring her impulse to vomit, Miroku steadily continued to carry her and run through the alleyways, carrying her as though she was as light as a feather.
However, his actions proved to be painful for her as ever step he took, the vomit climbed higher. She couldn’t help but to pound his back and yell, “Put me down, put me down now! I’m about to throw up—-“
Miroku stopped his running and using superman like speed, put her down on the side of the road.
Almost as soon as she hig the floor, the urge to vomit surged through her body and she couldn’t help but heaving up all the Long Island Ice Teas and wine in her system.
A warm big hand gently stroked her back. “Are you ok?” a mellow voice asked.
Sango lifted her head, and watched under the street lamps as a blurry male face took out some tissues and patiently and carefully wiped some vomit off of the corner of her mouth.
“Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice containing no judgments, only patience.
His gentle voice made her feel warm. Her impressions on this man climbed higher and higher.
“I’m okay.” Sango giggled, reaching her soft hands to touch his blurry face and try to make it stop shake. “I’m actually really really good. If you’ll go with me to drink some more, I’ll feel a lot better!”
“Drink?” he asked suspciously.
She was obliterated and drunk as a skunk, and this little lady still wanted to continue on drinking? Or did the shock of her ex-boyfriend’s wedding shock her too much that she wants to use alcohol to forget?
Sango hiccuped. “Yes, drinking.” She held on to his shoulders and shakily stood up. Emphasizing her determination, she nodded.
“It’s already really late, I think all the bars are closed already.” Miroku pointed out.
Sango didn’t agree and looked to her left, then to her right, then finally sawing not far in the distance, there were colorful neon lights flashing in the distance.
“Look! Shiny lights! That means it’s still open! Let’s go there!” She pointed towards the store.
Miroku turned and looked at the neon lights, his expression held a mixture of surprise and amusement, then after a while, he cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, of course I’m sure.” She patted his back very unladylike, the smiled and asked, “If there’s alcohol, why wouldn’t you be there? Don’t worry, this time, I’ll definitely foot the bill! Drink and eat whatever you want, it’s all on me.”
His consideration didn’t involve the bill.
“I think, they don’t sell alcohol there,” he said, trying to dissuade her into going into the place.
“No? Who said so? Well I say there must be alcohol in there!” Sango announced, narrowing her eyes, refusing to be dissuaded. “You don’t believe me? I’ll go ask for you right now!” And then stomping off, she disappeared into the entrance of the place.
After a while, a slender little body jumped out from under the plastic coconut trees, waving her hands around to catch Miroku’s eyes, excitedly yelling, “Hey! HEY! I told you they sell alcohol here!”
“Don’t just stand there, quickly, come in! The lady also said there’s karaoke!!!!” Her loud voice echoed into the night.
“Come on!!” she yelled even louder.
He was sure that if he didn’t go in, a half drunk Sango would yell even louder and start another fight with a neighboring building tenant. As long as anyone called the police, him and Sango were definitely going to be arrested on disorderly conduct.
“HEY!” she yelled.
It appeared as if he had no choice. Miroku smiled helplessly and finally walked towards the building.
Holding the microphone, singing all the the songs she knew in the songbook and drinking all the drinks the waiters mixed for her on top of two bottles of beer, the large HD LCD television and sound system finally couldn’t hold Sango’s interest anymore.
She had finally run out of stamina, her slender body fell down onto the plush king sized bed.
*Note* In Asian countries, karaoke rooms typically includes sofa, and if someone requests it, a bed & a bathroom.
The bed was surrounded by mounds of silk, and even the bedsheets felt like a dream to lay on. The room was designed with a luxurious theme, and she felt like a fairy tale princess lying on the bed.
Wait, why is there a bed here? Did she request it?
Her drunk mind pondered the question.
Well, thank god there’s a bed, she’s tired and this is the perfect bed for her.
Her comfort swallowed her doubt as she laid on the soft and cushy bed, her eyes squinting at the colorful lights on the disco ball. The disco ball turned and turned, casting out dazzling displays around the huge room.
Acting up for a while, she was finally calm and collected.
During this time, she sang and drank, and occasionally even vomited, hastily leaving the microphone and stepping on the plush carpet and rushing into the beautiful luxurious bathroom to puke her brains out.
And during this time, the man was always beside her.
While she was singing, he would sit beside her, quietly facing the torture of her singing. While she was drinking, he would try to persuade her to drink a little less, yet she pretended not to hear, and even threatened him that if he didn’t drink, that means she didn’t respect her, forcing him to drink quite a little alcohol.
Ugh! She needed to vomit again! Sango jumped off the bed and yet again rushed into the bathroom.
And as usual, when she rushed into the bathroom, he was still there to patiently take care of her. This man’s tolerance for alcohol seems to be much better than hers. At least, while she was a hot drunk mess, he still seemed to be fairly awake. While she was throwing up, he would gently pat her back. Afterwards, he would use a wet cool towel to wipe her face and her hands. His actions were so gentle that she felt safe and protected under his care.
Except this time, the cool wet towel didn’t satisfy her.
“I want water.” She half closed her eyes and whispered to him.
“Okay.”
He put down the towel, stood up, and slowly walked out of the bathroom.
Sitting on the marble tiles, Sango stared blankly at his retreating back, randomly thinking what kind of food can you eat to grow as tall as this man right here.
His clean demeanor woke her up a little, feeling embarrassed on her own messy and dirty self, coupled with the after taste of the alcohol in her mouth.
She looked around and discovered in the corner of the bathroom stood a very European bathtub with four claws.
“Shower time!” she murmured to herself, drunkenly climbing in and turning the water on. Grabbing the strawberry scented soap, she scrubbed and scrubbed herself, and after awhile, she realized that she forgot to take her cocktail dress off and it is already soaking wet.
She took off the ridiculously expensive cocktail dress and threw it onto the bathroom floor, then threw her panties on the floor, and under a state of intoxication, she finally finished cleaning herself.
Turning the water off, a dripping wet Sango stepped out of the bathtub, and coincidentally, saw Miroku standing by the door holding a cup of water looking at her.
“Sorry,” he calmly said, and using the fastest speed possible, turned and walked away.
Not expecting any of this, Miroku didn’t have time to react, but because of the instinct of men, he still stared and boy did he see an eyeful, memorizing her snow white skin, her graceful curves, and the swell of her breasts.
His mind turned to the kiss they had and how soft, sweet, and mesmerizing it was.
“Water?” a soft voice sounded in his ears.
Sango wore a fluffy robe, her wet messy hair dripping, lazily lounged by his side without any defenses. The crystal drops of water dripped down her hair and fell into the slightly open collar of her bathrobe, enhancing her skin to make it even more pink and attractive.
Miroku handed her the cup.
“Thank you.”
Although drunk, she still had manners. She finished and picked up a bag of mint cough drops and using her strawberry pink tongue, licked it first, then put it into her mouth.
This unintentionally move however, made Miroku’s blood boil and in that moment, it was difficult to overcome his desires.
Her every move was laden with temptations.
A sweet smell wafted over and leaned towards him. He turned his head in a daze and looked at her dazzling smile.
“Did you not hear me?” she leaned closer. “I said thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She smiled happily, her soft body almost in his arms. “Wow, you really are a nice and decent man!”
Ha ha ha, Buddha is really looking out for her, actually letting her meet this endangered species! Not only did he save her, but he accompanied her most of the night, patiently taking care of her, not once complaining or scolding her. All this only made her have a great impression of him.
“Let me tell you,” she whispered, mysteriously leaning towards him and circling her arms around his neck, “you smell…really…nice.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she licked her lips, her eyes hopeful. “Can we do it one more time?”
“Again?” he softly asked, his tone melting her.
“Mmhm, again.”
“What do you mean again?” he asked, softly biting her reddened lips. “Like this?” his tongue softly caressed her lower lips most sensitive part, causing her to involuntarily
shudder. “Or like this?” he held her closer and kissed her deeply.
Her senses shot up and ignited her desire, combined with the presence of alcohol, it all became very matter of fact. She didn’t realize that her hands were tightly clutching his shoulders, and whenever he slightly left her lips, she would softly whine.
“Again…”
She was desperate for a taste.
“Again.”
His taste was even heavier than the drinks, making her even more intoxicated.
“No.” His voice low, his lips left her and started sucking at her soft and sensitive ears.
His every word and every move ignited a flame inside her body and she was finding it hard to extinguish. Her body shuddered, and she helplessly rubbed against his body, feeling defeated because of him not continuing.
“Why not?” she instinctively rubbed against him, not realizing that her bathrobe had slid open to reveal creamy white skin.
“This is taking advantage of you.”
“Well I’m telling you you’re not!” she bossily announced, “continue, don’t stop.”
Finally, his hot lips covered hers again.
This time’s kiss was deeper and more passionate and held a strong determination of never letting go.
* WARNING * WARNING * LIME SCENE * WARNING * WARNING*
His steady hands, using the most feather-like movements, slipped her out of her bathrobe revealing her breasts, pushed full and high, her creamy soft skin, her long graceful legs.
Among the chaos, Sango heart a sigh.
She opened her dazed eyes and saw a man sitting by the bed watching her with burning passionate violet eyes. A sense of shyness and pride filled her and the alcohol inside her made her lose her mind, leaving her at the mercy of his hands.
Soft and delicate hands touched his chest, her rosy face came closer and using her teeth she unbuttoned every one of his shirt revealing a tanned broad chest. She gently rubbed her soft face against his chest.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she closed her eyes and whispered.
His breathing became heavier, his warm hands touching all over her body. He bent down and kissed her soft neck, coaxing her with a low voice, his hands inappropriately touching her.
An intense pleasure shot through her and left her trembling.
His lips kissed every part of her skin, not leaving anything out, not even her cute little toes and her flower tattoo on her ankle. His lips kissed her most sensitive area.
“Don’t…” she struggled, unable to take anymore.
He wouldn’t let her.
“Again.” he pointedly said, repeating the words that she’s said so many times tonight.
Using superman reflexes, he put on his condom and climbed on top of her, a familiar weight settling on her.
Pain!
Sango screamed, and abruptly opened her eyes to stare at the man, aghast.
He froze, his huge body motionless, sweat dripping down his muscles and landing on her skin.
The pain was quickly replaced by an intolerable pleasure, sending it all away. Sango took a deep breath, feeling surprised that she could feel him inside her, like a beast,
ready to go.
“Get off me!”
The pain scared her off, she used two hands to push him off of her.
He didn’t move, his body was tense, his fiery eyes looking at her.
“I can’t,” he breathed out, not expecting this would be her first time. Even if he was willing, his conscience would never let him let this sweet woman off his radar.
“Why can’t you?!”
“I can’t stop,” he truthfully replied.
“But it reallyyy hurts!” Sango wriggled around, feeling him inside.
He was calm and collected.
“The first time always hurts.”
Although it didn’t hurt as much as before now, she was unhappy to realize that she was the only one in pain.
“Why am I the only one in pain?” she aimed a punch at his eye and missed. “Why?” she aimed again, this time almost hitting him but her hand was held firmly in place by him.
“Don’t move.” His voice was similar to a roar.
Of course she wouldn’t be obedient, and so she continued to wriggle around trying to force him out but he wouldn’t be budged and was deeper inside her.
His jaw tight, his sweaty handsome face buried in her neck, his hands holding on to her waist, as he slowly started to move.
A strange feeling started to overcome her. The pain was reducing replaced by intense pleasure. She has written about this so many times, imagining the sex scenes so many times in her head, yet this is the first time she has personally experienced this feeling, far exceeding her fantasies.
She pressed involuntarily forward and gradually adapted to his rhythm.
Every thrust made her involuntarily moan.
She felt him gaining speed and with the last few movements a firework exploded within her body, flooding her senses…
*END LIME SCENE*
Pain!
Her head really hurts!
She hadn’t even opened her eyes and Sango is already moaning with pain.
God, this really hurts!
Holding her head carefully fearing that any sudden movements will lead to more intense pain, she finally opened her eyes.
Okay, good, the pain didn’t increase if she opened her eyes, but —
She stared at the ceiling, looking at the mirror, then finally recognized her own reflection.
Of course, she looked in the mirror every day and was familiar with her own appearance. The problem is, she has never looked in the mirror and saw her own reflection completely naked lying alongside a man, their legs entangled.
What the fuck happened?
She laid quietly, her eyes round and wide.
Seriously, what happened?!
She used her hangover head to think back what happened, not forgetting to check out the surroundings.
Besides the ceiling, the four walls around her were inlaid with mirrors. Thanks to these mirrors, she could clearly see from any angle how intimate her and the man was.
While she was thinking, the man’s huge palms cupped her breast, his powerful legs immobilizing and trapping her.
This man not only had a really handsome face, but he also had a really hot body. His broad chest and powerful arms were a soft honey color, tan from the sun, and surprisingly, his nails were neatly trimmed. Last night, his hands…were on her…
Memory came trickling in, bit by bit.
Sango buried her face in her hands.
Well, she finally remembered everything.
Last night, after leaving the piano bar, the only place that was open was this karaoke hotel. At that time, she only wanted to drink and didn’t even consider anything else, vaguely remembering that at the counter, she saw numerous strange rooms and felt like she was at an amusement park and shouted, “I want this room! Mirrors! A lot of mirrors! Mirrors! Mirrors! Mirrors!”
Sango groaned.
Damn, she shouldn’t have drank so much! Great, not only was she a drunken hot mess, but the whole night she was like a crazy bitch, screaming and throwing tantrums, and even climbing into bed with a complete stranger. Even more frightening was that she vaguely recalled her making the first move, leaning into his arms for a kiss again
and again…
Her pink face, because of last night’s memories, made her as pink as a peach.
She could never face this man again. She used the lightest movements, almost as if she was on slow-mo, carefully slid out of his grasp, spending nearly half an hour escaping from his embrace.
The man in bed was still fast asleep.
Sango, using lightning speed, started to look for her clothes. Her cocktail dress and panties were still on the bathroom floor, dripping wet. Better than nothing, she supposed.
She put on her ice cold panties, involuntarily shuddering, and not willing to slow down, regrettably slipped on her cocktail dress.
Finished, she crept out of the bathroom, finding her discarded evening bag in a corner.
Whew, great, she found everything!
Secretly relieved, she turned her head to make sure the man was still sleeping.
After that, she used lightning speed yet again to abandon her bed partner, never glancing back.
Chapter 3
Black.
Besides the glowing light of the LCD computer monitor, the entire room was pitch black.
Loud opera music floated around the pitch black room, the woman’s soprano voice climbing higher and higher, singing about her love story while the orchestra accompanied her. The surging music, every note, every beat, left the air inside the room to tremble.
Yet the woman sitting in front of the computer never even moved, her eyes staring straight at the screen.
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