Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Don't let others fill your emptiness..."

Afro raised her head, like a tulip that had been ravaged by the wind and rain, her beautiful eyes were slightly red from crying, and her long eyelashes were stained with crystal tears.

A drunk, messy, lovable, pathetic fool.

People are really amazing creatures. They think that trampling on other people's hearts doesn't matter, and it's easy to make her fall in love with them, but in the end, the opposite happens.

Perhaps it was because alcohol had the natural ability to make passionate people let go of their shackles. Grace slowly took off her black lace gloves, revealing her slender fingers with distinct joints.

Then, the cold index finger softly covered the rabbit-like red eyes.

The gloves fell from the air onto the colorful porcelain surface. Grace tiptoed lightly and, slightly tipsy, carefully and awkwardly pressed her lips against the girl's for the first time.

The golden floor-length mirror reflected the image of the girls’ lips pressed together.

138. A New Kind of Compulsory Love

Grace's eyes were closed before the kiss, and her cold body began to heat up as her body took the initiative.

It was like walking in a misty bathroom, so hot that I wanted to take off all the clothes.

The lips, softer than ever before, pressed against each other in the scent of alcohol.

Boom, boom, boom, my heart beats involuntarily like a violent drumbeat.

In an instant, his brain entered an unprecedented state of emptiness. He didn't think about anything, but just followed his instinct to get closer to Afro.

Why do people kiss?

Because of hormonal desire? Because you can't control your desire to get closer?

An absurd act that breaks everything under the influence of alcohol?

Or did the thought just pop into my mind at that moment and I just did it...?

Is it instinct?

So, when did I lose my instinct to love? And when did my heart start beating so violently?

Is there a wonderful chemical reaction when people meet each other?

Grace now doesn't know.

But for Afro the answer is clear.

There are always countless questions in a person's life. From the time they start to speak and explore the world, their creative ideas continue to diverge.

What am I pursuing? What is the meaning of life? And what will the future hold?

Of all the problems, the only thing that Afro didn't need to confirm was the instinct of liking someone and wanting to get close to them.

like.

It is the love that overflows from the bottom of my heart and cannot be suppressed.

The soft, cool palms were not placed directly on the eyes, but slightly covered the wet eyelashes with extreme tenderness.

This is the first time I have been kissed by someone I like.

This overly soft feeling was different from actively kissing Grace. It was like being scratched by soft cat claws, and the dried-up heart seemed to be activated.

The expectation of an active response is different from all the sweetness in the past.

It is a spiritual resonance.

How should I put it? Grace’s emotions are always expressed with care, like a hedgehog hiding its softest underbelly under its sharp edges.

At what moment did you start wanting to get to know Grace better?

forgotten.

Maybe it was when she took the initiative to play the piano for him when she was lonely, maybe it was when she fell from the sky like a pole star, or even when they just met...

I really want... I really want... to be closer.

Desire from the inside out spontaneously controls the body.

Afro's earlobes turned red, and she was almost burned by the kiss that was like a cat licking. Her body was breathing rapidly, and her brain, which was controlled by alcohol, was conveying orders to her - that was obedience and possession.

The action of covering his eyes with his hands, preventing himself from seeing her awkward expression when her heart was beating, was like a heavy hammer that shattered the only sanity Afro had.

That person who is two years younger than me, who looks both crazy and rational... Her Royal Highness the Princess.

He had always been restrained, cautious and careful, but at this moment, his most fragile and soft heart beneath his hard armor was finally revealed.

When I think of this, my heart melts completely.

Her Highness Grace... Grace who belongs only to Afro...

I like this statement.

The unconcealable thoughts burst out like magma, and the alcohol gave Afro the courage to get closer.

Now, let Grace belong to you alone.

Anyone who is obsessed with desire is a self-taught genius.

Belief is no longer important. Compared with spiritual support, Afro already has something more he wants to do, which is to hold Grace tightly at this moment.

The girl's hands went straight through Grace's armpits. The smell of alcohol, the warmth and breath of the one she loved almost made her soul burn.

Under the burning desire, the girl couldn't help but open the lips of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

And then?

Then came the confusion brought about by the emotional outburst, and under the passionate kiss, he wished he could deprive the other person of all space to escape.

It doesn’t matter. Her Highness Grace won’t take the initiative, so just move forward 100 steps.

She doesn't have to move, just wait for me where she is.

Because I’m an elder…right?

The drunken kiss almost took away all of my breath. Even though I tried my best to restrain myself, the kiss became a little rough under the influence of alcohol and strong love.

Grace's back was pressed hard against the wall.

Almost putting all her body weight on the princess, Afro, in the obstructed vision and in the traces of tears that had not yet dried, demanded a cautious response from Grace.

At the same time, the pair of beautiful hands that conveyed life were wandering around the girl's slender waist.

Grace clearly realized that her own territory was being invaded without restraint by someone...

And...it's heading towards the heart.

When was the last time you took the initiative to kiss someone?

Grace's pupils were wandering and scattered like a stray cat. In a trance, she once again thought of the day hidden in her memory.

……

Just like a wild cat that has been abandoned and expelled, it always has the shadow of fear of being abandoned again.

Therefore, in many cases, I try my best to control my emotions.

As long as you don't care, you won't get hurt.

But Irene is a special person, she is very nice most of the time, like a 100% perfect lover.

For someone like me who is often passive, I can always put out the bait at the right time, allowing myself to put aside my shame and take the initiative.

She would press herself against the wall and kiss herself like she is doing now...

Like anyone else, I want to possess my lover wholeheartedly.

But...is that a moment of pity really love?

Is this fair to Afro?

Is this moment of joy necessary for myself?

Or are you just looking for an excuse for your indulgence in desires?

Gentle hands brush across the red plum blossoms on the barren snowfield.

An electric current ran down his spine into his brain, completely destroying all thoughts that wanted to sink.

No…No! No!!

Grace's dilated pupils suddenly contracted, and her heart was shaking as if a mountain was collapsing and the earth was splitting.

So——Once again, Grace pushed away the girl who kept moving towards her with incredible strength.

This chase representing love and desire finally ended with Grace pushing Afro away.

"Hahaha……"

Afro was breathing heavily, it was a feeling she had never experienced before, it was like walking on light clouds.

She didn't know why Grace pushed her away, but her vision was still blocked by the thin white hand.

In the hotel room designed to be elegant, one could hear a pin drop. Apart from herself, Afro could even hear Grace's equally rapid breathing.

Would Her Highness Grace be blushing and so cute that she would be too shy to look at me?

"Grace..."

Afro called out the girl's name reluctantly with an unclear tone due to drinking.

Still want to continue...

Grace, who had come forward on her own initiative, acted out of character and spoke cruel words like a scumbag who abandoned his wife in a TV series.

"Is that enough? Now, can you stop making trouble?"

The cold words instantly extinguished the burning atmosphere of ambiguity.

Afro's drunkenness had worn off a little. She pushed Grace's hand away, confusion written all over her face, her wet eyes not knowing where to go.

So he could only stare at the girl's eyes pitifully, like a dog looking at his master going away.

"What do you mean? I don't understand... Grace."

To be honest, it's hard to say harsh words to Afro now.

Her heart was still pounding out of instinct, but Grace had to calm herself down.

If you want to control yourself, if you want to control your relationships, being obsessed with momentary emotions is the most useless thing.

"Literally. Now it's time to have some hangover soup, right?"

Grace responded in the coldest tone while carefully observing Afro's expression and adjusting her collar.

"After drinking, go to bed early and get up and go home tomorrow."

Obviously, Afro, who had just gotten into the state, could not accept such a result at all.

"What about kissing me just now?"

Afro's cheek came closer again, with a strong smell of alcohol and a scorching temperature that made people want to run away.

I can't face such a look.

Grace simply turned her head away, adjusting her collar and shoulders that were exposed by the touch, and pretended to be nonchalant and said,

"It's just a kiss. What else do you want me to say? You kissed me last time and I kissed you back this time. What do you want me to explain?"

This is completely different from the attitude of acting coquettishly or playing hard to get, but rather an attitude of wanting to draw a clear line in everything.

Afro almost had an urge to go crazy.

It was like a monkey trying to catch the moon, but only caught nothing on the water.

Confusion and anger after being disappointed.

"Grace..."

What is she still avoiding? Why does she refuse to acknowledge him even though he kissed her?

What is she afraid of?

"you this……"

Afro made a patient accusatory sound from the back of his throat.

The bright red lipstick was smudged by kisses, and a large patch of it was smudged on the slightly moist lips. The evidence of Grace's initiative was still on her face. How could she say such a thing?