Chapter 11: This Is the Last Time

Chapter 11: 11: This Is the Last Time

For a moment, Selena’s thoughts raced.

Why was Ed suddenly offering her a can of Monster now?

Why Monster instead of coffee?

Why had he chosen that particular drink?

Could it be...?

Selena discreetly studied Ed.

He was an ordinary man.

So was MonsterCam Guy, at least in every visible way.

Average build. An entirely common two-block haircut.

His voice and everything else about him were so unremarkable that none of it could confirm or deny anything.

There was only one body part distinctive enough to identify him...

Her gaze drifted downward.

’I can’t exactly tell him to take his pants off here...’

More likely, it was simply a coincidence.

Ed had always liked Monster drinks.

She remembered scolding him several times to clear the empty cans piled on his desk.

He had probably brought one because, in his own way, he was trying to ingratiate himself with his manager.

That was the rational conclusion.

Equating Ed with MonsterCam Guy because of one can was...

Self-importance.

She was overinterpreting an ordinary act because yesterday remained on her mind and made her overly conscious of everyone around her.

Having reached that conclusion, Selena restored her usual composure.

"The sun must be rising in the west tomorrow. I never expected you to bring me something like this."

"Really? I thought I took care of you from time to time."

"Did you? I’ll thank you anyway."

Selena calmly accepted the can from him.

Ah...

The instant it entered her hand, she remembered something slightly thicker and longer.

The man’s cock, which she had touched and sucked yesterday.

’I put something this large inside me...’

It was impossible not to think of it.

She had spent hours clinging to an object about this size.

"Drink it while it’s cold. This flavor just came out, and it’s good. Zero sugar too."

"...Thank you."

She could hardly refuse a gift.

With no other choice, she opened the can and lifted it to her lips.

Ah...

She had wrapped her mouth around something this large too.

Now, in the cold light of day, she could barely believe she had managed it.

She swallowed several mouthfuls.

And I swallowed that man’s semen like this...

"How does it taste?"

"Hm?"

"The drink. People say this new flavor is popular. Do you like it?"

"Ah. This. You mean this? ...It’s good."

She could no longer tell whether she was saying the drink tasted good or the semen had.

That man had also asked whether it tasted good while making her swallow yesterday.

The memory made her conscious of Ed all over again.

Her eyes flicked toward his pants without permission.

’I must be out of my mind...’

She had just glanced at a male subordinate’s crotch.

Even she could tell that her current state was far from sane.

’I really need to stop seeing that man.’

***

I had used the Monster can to test her reaction.

Manager Selena was more honest than I expected.

She had an unexpectedly innocent side that made her extremely entertaining to tease.

"This really is popular for a reason. It’s good."

She drank carefully, her cheeks flushed.

Why did drinking a canned beverage make her turn that red?

Watching her hold the can to her lips reminded me of the way she had taken my cock into her mouth and swallowed my semen yesterday.

My erection threatened to return.

I forced it down.

If I got hard and showed the bulge here, Selena might notice something.

"Thank you. That helped."

"I’m glad."

"..."

And I could see every little glance she had been stealing at my lower body while she drank.

Should I throw in one more line?

"Oh, Manager Selena. About yesterday."

"Yesterday?!"

She jumped at the words.

"Yes. I worked late on that assignment you gave me. You left first yesterday, didn’t you?"

"Ah. Yes. That. I had... another engagement."

"Surprising. I didn’t know there were days when you didn’t work overtime."

"I do have... a private life."

She was embarrassed. Plainly embarrassed.

Had the phrase "yesterday" made her remember the sex again?

She twisted her legs like she needed the bathroom while trying to answer normally. It was almost cute.

"That may be why the security guard asked about you. He wondered where ’that young lady’ had gone."

"Huh?!"

This time, she actually cried out.

"Manager Selena?"

"Ah... no. It’s nothing. Continue."

"You must be famous. Since you stay late every night, even the security staff know your face. You really work hard. I respect you."

"Is... that so? He knows me. Y-you should work hard too, Ed."

Her entire face had gone red.

The reaction was much too obvious.

"I couldn’t live the way you do, honestly. When work ends, I want to relax. Acting stiff and formal all day is exhausting."

"This is still a workplace. You need to present the behavior the company expects. That’s part of professional life, Ed."

"But once work ends, it’s different. Don’t people need to show their real selves once in a while to relieve stress?"

"..."

"Manager Selena?"

"...That is... true."

Selena nodded slightly.

"Once in a while, showing your real self might be... acceptable."

With her face still scarlet, she quietly sipped the drink.

Was this real?

Normally, Selena would have told me to stop making excuses and get back to work.

Today, her outlook seemed to be changing by the minute.

One night of sex had altered her this much.

Had she been a virgin?

I checked my DMs on my phone.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Did you enjoy yesterday? (Read)

╰─

She had not replied yet.

But I had a feeling one would arrive soon.

"I’m going to the restroom."

When we came down from the roof, Selena went to the restroom instead of returning directly to the office.

The instant the door closed behind her, a reply arrived.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Yes.

│ Did you get home safely yesterday?

│ When would you.

│ When could we... meet again?

╰─

I answered without hesitation.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Let’s meet tonight.

╰─

Selena announced that she would not be working late again.

People in every department whispered about it.

***

"We meet again."

"...Yes."

Selena approached me awkwardly.

We had agreed to meet near the restaurant hub around Tulsa Station.

In other words, an area packed with bars.

The streets were crowded with office workers who had finished for the day and students from nearby universities.

She had refused to meet around Old town because too many people knew her. Was Tulsa acceptable?

It was close enough to walk.

We fell naturally into step beside each other.

People glanced at the man in sunglasses and a mask walking beside the woman with enormous breasts.

"I didn’t expect you to contact me again after only one day."

"..."

Was it because of how thoroughly we had sex yesterday?

All the caution in her gaze had disappeared. Now she couldn’t even meet my eyes, as shy as a teenage girl.

"Should we go straight there, or would you like another ’verification’ first?"

"Is that still necessary?"

"You seem to want one. You’ve been staring at my pants since you arrived."

"I haven’t."

Selena turned her face away sharply.

That did not erase the fact that, when she first saw me, her eyes had gone to my crotch before my face.

After hovering beside me for some time, she suddenly stopped walking.

"I actually came to tell you something else today."

"Something else?"

"I came to say we should stop meeting."

"..."

What was this all of a sudden?

"Was yesterday unpleasant?"

"N-no. It wasn’t unpleasant. I actually enjoyed... I enjoyed it."

"Then why?"

"Because of yesterday, I couldn’t focus on work at all today."

Ah. That was the problem?

"I decided that continuing this would interfere with my daily life."

So it had felt good enough to disrupt her entire day.

She had spent the day zoning out, thinking about other things, and walking strangely. People had certainly noticed.

"You didn’t do anything wrong, and I don’t dislike you. This is entirely my problem. So... I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can continue."

"..."

"I came today to apologize and say goodbye."

Selena bowed to me like in K-drama.

"Take care. And thank you for yesterday."

Well.

The absurdity of it almost irritated me.

She had been the one to contact me first.

I should have been angry.

Instead, looking at Selena apologizing made me smile.

"If that’s your decision, I can’t force you."

"..."

"I understand. It’s unfortunate, but we’ll end it after today."

"Yes..."

I placed an arm over her shoulders.

"But your outfit doesn’t look like something you wore to end a relationship."

"...!"

Selena’s shoulders jerked.

Why was she surprised?

Anyone could see that she had dressed to advertise herself as ready to be fucked.

It was eight on a weekday evening, and she had come to meet a man near a district full of bars.

Showing up this carefully dressed made it obvious she had expected to do something tonight.

"This is... I..."

"You didn’t come straight from work as you did yesterday. You went home and changed."

"Yesterday’s clothes were dirty. They smelled."

I had covered them with plenty of semen.

"Even so, you dressed this beautifully before coming here, then announced that you wanted to stop. I have difficulty believing you."

"I didn’t wear this for you. Absolutely not."

I wasn’t so sure.

In all the time I had known Selena, I had never seen her dress like this.

The first sight of her tonight had genuinely shocked me. I had needed to act as though it hadn’t.

"Still, it is your choice. I won’t stop you."

"Good."

"You said you’re quitting because this interferes with your daily life."

"That’s right."

"Then, if it did not interfere, you would be willing to continue."

"..."

Selena said nothing. I had struck the center of the issue.

"You don’t know yet. Yesterday was your first time, so perhaps you were only unaccustomed to it. Once you adapt, it may no longer affect your daily routine."

"Once I adapt..."

"Don’t you agree?"

Selena considered it, then spoke.

"Wouldn’t adapting make the problem even worse?"

"That’s also something we can’t know until we test it."

"..."

"It wouldn’t be too late to decide after one more time. You already made time and came all the way here. Going home now would be a waste."

"..."

Selena’s shoulders trembled.

Remembering yesterday, she had to be desperate to do it again.

It was impressive that she had suppressed that desire long enough to announce she was stopping.

But she could not defeat what her body wanted.

The outfit she had chosen with care. The fresh makeup. A subtly different perfume.

And a resolution weak enough to shake after one suggestion from me.

"Then... perhaps..."

After a long time with her head lowered, Selena finally spoke.

"Only... once."

Her hands trembled.

"One more time. This will be the last."

"Of course. We’ll do it once tonight and end things cleanly."

"I mean it. This really is the last time."

Naturally.

A person who said it was the last time always came back again.

I slid the arm around her shoulders down to her waist.

"Mmm..."

She made a faint sound but did not resist, settling quietly against me.

"Shall we go?"

"To... another hotel?"

Her words sounded reluctant, but her eyes clearly wanted to hear yes.

Naturally, I disappointed her.

"No."

"What?"

"We’re going here tonight."

I stopped in front of a store.

[Lovepia — Adult Goods, Open 24 Hours]