Psycho X Psychic

Iesa finally opened the door and met Teren.

"W-why are you hiiere-!?" he voice cracked at the end, making her ashamed.

She didn't expect to see him at her doorstep so her panicking is not her fault. Furthermore, the memories of the last time Teren was there added to the flame.

Strangely, Teren only replied in silence. This made Iesa question the look on his face. Without warning, he stepped forward, startling her once more.

Thud*

He closed the door and-

Clack*

.... closed it.

Iesa gulped, she didn't know what to expect. She didn't want to be disappointed. She just stared in silence and looked into his darkened face.

He stepped forward again and she stepped back in response.

Teren dropped his bag and in one fell swoop, he took Iesa by her neck before pulling her for a kiss.

"Hm!?"

Iesa's eyes swirled but she welcomed it. She was still confused. Did something bad happen? She felt that would be the case.

However, enough thinking, the forceful Teren was intoxicating her that all her defenses immediately dropped. She was glad that she couldn't hear his thoughts for once. The mystery that is the inside of Teren's head is an addition to the excitement.

Before long, Teren separated himself from Iesa. She didn't even notice that the tow of them had reached the sofa in the living room.

With a little stare-off, Teren pushed Iesa and went on top of her.

"Iesa, are you a virgin?"

Teren's question made Iesa cover her face with both hands. After a moment though, she nodded.

"Then this will hurt, bear with it for a while."

"E-e-eh???'

Iesa was not an idiot but she turned into one when she heard that. Is Teren serious? She knew that Teren has this side, however, not once did he used it on her, except for the first time they met.

"Kyah-!"

While her head was heating up, she felt a slimy sensation on her neck. She peeked through her fingers and could see Teren slowly lining her neck with his tongue. His one hand caressed her hair while the other was undressing her.

"W-wait...!"

She stopped him. But when she saw Teren's face of disappointment, she immediately said.

"L-et's... go to... my room..."

Her voice was lower than a whisper but since they could hear each other's heartbeats, Teren understood her shushed words.

Without a second of delay, Iesa was princess-carried before being placed onto her bed.

"Can I?"

Teren finally asked after all he did.

"Yeah...?"

Iesa wants it but it was just too sudden. She even thinks that her heart will explode if he actually continued. However, she also doesn't have the power to stop it. She would regret it for days if she were to stop just because it was sudden.

"But... can you tell me why now?"

Teren stopped unbuttoning her, giving him a small glimpse of her fair cleavage.

"... the reason is a bit selfish."

"What is it?"

"I just want you to be my first."

Iesa felt warmth upon hearing that but the situation made her spot something strange.

"... is there a double meaning to that."

Teren stayed silent for a while before nodding. He looked into her eyes and let her see that he's not joking.

"I'm going to fight with everything I can."

Iesa's thoughts went wild and her reply stupefied him.

"... uh... I don't know if what I'm thinking is correct but..." she stopped for a while, she realized how degenerate her next words were but for some reason, not only does she want it, she felt the need to say it, "... if... if you're going to force a girl, can I be there?"

"..."

"If you don't want... I can understand..."

"Why?" Teren tilted his head.

"I... I want to watch..."

Iesa covered her face. Soon, she could hear Teren giggling.

"Iesa, you do know forcing someone is one of the gravest sins, right?"

"... yeah."

"Do you have a fetish for it?"

"No, I just want to see you do it."

"I don't understand. Do... you want me to force you? And you're fine with me touching other women?"

"That's impossible. And for the second question, it's kind of weird but... it's not like you're going to fall in love with them, right?"

Iesa smiled at her own words as she covered her face.

"Okay, I will just send you a video. You can't be with me all the time, after all. But unfortunately, I don't think of forcing anyone, sorry."

"Oh..."

"Why are you disappointed, hm?"

Teren teased.

"I don't know... am I?"

As they flirt and whisper to each other's ears on the bed. They began to realize something, they're a weird couple - the bad type of weird. But they don't hate it. It just means they're more perfect to each other.

Teren removed Iesa's hands and looked into her eyes.

"Iesa, I love you. Can you be mine?"

"... I'm already yours though. I-I love you too. But..."

"But what?"

"Why do you look so sad? I'm not asking you to be mine."

"Actually, maybe what I'm about to do is forced."

"... I'm not stopping you but don't think of others while we're about to do it."

Iesa pouted but Teren shook his head.

"No, I'm thinking about you. You see... I'm the reason I made your life hell. While you don't really what's happening, I'm taking advantage of you."

"You said you killed me once, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Can we do it first before you tell it to me?"

Iesa looked at him with pleading eyes.

"You can take advantage of me all you want."

"... Okay."

The two continued their steps into adulthood. But after they did so, Iesa stopped Teren when he was about to start speaking.

"Actually, I don't want to know about it. Is that bad?"

"It's the best."

Teren smiled but then disappeared as soon as it appeared.

"If only we can leave the past behind us. But... it's not going to be that easy."

"Is that why you have that face before?"

Iesa said in worry which Teren nodded.

"Yeah, but don't worry, we'll be able to fix it."

"Okay"

Iesa no longer said anything and just rested on Teren's arms when she heard.

"Come on, it's already time for school."

"... ah, I already forgot about that."

"What? You don't want to?"

"But... I thought we're just resting."

"Well, we still have to take a bath again after all that sweat."

The two frolicked on their way to the shower. Of course, they were late for class.