Absinthe

Chapter 52: It's Official

I remembered my health teacher's face contorted in embarrassment as the other boys in my class were asking her about refractory periods.

They were asking her how long this down period for guys were, and if it were bad to have one's penis go hard again immediately after orgasming.

"Each person's refractory period is different. For young people, it is likely to be shorter, lasting only minutes."

And the boys shouted in delight, bragging against each other about how fast they could get theirs to stand up once again.

And here was proof of that.

Jiwoo and I did it four times. I meant, Jiwoo came four times (I only came thrice, though), round after round we had sex with almost no downtime.

The most I had with my previous partners were twice in a row... and that's with a considerable downtime of about fifteen to thirty minutes.

But Jiwoo was... I don't even know how to describe it any longer.

He wasn't an unstoppable machine, though, for we both almost fainted after the last round which lasted the longest. We were both so sweaty I'd have an issue explaining my wet and smelly sheets to the house helper as soon as she comes back to work tomorrow. (I made a mental note to drop them off at the laundry shop.)

And yes, we fell asleep right after that last round, both our bodies sticky and wet with our combined fluids, locked in a weird entanglement of limbs. But none of that mattered. We were exhausted. The good kind of exhausted. And we didn't wake up until...

"I'm hungry! I'm coming in!"

I didn't really have time to register what the words were, but I recognised the fact that Jiwoo and I would be seen in a compromising situation if I don't get up and lock the door.

But I was too late.

"Well, well, well..." Derrick said. "I told you to lock the door and you never listen. I'm beginning to think that you have an exhibitionist side to you."

I felt Jiwoo stir beside me as I grabbed on to a pillow to throw at Derrick.

"Don't you dare throw that at me. Your body fluids are all over that thing. Disgusting."

out," I managed to say. "I'm not in the mood to cook.

a roommate, then?" Derrick complained on his way

my shoulder the moment we heard the door click.

my eyebrows at him. "And I'm your cook

Jiwoo said, grinning

the wet market." I asked, elbowing him to get off of me. The

me this," Jiwoo said, tapping on my

sitting on the bedside table. It read

"We overslept," Jiwoo said.

we did." I

so hard it

what's your plan now?" I asked, still recovering from that bout

the market anymore, how about I take you out on a

this

face break into the widest grin I have seen yet.

"You don't

for a

simplicity. "Then go and take a

"Yes, sir!"

minutes before he emerged, a white

told him to remove all the pillowcases and the bedsheets while I'm cleaning

scent, but rather his taste that I'm smelling now. It sounds weird, but I guess it was Jiwoo's saliva on my skin that I

went straight to my closet and picked out the most casual things I could wear. The problem was, my wardrobe was all designer and luxury. Even the simplest ones I could find were screaming extravagance, all thanks

down and tried to think about the whole situation, and corporate BJ's brain

go out on a date with Jiwoo in his usual plain white t-shirt, tattered pants, and Chuck Taylor sneakers, I was 100% sure everyone would stare at

Sugar daddy.

I can't have

second ring. I wasted no time explaining the situation

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