Paradoxical Love

Chapter 35: I've made progress

"This is the tragic story of a man who lost his loved ones. No matter what he sacrifices, his fate would never change. But as my analogy from the sunflower he cherished standstill, he learned that these flowers can't live without sunlight, so does us can't live without our loved ones..." I cut the story short for her sake.

I can't bring to tell her that the man who lost his beloved took his life, just like how a sunflower withers without the sun, he also gave up on life. For sure she should have caught up with the conclusion of the poem I wrote for her, she looked down and went silent in sorrow.

"I..." Matilda remained motionless, maybe I shouldn't have written tragic poetry as her first time? That was a mistake, now she'd think I'm not serious about our relationship.

"That's how I really write poems, I tend to give it a tragic ending so I'm sorry if you got offended..." Maybe I was too late to even make amends, she turned around and began to sob on her own, probably crying now that I had done it.

Now I can't forgive myself for making her cry, so I gave her my handkerchief by placing it on her lap. I'm embarrassed to really give it to her, but I got no choice since it was my fault that she's in blues.

"No, don't cry, wait, I know! I still have yet told the lesson of this poem!" I proudly held my head high in a chin-up, hoping she'd listen to me.

She ceased crying when she heard me, clinging onto my arm again with her right hand latched on my forearm.

My chest was pounding strongly, she's so close I will faint at this rate, plus her smell had some seductive element to it I can't help myself but be engrossed while I'm petrified in place.

"What is it? Tell me." Matilda's eyes were shimmering like the stars, this day truly is a spectacle having to behold various of her personality outside her facade as the Student Council President.

"Because that's how it is, my poetry conveys merely the truth, and for it, we shouldn't ignore the sorrow just because it can hurt us when we can embrace it." It sounded like my words were based on experience, she glared at me for a minute before she decided to turn around again.

"What are you implying?" Matilda was truly perplexed, I have no idea why she can't grasp that it was just a poem with a story, maybe she's thinking there's more to it than it seems and now she's feeling distressed that she hadn't figured it out? I have to tell her it was merely for her entertainment, no more and no less.

"I swear that's all there is to it, I just wanted for you to have your own ending in your heart rather than getting yourself trapped in the poem itself. Sometimes you should think outside the box and see the end of it." Now I'm acting like an old man, but I was relieved that she got worked up, it means she liked it somehow or another.

I pointed out her heart using my index finger, I touched her bosom slightly and for that second, I heard her chest pounding loudly than mine.

"Are you sure?" Matilda's skeptical, I can't blame her.

"Within your very heart, within your mind, lies a dormant feeling. That feeling will change as you read the poetry I wrote. As long as you follow the beating of your heart, the never-ending recollection of ideas will never fall apart. " Now I did it, I almost replied with my catchphrase good thing I restrained myself. 

"Reyler..." She sweetly called my name in her feminine tone, this is bad, she might be seducing me now that I finished explaining the poetry.

What I want her to learn was that she can always construct her own ending to a tragic story. People tend to lose their path and take everything for granted, they think they're powerless when they can stand up for what's right.

"Aren't you going to cry?" I highlighted the existence of my handkerchief in between her thighs that she can use to wipe her tears, her expression was blank.

"You dummy. I thought you didn't want to see a girl crying?" Matilda was right, it certainly backfired on me.

"You're the one who's a meanie." Now I'm pouting myself, what am I even doing? This isn't the usual me, I'm enjoying her company which I shouldn't be doing.

"I'm just kidding around. I'm just glad you wrote me a poem." The way she whispered that behind my ears was enough to make me flutter in happiness, my face turned red than a crimson rose when I felt her heavy breathing.

"Matilda what are you―" I faced her and out of nowhere, Matilda gave me an intense and profound kiss on my lips. My eyes widened in shock. She proceeded to kiss me with her tongue wrapped around mine in each stroke of her caress.

She's ready to partake of me here completely, pressing her forehead to my shoulder, and then nibbling my ear provocatively; she muttered something under her breath.

"Can I... suck your tongue?" She asked, what am I gonna say from her request?! I tried to push her away slightly but I couldn't, the way she holds me was tight and secure I can't possibly force my way out, or else I might hurt her feelings.

"N-No, of course!" I resisted yet she pushed me further on the back pillow, unable to get away from her clutches.

Whether she had my permission or not, Matilda did it anyway, kissing me out of passion sucking my tongue out until my arms became numb from the way she forces herself onto me. I was about to faint but my smartphone rang from my pocket, whoever calls me right now is my savior.

"You're so hot..." She wants more, I shouldn't tolerate this if she weren't my girlfriend.

"Silence. I have a call." I looked on my phone and it was my sister. I'm in a risky position again, I never told her where I'm going so she must be wondering where am I right as of right now. 

"Your sister? Answer her call first." Matilda wasn't quite disappointed that her business was halted, maybe she was in a good mood.

Well, I should focus on explaining things with my sister using a convincing lie, it'd be bad if she discovered I'm in the Council President's home.

"Yes she is, wait for a moment." I accepted her call and I already heard my sister sighing from getting worried.

"Brother? Where are you? Did you buy milk at the market?" Kiana wondered, I remember we ran out of milk in the refrigerator so I can use that as an excuse.

"You're right! Is there anything you want me to buy?"  I had set my question to mislead the topic regarding where I am right now.

"Yeah, buy me a few packs of cream puffs." She replied on the other line, the snacks I bought a week ago were also running low so I should buy her some sweets as well.

"Alrighty, I'd buy them, I'll be able to go home soon," I guess this puts her at ease, I've been out for a while I doubt she called just to order me to buy her snacks, I'm conscious she's beginning to wonder what I'm up to.

"Yey! You're the best brother! See you later!" Kiana hangs up the phone, my time is limited, I should go now before my sister uncovers my relationship with the Council President.

"Matilda, I'm leaving now." I bid goodbye to her so for now, she won't restrain me anymore as she's well aware my sister's waiting for my arrival.

"Ah... please take care." Her high spirit disappeared, she was devastated knowing I'd leave early, but thanks to my sister her entire scheme never worked out, and I'm still a virgin which is pretty neat.

"Mark my words, I'll own you soon." She whispered, I clearly felt her lust from where I am.

"Did you say something?" I acted as if I didn't overhear her lustful wish."

"Ah, I said please keep away from kidnappers, I don't want them taking away my boyfriend." Matilda truly loves to joke around sometimes, I honestly chuckled from the inside but from the outside, I remained dead silent.

"What the heck, but thanks." I wiped my lips full of Matilda's slobber. Calling this day a success was right, I managed to unfold a personality she doesn't normally show, learning she can be submissive when in a certain situation was crucial for me to tame her.

Either way, I still have a lot to learn, I need to buy cream puffs for Kiana first and go home posthaste before she suspects me of anything.

Matilda Salvador Florentino, I've made progress, and sooner or later, I shall fathom why she wanted to seek love from someone deserving contempt like me.