Cyra Must Become a Villain

Chapter Eight

It was just a wishful thinking for Cyra, for she had accepted that when she dreamed for things it certainly wouldn’t happen. But it did. And it was still happening.

Nakakabit sa kanya ang labi ni Jaycee. Pikit pareho ang mga mata, ang hinlalaki nito’y nakapisil sa kanyang pisngi.

Hindi niya alam ang gagawin.

Ang gusto lang sana niya’y malaman kung anong silbi ng halik at bakit ito ginagawa ng dalawang tao. Hindi naman niya akalaing gagawin ito mismo ni Jaycee sa kanya. Para saan kaya? Para aktwal lang ba niya itong maranasan? Was this a school activity kung saan pagkatapos nito’y may nakahanda na dapat siyang kasagutan tungkol sa kanyang mga katanungan?

She did the same thing. Pinikit din niya ang kanyang mga mata at marahang nakigalaw sa ritmo ng bibig nito. The joining of their mouths brought back some early memories of her. Of the softness of marshmallows and the taste of sweet candies.

Hindi niya alam kung kailan ito matatapos. Sa pelikula’y saglit lang namang naghalikan ang dalawang bida. But she realized Jaycee wasn’t planning on stopping. And somehow she liked it like that. She didn’t want it to end also.

Inilapit niya pang lalo ang katawan niya. Tanging ang kamay niyang nakapatong sa malamig na sahig ang kanyang suporta, ang isa’y pinasya niyang idikit din sa mukha ni Jaycee.

There’s something in it that makes her addicted to it. Hindi niya lang mawari kung alin. But it felt nostalgic, like it’s something she’s missing all this time. She dug in more and felt alive.

That’s it! What they’re doing felt like a remedy to their souls. Somehow it was able to heal her, and so she moved even closer. Ikinapit niya ang mga kamay niya sa leeg nito.

When she shifted her body again to clung on him, her hips unintentionally nudged his crotch, and Cyra realized it was hard.

She had no idea what’s in there or what it looked like. Noo’y inisip niyang kung ano ang nasa ibaba niya’y ganoon din ang kay Jaycee, pero nagbago rin nang mapansin niyang bumubukol iyon sa tuwing pinapasaya siya ng daliri nito.

The kiss broke when Jaycee moved his lower body away. Inistretch nito ang laylayan ng damit upang matakpan ang bumubukol sa kanyang pantalon. It’s true, Cyra was now at the right age, but it doesn’t feel right exposing her to such sensual things, especially since Cyra’s mind was still raw.

But curiosity was like gravity. No matter how you pull towards it, you would always find yourself falling for it. And seeing how Cyra was still looking to it, like a cat wanting to paw on bumps, pinasya niyang pagbigyan ito. Napadpad ang kamay niya sa kanyang pantalon at binuksan ang zipper nito.

The sight of his garments pulling down was making Cyra feel things. Ang mga paa niya’y hindi matigil sa pagsirko. Inside her was a giant wave, swirling, and crashing. Ang hininga’y pigil.

He showed it to her. And he relished at her reaction. No gasps were made, no sound of wonder. Just her looking straight at it with closed mouth. Her ribs protruding from her deep breaths.

She didn’t know what to do with it. If Jaycee had the same thing as she has in between her legs, she would straight up push her finger inside, but this thing is different. There’s not a hole to bury things with.

And so Jaycee took her hand and let her feel its hardness.

It straightened as a response from her touch.

Hindi maitago ang saya at aliw sa mukha ni Cyra. Seeing how Jaycee made her look a part of him was like a gift. His act of showing up some skin felt synonymous to his opening up to her days ago. And maybe it was actually it? Him, starting to open up to her?

She flitted her fingers, grazed its roughness, and every little move she made had an equivalent reaction from Jaycee. Sometimes he would seethe, sometimes he would breathe through his teeth, his chest would puff out, his bum would squirm in its place.

And to end the suffering Jaycee’s getting from Cyra’s cluelessness, ginuide niyang muli ang kamay nito sa dapat nitong gawin. He locked her hands to it and started its job.

Hindi malaman ni Cyra kung saan magpo-pokus. Kung sa makapal bang kamay ni Jaycee na gumagabay sa kanya, kung sa matigas na bagay na nahahawakan niya, o sa hindi maalis na pagtitig sa kanya ng binata.

She still didn’t fully understand the purpose of what she’s doing. On why she needed to pump the thing again and again. She didn’t know when she would stop, when it would end, or what happens if it did end. But upon seeing Jaycee’s pleasure-stricken face, she realized he was experiencing the same thing she’s getting sa paglalaro nito sa katawan niya noon. And she felt honored. Somehow she felt useful, na meron pa pala siyang pupwedeng gawin maliban sa pagpapanatiling sariwa noong mga naka-stock na pagkain dito sa storage room. Binilisan pa niyang lalo.

Maya’t maya’y sisilip siya sa ibang mga bagay na kasama niya sa loob. Ang rack ng mga pinaglumaang materyales na pang-ayos ng bahay, ang pintuan, pati na rin mismo ang mga nakasabit na baboy. Pakiramdam niya’y pinapanood siya ng mga ito. And she didn’t know if she’s just imagining it but she felt like they’re congratulating her, na sa wakas ay may bago na rin siyang ginawa, maliban sa tumunganga rito.

There’s a different tone from what’s coming off of Jaycee’s mouth. She tried to articulate it in her own mind. To her, the word ah was linked to a sound of hurt, something she would say kapag napaso ang kanyang kamay. But the way Jaycee was making it, it sounded so good, like how the wind blew through the holes of the window in her room when she was still a kid. At hindi niya rin alam kung bakit pero nati-trigger nito ang ilan pa niyang memorya sa labas. The sunset, the taste of popcorn, the thrill she’s experiencing at the top of a roller coaster bago ito magpadausdos paibaba. It was all the good memories she’s keeping. At nasisiguro niyang mapapabilang ito roon.

Ginaya niya si Jaycee sa ginagawa nito. Wala siyang pakialam kung masyadong malakas ang boses niya dahil nasisiguro naman niyang walang ibang makakarinig. Ang Tita niya’y paniguradong nakatuon sa sariling mundo nito.

She liked the sound she’s making. Whenever she’s alone, her voice was left unused except when she had the urge to sing or hum a tune. Now it felt like it found a new purpose.

Jaycee noticed her joining him in his moans. He met her mouth and landed a series of deep kisses, her own moans trapped in her throat.

He remembered that this was supposed to be just a kiss. Wala sa plano niya itong kaganapan, pero hindi rin niya maikakailang gusto niya rin kung saan ito humantong. Hindi na rin niya kasi maalala kung kailan siya huling nahawakan ng isang babae.

He was able to hold it in for a long time before reaching its end. He sighed as he came. And the joy he felt now was unmatchable.

Cyra was wildly confused at the mess her hand received. Hindi niya alam ang gagawin. And mostly she thought she did something wrong.

Ngumiti lamang si Jaycee at hinalikan muli ito. This time to reassure her. “You did a great job,” sabi niya.

Namula ang pisngi ni Cyra, something na bihirang mangyari dahil sa ice powers niya.

To her, it was one of the most beautiful compliments she ever received.