“Stop it, Irene. Just stop. He doesn’t like you.” That would be insane. But what’s even more insane, is the fact that it upsets me that I know he doesn’t.
Thankfully, I find an attached bathroom the size of my entire apartment. Instantly, I strip down and climb into the shower. I use at least half the bottle of body wash cleaning myself, then crouch down beneath the falling water. I know I’m technically clean, but I still feel filthy. Like I’ll never be able to fully get Gunsyn off of me.
Or out of me.
I use my fingers to try and draw out whatever might be left of his c*m inside me. Christ, I’m not even on birth control. It’s just a myth that you can’t get pregnant on your first time, right? Is there like some kind of time period where if you wash the c*m out of you you are okay?
I f**
