Chapter 6

I went straight to the restroom and quickly locked it up making sure no one was following me. I entered one of the cubicles where we bathed every time the training was over. I held my cock, stoked it up and down as my hand leaned against the chilly wall and felt the cold shower to lose my body heat. My soldier was becoming harder as I thought about how close Yavana and I were earlier. I sped up the movement of my hand so that I might ejaculate fast — I felt guilty because I was doing this while thinking about her face. I haven't done this previously since I'm gaining control of myself and thinking she is the woman I love; and that I shouldn't be sexually thinking about her lovely and angelic face.

When I get to the climax, I tilt my head. A large amount of sperm came out and spewed it in front of the wall against which my hand was resting. When I calmed down, I had a brief shower and changed. I just hope she leaves now because I can't look her in the eyes, no matter how much I would like her to stay right here with me. I wanted to kneel in front of her and ask for forgiveness for what I had done.

When I got out, I was clutching the door handle and almost bolted when I saw who was seated on the locker room bench. She was playing with her foot while wearing the ballet shoes, which I had given her. She can't see me because she's too busy swinging her legs. Even though she was just sitting and not moving much, she seemed to be escorting me to the stage where she was going to perform. If the day comes when she makes her dance debut, I wish to be there to see it because I want to remember how graceful her moves are and how fragile her body is from the first time I saw her.

I didn't say anything and just watched her. I spotted the bento box next to her. There was the one she gave me, then there was another one while the two chopsticks lay there. Water is still flowing from my hair, therefore I would have gotten another towel to wipe it with. Useful, and I dressed in the restroom, so she doesn't have to yell and call me a pervert. That's what I frequently watch in the drama every time a man is shown without his clothing.

She stopped what she was doing and stared at me as I was ready to move slowly closer to my locker to fetch another towel. I also came to a halt since I appeared to be a burglar caught in the act. I smiled toward her and made a peace sign using my fingers, expecting that her face would again show contempt... but I was mistaken.

She giggled as a reaction to what I did.

I blinked to see if I wasn't daydreaming, but what I did pushed her over the edge even more, so I smacked my face since I knew I was having a dream again. I never imagined this day would arrive for the long time I admired and observed her from afar. Because she laughed at Stephen earlier my lifeless soul died but now it came back to life, and as a result of her laughter, I laughed as well. But for a brief period, we realized we were giggling uncontrollably.

We stopped simultaneously, not looking at each other. To avoid tension and discomfort between the two of us, I feigned a cough. Nobody ever talked to us again. We are no longer fifteen years old to be embarrassed, and my actions make me feel like not a man. She is the only reason I can come out of this part of myself — hopefully, she either, so I can see the other side of her personality. I'd like to get to know her better.

"Your friends informed me that you haven't eaten the meal I gave you yet; it's lunchtime, so I'll accompany you." She smiled at me, and I averted my gaze. It seemed as if I was about to have a heart attack only as a reaction to what she was doing — if for her it is not a big deal, it's just too much for me. I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep later because of what she had been doing. She didn't want to put a stop to my heart.

"My mother also advised me to wipe down my hair so that the water in my body that contributes to fever does not dry up. I can assist you with drying your hair. " After she said that, she looked away from me and took the bento box. My feet appeared to have initiative, as they hurried to the locker and grabbed the spare towel. I was in front of her in an instant as the towel was presented to her. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance that I will not pass up.

She accepted it, and I sat next to her. I assumed she was leaving and that what she said about helping me wipe my hair was not real because she stood up and when I glanced at her, she was standing in front of me. She placed the towel on my head and began wiping it. Now that I'm a few meters away, I can see the front of her body. I used to walk approximately 700 steps away from her; now she gently holds my head and wipes it. I'd want to stay in this dream if it were only a fantasy.

"Have you forgiven me now?" I couldn't resist pressing her. I want to crash on my own since I've truly considered making our position difficult. When her hand came to a halt, I gazed up at her. The towel landed on my back, and I noticed her expression shift like a response to my question before she replied.

"I'm merely doing this in exchange for our arrangement, and it's as if I'm not indebted to ballet shoes," she added, and I grinned bitterly and talked to my head.

Right. Agreement.