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[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 673 & 674.
🕑 Added 2025-10-11 00:20:16 +0000 UTCChapter 673: Fooling around with Mila for a bit.
And then the day came when I turned 19 years old. Big whoop. Maybe one day we’ll talk more about when I turned 30, but I just couldn’t feel much about being a year older. What did excite me, though, was the sight of Mila in my bedroom wearing a form-fitting, glittering silver dress that reached the middle of her thighs. And while it only showed the tiniest bit of cleavage, it pushed her boobs up and just flattered her gorgeous figure all around.
Smirking, she did a little spin to show herself off, letting me see that even her butt looked amazing in it. “Would you believe I found this in an old closet?” she said. “I remember buying it for a party like two years ago but I never used it. I can’t believe it still fits! Actually, the skirt might be shorter than it should be, but… I’m assuming you’re fine with that,” she said giggling.
I walked up to her, almost salivating. I put my hands on her waist, pulled her close and ate her up, kissing her passionately as she wrapped her arms around my neck and matched me, rolling her tongue around mine.
My hands moved up along her perfect curves and found her boobs, which I squeezed greedily over her dress. Mila shivered and laughed against my lips.
“Geez, we can’t do this now,” she said in hushed tones while still smirking. “Your family’s downstairs!”
“Aren’t people supposed to be able to do what they want on their birthday?” I asked her, moving from her mouth to kiss her exposed neck and shoulder.
“Mmm… That’s true.”
Mila followed me as I stepped back to sit on my bed. She got on my lap and kissed me with an open mouth, hands on my cheeks as I fondled her ass.
“Am I so sexy that you can’t keep your hands away from me?” she asked teasingly.
“Way too sexy,” I answered, moving aside the thin straps of her dress and lowering just enough to get better access to her cleavage.
Mila giggled, pushed her chest against my face and shook it. “I only learned the other day this is called ‘motorboating’ and I couldn’t stop laughing.”
I laughed with her. “And where DID you learn that?”
“Comments on another girl’s photo,” she said. “Makes sense because hers are HUGE.”
“You know this girl?” I asked.
“Why? Interested?” she asked with a teasing smirk.
I chuckled. “No, no. I’m just wondering if you’re already making connections to other influencers or models.”
“Nah, just a girl I follow because she has cool makeup tips. I… don’t offer anything cool like that.”
I noticed her mood suddenly take a nose dive, and though it might sound pretty cruel, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Okay, that’s how I know we’ve been together for almost a year. My own negativity is rubbing off on you.”
Mila snickered before she began to laugh, throwing her head back. “That’s right! It’s all your fault.” She tried to push me but I sat too firmly, meaning she ended up pushing herself away from me instead and almost falling back.
I caught her, though, and that only made Mila laugh harder. She hugged me, and unlike all the fooling around we’d been doing, and despite the fact her dress was almost off and I had my hands on her butt, the hug was pure innocence and warmth.
“Thanks for being with me,” she said. “I ignored a lot of things during high school, so if I didn’t have you all with me now… I think I’d be having a pretty bad time. All this university stuff and the future is so complicated. I’m still not sure what I’m doing is the right thing.”
“None of us are,” I told her. “I’m sure we’ll make some mistakes, and I’m sure as hell going to stress over them, but… Well, time’s not gonna stop for any of us, so we might as well try to make the most out of it.”
Mila smiled at me, leaned in again and slid her tongue inside my mouth. We made out quietly for a long moment before she pulled away. “Sorry. I didn’t want to kill the mood.”
“Good thing you did or we’d be late,” I said.
Mila giggled. “Don’t worry. After dinner, we’ll go back to Diana’s house for the… after-party. You can get me out of this dress there. Or fuck me in it. That sounds good, too.”
“Did you seriously invite everyone, though?”
“We can have more intimate celebrations in the future. Thai year you’re compensating for all previous birthdays.”
“I really don’t think it’s necessary. I mean, I’m really happy you all went through all this effort, but the days leading up to today hold a lot more meaning to me than my birthday.”
“Mmm… Then why don’t you look at it this way? Your birthday is your deadline.”
“Deadline?”
“Look at your birthday as the day you look back on all you’ve done in the past year. Try to do as much as you can between birthdays, and when the next one arrives, treat yourself and celebrate all you’ve achieved.”
“...” That… actually sounded amazing. Looking at it that way, birthdays started to make a bit more sense. “Put that on a short video. You’ll go viral.”
“No, shut up! The last thing I should be doing on the internet is giving life advice!”
We laughed together again. We do that a lot, which is part of why I love this girl so much. Light of my life, she is. A knock on the door cut our laughter short, though.
“Hey, we’re supposed to be leaving soon!” Isabelle said from behind the door. “I’ll do you the courtesy not to open, but mom says you better be down there in five minutes or less!”
Mila and I looked at each other, then we both looked down at her exposed cleavage.
“Safe…” I muttered with a sigh.
“I mean… She said five minutes,” Mila said sultrily.
“With how good you look, I don’t trust myself to keep it to five minutes,” I told her, helping her fix her dress and put the straps back on. “Let’s go.”
“Fine, I’ll wait.”
And so we took the van, going with mom and Isabelle and picking up Grace on the way to the restaurant where we’d be celebrating our birthday.
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Chapter 674: Catching up with friends. And a gift.
The girls booked a private room for our group at an all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant. I was a bit relieved to know that everyone coming chipped in to do it, so it didn’t end up costing as much. They tried to stop me from contributing, but we all know by now how I feel about that, and I have the money for it.
It was a nice place with large, glass chandeliers on the roof, beige colored tiles and several tables pushed together to form a single long one with white tablecloths. We had to go get the food from the main dining room and bring it back to our room, but that was fine. I liked that we had the privacy to be loud and laugh without bothering anyone.
Diana was able to make it despite it being a work day. She used one of her vacation days and got Dylan to cover for her, which she told me he was happy to do as it meant another day of pay. And speaking of coworkers, Luke was there, too.
“As happy as I am to be invited, I do hope I’m not making anyone uncomfortable,” he told me as we said hello.
“Don’t worry. I’m glad to have you here, and actually… I’m more worried about you feeling uncomfortable?”
“Hm? Why’s that?”
“I… think my mother will want to ask you a few questions. You know, all things considered.”
“Ah. Yes, that makes sense.” He chuckled. “I suppose I owe her some explanations. I’d be glad to ease her worries about our partnership.”
“And just to make things clear… No funny business, okay?”
“What do you…? Ah. I see. Yes, of course, Oliver. I wouldn’t dream of it.”
So we were on the same page. Good.
The girls all looked amazing in their dresses. If we’d been alone, I definitely would’ve had my hands somewhere improper. Hell, at times it seemed like Alice and Grace were tempting me to do it, and though the Normality runes would’ve let us get away with it, it felt a little disrespectful to everyone else.
The food was really good, surprisingly. Like, incredibly good. Maybe I just had low expectations because it normally isn’t good at an all-you-can-eat, but here it was. Thomas, Kevin, Mark and I ate like it was our last meal, going for seconds, thirds and fourths trying to get our money’s worth and more. Poor Ben seemed frustrated because he was at the tail end of his weight control, so he could only eat some salads and drink water. We promised to make it up to him if he won, but we were going to do it even if he lost his fight. Maybe ESPECIALLY if he lost. Isabelle also tried to eat like it was her last meal, but she couldn’t even finish her second plate.
I sat down to talk with Lena and Amanda for a while, asking them how they’d been doing. That’s how I found out Amanda was moving away, going to university in another town. She said that she’d been considering it for a long time, but that after prom she made up her mind. Said she needed a bit of a reset. I could understand that.
And even though I’d been told in advance, I was still kind of surprised to see Fernanda. Surprised and glad. I sat down with her, Maria and Isabelle to talk about the coffee shop and how they’d been doing without me.
“So you haven’t gone under yet?” I asked them.
“Please, we don’t need you. Right girls?” Maria said confidently.
“We’re actually getting even more customers than before,” Isabelle said, smirking. “Enough that Fern and I both need to be there on Saturdays.”
“Seriously? More? Huh. Then it’s a good thing that I left.”
“Oh, stop it,” Maria said.
Fernanda chuckled. “Actually, some of the old regulars are still asking about how you’re doing. The old couple, for example.”
I smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Isabelle said. “Though really, since you left, the demographic of the coffee shop has… changed.”
I raised an eyebrow. “As in…?”
“The girls are attracting more boys, just like you were attracting girls,” Maria said. “The only issue is that some of these boys are a little too… forward.”
“Some are creeps!” Isabelle said. “Last Saturday I… Um… Do you mind, Fern?” My sister looked to Fernanda for approval, which already raised some alarms.
Fernanda nodded. “Yes… It’s fine.”
“I caught a guy dropping a fork on purpose and trying to take a picture of Fern when she bent down to pick it up.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck? What did you do about it?”
“I told Maria and she gave him a look that she’d noticed.”
“Then I told him that if I ever caught him doing that again I’d call the police,” Maria said. “He got flustered and we haven’t seen him since, but we’re still on guard.”
I didn’t tell them, but hearing that made me plan a trip to the coffee shop for that next Saturday. “Sorry you had to go through that,” I told Fernanda.
The girl sighed. “I… I need to stand up for myself, I know that. I just didn’t want to be rude to a customer, so…”
“Girl, in those cases you do what you need to do. We have your back,” Maria told her.
Fernanda smiled. “Thank you. Still, it’s not like it happens all the time.”
“Yeah, it’s just a few idiots that stand out,” Isabelle said. “Oh, by the way, Fern… Give it to him.”
“Ah! Um…”
“Hm?”
“She brought you a gift,” Isabelle told me. “She gave me one, too. It’s amazing.”
“A gift? Please, you didn’t have to. You being here is enough,” I told her with a sheepish smile. “But… Still, thank you.”
“I’ll go get it.” Fernanda stood up and went to a corner of the room. Apparently she hid it behind an unused table and I didn’t see it.
What she brought back was a somewhat flat rectangle wrapped white paper. Large, about the length and width of my arm.
“If… If you don’t like it, you can do whatever you want with it. Don’t feel forced to show it off or anything…”
I raised an eyebrow. Show it off? Wait…
I tore the white paper and was greeted by a framed, colored drawing, one of me sitting on my bed, playing my guitar on my lap with Cake laying calmly beside me. My eyes went wide. It was so damn good. The colors, the shadows, the items in the room… It was stylized more than realistic, but the details! Even trying to scrutinize it and looking for weak spots like the hands or the face, or even Cake… It was perfect. Colors blending together seamlessly, the details in the black guitar….
I was grinning from ear to ear. “How did you make this?” I asked.
“I… asked Isabelle and Grace for reference pictures. Ah, I also asked for their permission and if it was a good idea. I’ve… watched your channel from the start and it helped me through some tough times, so… I wanted to pay you back. Pay both of you back.”
Isabelle grinned. “She drew me, too. I took mine to the van, but it’s one of me editing on my desk with Cake on my lap. She’s SO good!”
“...” I frowned as some memories started to come back to me.
“You… don’t like it?” Fernanda asked.
“Are you…? Is your username JustColors?” I asked her.
Fernanda’s face went absolutely red in the blink of an eye.
Comments
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Shadracht
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