Chapter 218 - 217 : Unsettled Past

Chapter 218: Chapter 217 : Unsettled Past

The evening neon light was soft and golden as Haruto and Jennifer sat on the narrow wooden balcony floor, still completely naked. The city stretched out below them in warm waves of light, the distant sound of traffic mixing with the faint scent of coffee and the heavy musk of the sex they had just shared.

Haruto’s voice was low and serious.

"The man that night... he forced you to have sex with him?"

Jennifer was quiet for a long moment. She sipped her coffee slowly, then set the cup down and turned to face him fully. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her thighs were still slightly sticky with her pussy juice.

"No," she said softly. "He didn’t force me. If I didn’t want sex with that man, I wouldn’t have gone with him. Back then, my mind wanted it. My pussy wanted it. I was completely consumed by the darkness of sex."

Haruto nodded, listening intently, his own cock still soft but warm between his legs.

"From that day on," Jennifer continued, her voice dropping lower, "I became more consumed by the darkness of sex. My pussy got the taste of cock. So my pussy... my mind... wanted more and more. It became impossible to stop."

She leaned back against Haruto’s chest, her long brown hair spilling over his shoulder as she kept talking.

"My friend circle... we were seven — three girls and four boys. We used to go to an abandoned house near the forest every single weekend. The place was old, decaying, completely empty. No electricity. Just mattresses on the floor and a generator for the little lights we had. We would stay there all night. Drink. Smoke. Dance. And then we would fuck."

Jennifer’s fingers traced slow circles on Haruto’s thigh as she remembered.

"We did everything. All kinds of sex. At the same time. One after another. In every hole. Sometimes all of us at once. Sometimes one boy fucking two girls at the same time. Sometimes girls fucking girls while boys watched and jerked off. It became normal. It became our normal."

She smiled faintly, her voice still soft but heavy with memory.

"Once I told my two male friends to fuck me at the same time. One male friend entered his cock inside my pussy while the other entered his cock inside my tight asshole. They fucked me for hours — one in my pussy, one in my ass, then switching. When they came, cum dripped out from both holes at the same time. Thick white ropes pouring out of her pussy and my asshole at the same time. I loved it. I came so hard from just feeling both cocks inside me."

Haruto’s hand rested on her waist, listening without interrupting.

"And the videos..." Jennifer whispered, her voice lower, almost reverent. "We made them. We kept them only for ourselves. Whenever we came, we would zoom in on our pussies and record the cum dripping out. We would make them look at the camera while we were getting fucked, make sexy faces, moan loudly, spread our legs wider, show the cum pouring out of our holes. Sometimes we would do group videos — one girl getting fucked by two boys while the others filmed and jerked off. Sometimes girls fucking each other while boys watched and fed them cum."

She was quiet for a moment, the memory clearly still burning inside her.

"Sex became everything," she said finally. "It wasn’t just pleasure anymore. It was the only thing that made me feel alive. It was the only thing that made me feel something real."

Haruto was silent, listening to every word, his hand still resting on her soft waist.

Jennifer’s voice was soft but steady as she continued.

"Even though all the friend circle got Herpes positive, they still fucked each other. They said to me that we all had the same disease, so it wouldn’t be a big deal. They kept telling me, ’It’s just a virus, Jennifer. We’re all safe now. We can still fuck safely.’"

Haruto stayed completely still, his arm around her waist, listening without interrupting.

"But I didn’t want to have sex with any of them anymore," Jennifer said quietly. "I just stopped going. I couldn’t. The virus had already taken so much from me that night in the club... I couldn’t do it again."

She was quiet for a moment, the evening moon light kissed both their naked bodies.

"But the others didn’t stop."

Haruto felt her tense slightly against him.

"They kept going. Every single night. The abandoned house near the forest still became their meeting place. They would drink, smoke, dance, then fuck like animals. Behind the nightclub. In the toilets. On the balcony. In cars. They didn’t care anymore. They said it was safe now. They said they all had the same virus, so it wouldn’t spread more."

Jennifer’s fingers traced slow circles on Haruto’s thigh.

"Once I was still in the group. One night I saw two of my male friends fucking a girl from behind — one cock in her pussy, one in her ass, standing doggy style right there in the dark parking lot behind the club. At the same time, another girl was on her knees sucking one of the boys’ cock. They were doing it on purpose. They wanted the girl to get infected from both places — mouth and pussy. They laughed about it after they came. They said, ’Now we have two holes covered.’ That was the night I decided I couldn’t be part of it anymore."

She leaned her head back against Haruto’s chest, her voice becoming quieter, almost haunted.

"The girls in our circle... they started going to the boys’ houses after the club. Whole nights. Sometimes three or four boys at once. They would get fucked on every surface — bed, couch, kitchen counter, even the bathroom floor. They loved it. They bragged about it. They said the more cocks they could take, the more they felt alive."

Haruto’s hand tightened slightly on her waist.

"And they didn’t stop even when they got infected," Jennifer whispered. "The boys continued. The girls continued. They said, ’We already have it, so what’s the point of being careful now?’ They became addicted to the darkness. The more dangerous it got, the more they wanted it."

She paused, her breathing slow.

"Then one day... everything changed."

Jennifer’s voice dropped even lower.

"One of the girls got HIV positive. The test came back after a night of rough group sex at the abandoned house. She was the first. After that, one by one, the other six members of the circle got HIV positive. All of them. The virus had been spreading freely for months, and no one had cared."

She turned her head slightly, looking up at Haruto with heavy, tired eyes.

"If I hadn’t stopped going to that circle that night... I would have been the next one. I would have been fighting for my life in a hospital bed instead of sitting here with you right now."

The Evening moon was now directly overhead. Jennifer’s voice became almost a whisper.

"That’s why I left everything. That’s why I left my country. That’s why I stopped being the old Jennifer forever."

She leaned her head back against Haruto’s chest again, her fingers resting on his thigh.

"And now... I have you. I have you and your cum. And I will never let the darkness touch me again."

The balcony was quiet.

The only sound was the distant city and the soft breeze moving between the two open doorways.

Haruto held her tighter, his lips brushing her hair.

Haruto lay on his back, Jennifer curled against his chest, her naked body pressed fully against him. Her heavy breasts rested on his ribs, her leg draped over his thigh. The city stretched out below them in soft, golden light, the distant sounds of traffic mixing with the gentle breeze.

Haruto asked, " They are still alive?"

Jennifer’s voice was soft, almost fragile, as she answered his question.

"Nearly..."

Haruto’s hand stroked her long brown hair gently.

"They are in their final stage of life now," she continued quietly. "They know they don’t have much time left. But they want to live. They say they want every moment. They say this life is a gift to them. And they lost it."

She lifted her head slightly so she could look into his eyes.

Haruto stayed completely still, his arm wrapped around her waist, his naked body warm and solid beneath her.

"Sometimes we get depressed so much," he said slowly, his voice low and thoughtful, "so much that we lose our way of life. We consume ourselves with something — loneliness, darkness, pain — and we forget the beautiful sights of life. We forget that we can’t control everything. We have to fight. We have to find the right way. We have to enjoy the moments we have. We have to understand the situations we saw and witnessed... and then move forward to a better future."

Jennifer listened carefully, her fingers tracing slow circles on his chest.

"Your life is a gift for you," Haruto continued, his voice warm and sincere. "Your present time is a ’present = gift’ to you. Enjoy it."

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Enjoy every second, Jenny. Because right now... this life is a gift."

Jennifer’s eyes shone with quiet emotion. She leaned in and kissed him softly — a slow, warm kiss that lingered on his lips.

"Thank you, Haruto," she whispered against his mouth. "For giving me time... for giving me these moments of your life with me. I will remember it forever."

The balcony stayed quiet.

And she was resting in the arms of the man who had given her a new gift.