After a quick shower, Ray treated his wounds quite adeptly. Only the wound on his shoulder was a problem. He was just wondering whether to call one of the "Devils" watching the house when the bathroom door opened and Miku hesitantly entered.
Seeing that Ray was trying to treat the wound on his shoulder, her hesitation vanished instantly, like smoke.
Ray sat on the edge of the bathtub. He was wearing only shorts, his bare torso showing the marks of numerous scars. Rather than frightening her, this sight awakened a mix of curiosity and excitement in Miku—which scared her a little.
She wasn't a doctor, but even she could tell the shoulder wound wasn't serious. Miku had never thought she would be stitching bullet wounds. Noticing that the girl's hands were shaking, Ray said gently:
"If this is too much for you—don't worry. I have people who can help."
"I should apologize. I got so caught up that I forgot you're still a child. I'm sorry."
Although Ray's voice was mechanical, during their months together, Miku felt she had begun to understand him. Now she was sure: he was being sincere. And that allowed her to compose herself and get to work. But deep inside Miku, a small ember of resentment began to smolder—one that could ignite into a blaze at any moment.
When she finished, Ray stood up, stroked her head, and said:
"Thank you. I hope you never see me like this again."
Unexpectedly for Ray, Miku threw herself at him, wrapping her delicate arms around his neck, her slender legs encircling his waist. Her lips covered his in a greedy, hot kiss.
A long-forgotten feeling of female warmth, combined with the adrenaline of the fight and the lingering alcohol, went to his head. Giving in to the impulse, Ray tightly embraced the girl and returned the kiss with such intensity that Miku's mind was lost in pleasure.
The pair completely gave in to passion. They didn't even notice how Miku's clothes got torn. Feeling Ray's strong, calloused hands meticulously exploring her body, the girl shivered with pleasure. When his lips touched her neck, creating an incredible contrast between tenderness and roughness, Miku's consciousness nearly stepped over the edge. But Ray knew how to play her body like a musician—and that only heightened the pleasure.
Even on his knees, Ray was taller than her. So he had to lie on the floor, sitting Miku on his face, to taste her. Miku didn't like being led, but the pleasure Ray gave her made her break that rule for the first time.
As soon as his tongue touched her, a new wave of bliss washed over the girl's mind. When she came to, she decided she wouldn't remain in his debt.
Taking off Ray's shorts wasn't easy—not only because of his size, but because his tongue wasn't about to stop its work.
But she managed. When the "monster" was finally free, the girl's gentle hand touched his member. Ray shuddered.
Overcoming her hesitation, Miku began to slowly stroke him. At one point, she received another surge of pleasure—and that awakened in her a desire to reciprocate. Afraid of doing something wrong, she gently took Ray's member in her lips and began to move her head slowly.
Ray was silent. But the tremble of his body—so long without a woman's touch—quickly told her he liked it.
For Miku, who felt that this big guy saw her only as a child, it became something of a challenge. At one point, she began to gently bite the head, play with it, and then with Ray's balls. But despite all her efforts, Ray's experience—the experience of a man for whom a woman's pleasure was always the priority—allowed him to emerge victorious.
At the moment when a particularly powerful wave of pleasure washed over her, Ray gently bit her clitoris.
When the wave receded, Miku found herself in the bathtub. In Ray's eyes, now caring for her, was a complex look. She could clearly see: one part of him wanted to go all the way, and another regretted it.
Noticing she had come to her senses, Ray said:
"I'm sorry for this. Let's just pretend it never happened?"
Miku might have thought he was avoiding responsibility. But she understood: he truly blamed himself.
"I think what happened between us made it clear to you that I'm not a child. And in case you forgot—I was the one who initiated it," Miku said.
"The fact that you gave me a blowjob doesn't make you an adult. And although you say you're not a girl, I'm starting to doubt that. Believe me—I'm not the one who should pluck that flower."
"The fact that it was my first blowjob doesn't mean I'm a girl. You should be proud: a beauty like me did that for you. And even if you're right and I really am a girl—it's my decision who plucks that flower."
"Are you sure you're not doing this to spite your father or your ex?" Ray asked, and for the first time, real seriousness entered his voice.
Miku thought.
"I'm not sure. I don't even know what I feel for you. I haven't believed in love for a while. But I do know two things. First: no matter how this ends, if we do this today—I will never regret it. Second: I don't know what I feel for you, but I know I respect you. You give me that sense of security I'd long forgotten. And I want us to do this."
"I know why you keep watching that video. You're afraid to be happy because you think you don't deserve it. After it happened, you keep finding ways to punish yourself. And from what I know, Lily loved you very much. You think that having a girl in your life who could ease your pain would upset her. But I think—she would be glad."
"Besides, you say: 'Let's forget about it.' But the truth is, after what happened between us, we can't go back. So why don't we go all the way?"