I'm a Walking Disaster With My Unwanted Virginity

Chapter 166 - There’s No Such Thing As A Free Lunch

Bodies were washed, the shower was over. 

I was roaring with vigor again and my body could almost explode with the emotions. I really hope it didn't, at least not this time. After all, I needed a lot more endurance this time around.

Marg went to the corner, wrapped her dripping body with a towel, and grinned the entire time. 

Water dripped, some drops slowly trailed down from various parts of her body. 

I also wrapped my body with a towel but little Helio was poking out like crazy. He needed attention. 

It was very hard to dry myself while also staring at my future wife. 

I didn't know why- okay, maybe I did know why- but she really was alluring. And that sultry look was driving me crazy. 

Just the thought of seeing this every day- calm. I was not calm. 

She wrapped a towel over her hair. There wasn't any hair blower here, but she did put on her underwear and the nightgown in quick succession. 

It was awfully sexy when she put on her underwear but- when she put on her nightgown, yeah not so much. 

For a second I was disappointed but then wisdom dawned upon me. Wait, what if the clothes were here, so I could remove them?

And my smirk made a triumphant return. I could see where this was going eyes closed, but I didn't close my eyes though, not even for a second. 

Marg was basically done dressing up, so nothing stopped me from putting on my shirt and underwear. Screw you pants. And screw you too buttons. 

Marg sat on the bed. There was a special soft sheet on top of the bed, probably kept there to prevent stains on the actual cover. Marg's body was still a bit wet in places, so- yeah, I didn't waste time and just kissed her, grabbing her tight. 

She kissed me back, and also hugged me. 

Her scent mixed in with the shampoo; intoxicating. I could hold back no more!

But- but something felt off. It was almost as though, there was less emotion this time. Maybe because I already did it once?

Heh, who cared? I loved her and that's all it mattered. 

I slowly massaged Marg's chest over her gown. It was a bit wet feeling and yet, firm and soft at the same time. The feeling was indescribable.

I loved it. 

This French kiss was never-ending and no matter how many minutes passed, I didn't feel like stopping. Marg's eyes were closed but her lips and tongue were moving just fine. Her hands were gripping my back tightly. 

I slowly opened her buttons and just the moment I touched her bra, she stopped and just hung in my arms. 

"Stop teasing already." I chuckled softly. 

But Marg didn't open her eyes. And her warm body was slowly cooling down. 

"Marg?"

No response. 

"Hey, that's not-"

I stopped, checked her pulse, her breathing. She'd passed out. "Marg!" 

'What the hell!'

I was pretty turned on and excited but- now, now I was just freaking out. 

'Wha-what should I do?'

I had this distinct memory of someone opening a tap over my head once to cool me down when I'd passed out. But- Marg was already cold. And she was getting cooler. 

She wasn't overheating. Something was really wrong here. 

I took a deep breath but I couldn't calm my nerves, not one bit. 

'I have to get help.'

I didn't know what to do, but that didn't mean no one else did. I probably would have looked like a clown but I didn't give two fucks. Marg's life mattered more!

I was about to run to the door when- Marg grabbed my hand. 

I turned around. She was awake, smiling faintly. "Sorry, got a little lightheaded."

I hugged her, a bit teary-eyed. "You scared me." It almost felt like I was being stabbed when I knew she wasn't waking up. Maybe I was being dramatic but- it was like my heart had skipped several beats. 

I didn't know. I really didn't know. But- maybe- I wasn't prepared for death. I wanted to kill my enemies for the sake of my family, but- was I really prepared? 

I wasn't.

What did it even mean to die? What did it mean to kill?

Just imagining Marg not opening her eyes almost made my nerves go out the drain. I really wasn't prepared at all. 

And I was giving threats to the world?

Huh!

"I'm okay now." She gently patted my head.

I gently laid her on the bed and lied right next to her, hugging her the entire time. I didn't have any words. But my heart did calm down as I felt her heartbeat.

Her forehead touched my chest. "Maybe I shouldn't teleport to faraway places." She giggled. 

She was trying to lighten up the mood but- but I felt terrible. After all, she did this, though she knew. She did this, for me.

"Marg I-"

She held a finger on her lips. "I love you and though it feels weird to say this, but you really are my everything now. You freed me from that hell, you make me happy- fill me up with warm fuzzy feelings, and I want to make you happy, the happiest! It's a bit embarrassing but- I love you."

I held her a bit tighter. "You are my everything too." I kissed her forehead. "And I love you."

"Only second to your mom of course. And it hurts so, mind easing up a little," She managed with a smile.

"Oh, sorry." I chuckled and eased up. 

Only second to mom huh? I guess she was paying close attention when I said mom was the most important person in my life and she was second? Oh well, I loved both of them. Though the form of love was different. 

She giggled but came closer, and kissed me on the cheek. 

Both our eyes were locked on. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and mine over her back. 

"Let's move in together."

"Yeah." After all, that was the plan. 

There were some more kissing and touching, but regrettably, nothing more happened. 

***

I woke up with a headache. 

This wasn't my day. Even in the morning, my little buddy was up and ready to roll. It really, really wanted attention. 

It was early morning and Marg was still asleep.

Wait, this wasn't my day, but it could be! Things could just very well happen!

Her hair was everywhere and the towel holding her hair was lying on the floor. She looked like an Angel.  A very messy angel. 

She looked totally normal though: I guess she was fine now. She was right next to me, but still facing my way. I touched her cheek and then went closer for a morning kiss. Before I could kiss her, she stopped me with her palm. It was kind of, me smooching her hand. 

Still worth it. And I took my sweet time smooching too. 

She opened her eyes, smiled, and kissed me instead. Just a smooch though. 

And with that, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

So much for a little bit of morning fun. It was still early so I was hoping for stuff. 

But I guess it had to wait. 

After all, if everything worked out, we'd be living in the same house from next month and- my face twisted a little as my inner desires leaked. "Everyday."

"Except those five days." Marg poked out her head, winked, and then went back in. 'Cute.'

Bummer. But I was definitely going to respect her wishes. Actually, was it even possible to have sex during those five days? I didn't know and I had no reason to research either. If Marg said no, it meant no. 

But still, almost every day. Again, my face leaked all my emotions. 

My lightning rod was kind of pointing towards the heavens but oh well. It'll get all the attention it deserved soon enough. 'Just wait some more my son!'

***

Both of us got fresh and dressed. 

I was disappointed that I didn't get to shower with her again, but we still smelled the same. After all, we were using the same stuff last night. 

I did get to grope her while she was brushing though. 

She wasn't happy, no. 

Marg would drop me right in front of my room and head back into hers that was the plan. 

She was still wearing her nightgown. Were her other clothes really dirty though? I had this weird desire to sniff them. Unfortunately, she caught me and made me promise that I wouldn't touch her lingerie without permission. 

Meaning, I still had hope, as long as I got permission. 

I didn't want her to teleport again but she said it was okay, as long as she didn't teleport any more than 1500 kilometers of distance in a span of six hours. 

Apparently, the last time she did this, she had it worse: that was two years ago. Meaning, even taking me back home made her feel bad, albeit not to such an extent. But just knowing she went through pain for my sake- made me want to cherish her more. 

***

We went down first and paid the hotel. Last night we didn't have dinner so I was kind of hungry and I for sure knew Marg was also hungry but she never said a word.

I wanted to have breakfast here, but she said no. 

We got out of the hotel and there wasn't anybody around. I for a moment forgot this place was secluded. 

Of course, both of us had bags holding clothes and stuff.  We were holding hands and before long I was in front of my door and Marg was gone. 

I cleared my thoughts and knocked on the door. 

And a minute later, it opened. 

But there were three people already inside. 

'Well, this can't be good.' And so began, my lovely, shitty, and a bit spicy holiday.