[ Thinking of Sasha as he touched himself... it was a sinful act deserving of punishment. He didn't dare to tell her straight on until now; those times when he felt most sensitive he shut himself in the bathroom only to soothe the lewd need of making love to her without restraint. Ah, how his body longed for her knowing it was wicked of him to ask for it, that it would break him more if it happened.

Girls were a distraction that prevented him from pursuing his dreams, much less thinking of them as objects of satisfaction. Sae caused him to disregard any prospect and granted him with painful memories. Not even Kamiya could fit in that picture.

But Sasha, on the other hand, finally stirred up those wonderful sensations and emotions in him. It made him happy seeing her taking in his confession.

Calmly, he took her hand to place soft kisses on her fingers. With a look filled in unbridled passion, Souji stood on his knees, upright, the ink of his tattoo settled above his left hipbone. He wrapped his fingers around his slight hard length with a sigh, the index playing with the tip -- ]

I think of your eyes, so pure and determined. Of your smile... I could die anytime if it means you'll smile for me. Of your hair... smells so sweet...

[ His grip is gentle, stroking lazily so he could gaze down at her all the way. ] Ah-- I-I think of your body in that long, white dress you wore when we first m-met... [ A shaky breath left his lips. ]