【Round Flame】Sun Flower Field

This is the first time I have entered such a hotel since I was born.

The whole street is...different from chain hotels and the like, it is a group of buildings where you can feel the hormonal atmosphere just from the signboards, this is called...love hotel, right?

Originally, Madoka wanted to go into a hotel that looked quite luxurious, but when Homura reminded him that it might be expensive, Madoka pulled back the foot that was about to step in.

Faced with a dazzling array of hotels, Yuan was overwhelmed, and finally called Sayaka. She recommended a hotel that looked Mediterranean from the outside.

Homura was a little hesitant about entering such a place, because entering here, isn't it like telling someone, 'We're going to have sex', doesn't it feel like that.

And there are two girls...

But Yuan didn't seem to care about this at all, he was very interested, and took her hand and went in.

The lobby is very ordinary, no different from the usual hotel.

Still, there are pictures of many of the rooms on the walls.

Well……

Homura stands in front of the photo wall and looks up. Some rooms are very luxurious and beautiful, and the price is naturally high, but there are also affordable ones.

"Yan, let's go?"

"Huh? Already ordered?"

"Ah."

She really has high mobility... I wanted to ask her if the customer service at the front desk said anything, but Yuan's expression was the same as before booking the room, since the front desk didn't say anything.

... Also, the daily job is to receive all kinds of guests who come to the store, and it is not surprising to meet any kind of couples, male and female, male and sexual, female and female, there are nothing more than three types.

...Which room will it be?

There were only the two of them in the elevator, and Yuan pressed the button for the fifth floor. Standing in the slowly ascending elevator, Homura stopped thinking about the last confusion, and began to look forward to which room Yuan would order in the photo.

The room card is inserted into the electronic lock, there is a beep, the indicator light turns green, and the doorknob is turned round to go in and turn on the light.

"what……"

When the lights come on, the first thing you see is the huge bed and the starry sky on the ceiling.

"Oh!~It looks amazing!"

Yuan threw the traveling bag on the ground like a child, and flew onto the bed.

"The bed is so soft! Homura, Homura~ Look, you can see the starry sky when you look up!"

"I see it."

It's not the real starry sky. It's on the fifth floor and not the top, so of course it's impossible to see it.It's just dark blue glass that is similar to the color of the night sky, and there are embedded lights that emit light and imitate stars.

The price of this room should be at the upper-middle level, and Yuan seemed to be fearless after eating a super-expensive dinner.

There are plush toffee chairs, plush to the touch.Drinks are chilled in the refrigerator, as well as alcohol.

There was a computer—but Homura thought that people who came here would not want to spend such a high price just to surf the Internet—and a TV, and there was even a karaoke on the side.

Things can be said to be readily available.

Homura looked at the items one by one, and opened the desk drawer at hand.

...The first floor placed the fuse that caused the dispute last time.The second layer is weird and colorful adult toys that look very bad at first glance.

Homura took a look and silently closed the drawer.

"Homura, come and see! The bathroom here is so high-end!"

Yuan yelled excitedly in the bathroom - as long as she didn't come to look through this drawer.

Homura walked over, and when he entered the bathroom through the corner, he was also slightly shocked by the luxurious scene in front of him... This is simply a small swimming pool, with a massage fountain.

It's really advanced...

But why... I'm not particularly excited, but a little uneasy.

When he came out of the restaurant, it was, no... sometimes he would feel this way, Homura tried his best to ignore it, because even he felt that it was a neurotic thing.

Yuan hooked Yan's little finger, and slowly leaned forward.

This is the inevitable trend of development in this atmosphere... Yuan unzipped the zipper of her skirt on the back, unbuttoned her underwear, and put her warm palm in.

"Shall we take a shower together?..." Yuan asked behind him.

"..."

In fact, I often avoid it intentionally or unintentionally. Although Yuan said that she can rely on her more, it is still a bit...

...!

Yan stood dumbfounded until Yuan's hand caressed her breasts - she dodged away reflexively.

"flame?…"

"Ah...yes, I'm sorry.", she realized, "...do we have to wash together?"

"……do not like?"

Yuan's expression looked a little hurt, and Yan's heart softened.

"It's not..."

But...it's too bright in here.

In retrospect, the reason why I didn't resist was largely due to the very dark environment, and the first time it was a little...but Madoka didn't care, and Homura felt relieved.

There is a saying that "turning off the light is the same." In terms of physiological structure, there is not much difference between a beautiful person and an ugly person, but it is different when the light is turned on. Ugliness or beauty will be exposed to the light in an instant. In, the gap between is judgmental.

——I don’t want to show her ugly things, even if I hate them, Madoka will definitely not like them either.

"what happened?"

"I'm sorry, Yuan...I..."

"...I guess, because of what? Scars?"

"...Why do you know?"

She burst out laughing.The expression became as gentle as a goddess.

"Homura, who is always intellectual, is sometimes stupid. As for the scars, I touched them."

...Where did I get healed by this smile.flame illusion.

She approached Homura and placed her palm on her chest.

"…can I see?"

"Ugly..."

"it does not matter."

Can't move.

Wanting to refuse, but unable to refuse her, Homura closed his eyes and slowly felt the coolness of his skin exposed to the air.

She heard Yuan gasp.

Every time I stand in front of the mirror after taking a shower, I can’t even look directly at myself. The scar left by several heart surgeries is hideous on the left chest, and the stitches left by the stitches are left on both sides of the incision. It’s like crawling. Strips, centipede.

...Round fingers passed over the bumps, she felt.

"Will it hurt?"

"Not now. I'm sorry to let you see this..."

It really is... ugly, right?

"Isn't it also very good?"

"…Um?"

"Because of this operation, Homura can stand in front of me now, right?"

…Yes.

It was a very expensive operation, and it was said that the highest level of medical science was used, and the success rate was not high, but if Homura didn't do it, she definitely wouldn't be here now.

"So, this is a meaningful scar. It's not ugly. I like it very much."

Don't know what to say.

The first thing that came out of his mouth was 'thank you' that he had said countless times, so Homura swallowed it back.

It would bother Madoka to be so nervous all the time.

Homura said to herself not to think about these things, calm down, it is rare to come here once, and enjoy the atmosphere here more, and just leave her body to Madoka.

"...Then... please take care of me."

"Is the water temperature okay?"

"can."

Homura sat on an oddly shaped plastic chair in the bathroom.

It is obviously a chair for sitting, but for some reason there is a large part of the recess in the middle. If it is used for drainage, it would be too much.

Yuan sits on the edge of the bathtub, which is higher.

She pressed some shampoo and applied it to Homura's hair.

"Xiao Homura's hair is of very good quality. It's not like mine. It always turns into a mess after sleeping and it's hard to comb."

"Have it?"

"Yes."

The feeling of massaging the scalp with your fingers is very comfortable, which is completely different from the feeling when you wash your hair.

"But it doesn't seem convenient to wash it."

"I am used to it."

is inconvenient.It takes a long time to wash and maintain your hair every time. In fact, there is no need to keep it that long, but it is.

...It seems that someone once said that he likes this long hair.

…who………

Can not remember.

"A friend once said he liked my hair." I can't remember if it was a friend, but the person who said such a thing must have known him. "So I took care of it with a little thought."

"I like Homura's hair too."

Rinse warm water over your hair.

"It's time to flush out the bubbles, raise your head a little, the water may get into your eyes, so please close it."

"it is good."

Homura closed her eyes and rested her head on Yuan's lap, not tired.

Madoka rinsed it carefully, but the water didn't get into her eyes.I was a little nervous at first, but after I got used to it, I found that it was really pleasant to let others help me wash my hair. I didn’t have to move anything, and I wasn’t tired at all... It’s kind of understandable when I help a few (obedient) cats to take a bath They look drowsy.

"Are you comfortable?" Yuan's voice came from above.

"Ah."

I haven't enjoyed this kind of treatment for a long time.

As a distant memory, my mother helped wash my hair when I was a child, so that's about it...

The sound of gurgling water passed by my ears, and I felt at ease because it was so comfortable, and the previous anxiety also temporarily receded slowly.

want to sleep...

——I don’t know how long it took, it must have been quite a long time, and the sound of the water stopped.

tick--a-

Residual water dripped from the shower head and landed on the tiled floor.

Homura didn't open her eyes.A breath hotter than warm water slowly approached, of course she knew what it was, so she just opened her mouth obediently.

Yuan's breathing from the top to the bottom was a little short.

The tip of her tongue touches lightly, and Yuan pushes her tongue around. Such a scene makes Homura with her eyes closed think of chasing a playful cat.

Likes to kiss Madoka.

After a while, Madoka seemed not satisfied with the level of superficial touch, she rubbed her nose against the tip of Homura's nose, asking Homura's permission in this way like a large animal—even though the two of them didn't say a word— Homura acquiesced.

So she started sucking her lips, lips meeting and parting, making tiny, frothy-sounding noises, erotic.

"...I like Homura's scar too."

Madoka's hands were covering Homura's breasts, which couldn't be called plump, but luckily Madoka was also flat in this respect, this size was enough, Homura liked it a lot.

Her fingers slid across the bumps on the chest, and pressed lightly as if to confirm the exact length and shape of the scar—extending to the nipples and pinching.

Yan trembled, his lower abdomen tightened involuntarily, and something warm was flowing out of his body.

Sometimes she is really bad.A sanctimonious hooligan... eh.Fortunately, such a person can still be a teacher...

Fingers that had no intention of entering were probing before the entrance, only entering a little bit and then withdrawing as if to whet the appetite, each time feeling a little different—until she brushed the hand over Yan's eyelashes and brought it to her mouth.

Homura opened her eyes.

Round fingers gleamed in the strong light of the bathroom.

"Homura is perched on my finger..."

Yan Mang looked up blankly at her sticking out her red tongue, and licked it around from index finger to little finger, as if she was tasting something delicious, for example, ice cream.

Then she put her saliva, and other liquids that had been left before, into the mouth of the flame with her fingers that were still shining with crystal water.without hindrance.

"Homura, be good, be good..."

Yuan murmured softly as if coaxing an animal.

Homura didn't reply, she couldn't be distracted now.She didn't know why she was so infatuated with these hands.

The lower body is longing for the circle to enter.

...If you cut your head open now, it must have melted into a paste.

I can't think of anything, the only thing I can remember is that the position I stepped out of was probably at the head of the bed a while ago, but now it is almost at the end of the bed.

Homura was buried between Yuan's legs, and on the other hand, she was being entered by her fingers, and Homura had to stop on her side from time to time.

It would be embarrassing to look at such a posture with the light on, but at this moment, I feel that those things don't matter at all, it doesn't matter anyway, there are only Yuan and herself here.

When he came back to his senses, he was already twisting his waist to meet her rhythm, Yan was glad that he didn't turn on the light, absolutely not.

It was more intense than ever before, Homura felt that his internal organs were about to melt away.

He kept calling her name.

round.

round.

round.

round.

round.

……

The voice from the throat was intermittent and hoarse, this was already reaching its climax, and even the mind was about to be swallowed up by the pleasure, but why was there a dull pain in the heart? …

She grabbed Yuan's hand, and the same hot body temperature as her own was transmitted from the sticky palm soaked in sweat.

... Homura was still dreaming at night.

Like any previous dream, I couldn’t remember the beginning, but I couldn’t tell the difference in the dream—she was sitting in the hospital ward, and a plane crash news was broadcast on TV.

Cars colliding, trains derailing, and cruise ships sinking all sound like things that are far away from us.

Homura remembered that she didn't care about this at that time, and skipped it casually, but now she knows what will happen next, and the names of her parents are on the list of victims.

Father and mother haven't visited her for half a year. Yan's home is this ward, and she would be noisy when she was a child. As she grew up, she gradually understood after she dropped out of school from time to time.She is the least qualified to speak, mom and dad have no spare time to love her, if not working, where will the bottomless medical expenses come from.

She began to plan to commit suicide. The original plan was to climb to the top floor of the hospital and jump off at the end of that month.

This was the least painful way she could think of. The whole process only took a few seconds, and the height of more than 20 floors ensured that she would die no matter what angle she fell from.

...And then, before the end of the month, Homura received a call.The attending physician seemed to know that there were several adults in Yan's ward, and the doctor was a good person. If she hadn't hired a lawyer, Yan would have no idea how to get the insurance money.

She has money for the most advanced surgery.

The ceiling of the hospital corridor overhead was moving, and Homura was pushed into the ward by a creaking stretcher on the corridor, and was given anesthesia.

What Mu saw before she fell into a coma was a scene she had never seen before. She sat on a chair on the lawn that seemed to exist here, and the girl beside her stood on the chair, stretched out her hand, and smiled at her. , leaning down like he didn't care.

round! ……————

almost.She missed it.

Fingertips and fingertips, missed with a joking distance.

The pink liquid spreading on the ground terrified her, and the weird color was even more confusing than blood.

"!!..."

The dream came to an abrupt end here, Homura opened his eyes, and it seemed that there were still large patches of pink on the pitch-black ceiling.

The air conditioner hummed.

"…Well……"

whose voice? …

It took her ten seconds to react before she remembered where she was and what she was doing just now.

"Homura?..."

She reached out, and Homura grabbed her almost like a lifeline.

"pain…"

"Ah... sorry."

She woke up a little from being pinched, and her voice became clear, "Are you having a nightmare?"

"Yes…"

The pain in the temple was throbbing.

"It's okay, I'm here."

"Yuan...won't leave me?"

Yan was pulled back to bed by her, lazily hugged in her arms.

"What are you talking about...where can I go...go to sleep."

"it is good……"

What was holding was undoubtedly Yuan's hand, and what came from the chest beside her was undoubtedly Yuan's heartbeat.