It turns out, one really can come up with new tricks.
After it was over, Purple Summers slowly wiped away the sticky mess from her chest, feeling utterly wilted and disheartened.
Why couldn't the heavens grant her the perfect boyfriend? Did he really have to be a scoundrel? Could he not be repulsive? Her ideal love was supposed to be a pure and romantic platonic relationship!
Alexander Summers also felt aggrieved; he was never quite satisfied after their encounters, and it left much to be desired.
Seeing Purple's dejected little form, he couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing, and asked her, "Haven't gotten used to it yet?"
"I can't get used to it," Purple lay on her side, gloomily turning her back to Alexander, "This kind of thing isn't comfortable, how could I possibly get used to it."
Alexander held her tight, teasingly saying, "I really want to make you comfortable for once, but have you ever given me the chance?"