Eula - How to handle a Tsundere
Aether’s Journal – Private Entry
I came in her mouth. Deep, hot, and sudden—satisfying way to cut off her rants.
She froze, eyes wide, lips still parted like she couldn’t believe I’d really done it.
But she swallowed. All of it. Even with that wounded pride burning in her cheeks.
She didn’t look at me right away. Just knelt there, breathing heavy, as if trying to decide whether to slap me or beg for more.
I didn’t give her the chance.
I pulled away, tucked myself back in, and watched her try to piece together a sentence.
Didn’t let her finish. Just leaned down, kissed her cheek, and whispered,
“Not tonight.”
The sound she made—somewhere between a gasp and a growl—was better than any moan.
She wanted to scream. You could see it in her shaking arms, her wide, furious eyes. She was this close to throwing hands… but she didn’t.
She couldn’t.
She’s going to walk funny all day tomorrow.
And tonight? She’ll probably break a pillow pretending it’s me.
Let her.
By tomorrow night, she’ll be back. Hotter, meaner, needier.
And I’ll take my time with her again.