Me After Meeting You

Ian thought for a moment and then rephrased his words. “According to what I’ve read, if a male establishes a romantic atmosphere before getting into bed with a female, it will allow the female to climax more easily.”

Amber couldn’t even think of a retort. “….” She massaged her forehead to ease the oncoming headache as she asked, “Mr. Axton, when you have these underlying intentions, can we still even have a proper meal?”

Ian was a little perturbed by her stance. “Do all doctors avoid talking about sex?”

Amber very much wanted to shoot him a supercilious glare. “I’m also a woman, thank you very much.”

Ian fell deep into thought, and then stopped talking about the subject, instead pouring her a glass of wine before obediently starting to eat.

As they said, if you encountered someone who didn’t understand romance at all, then even something like a candlelight dinner was pointless. If you encountered someone who was so hungry that they didn’t care about what they were eating, it would be a waste of effort and resources; if you encountered a schemer, it would be the setting for a tragedy! And unfortunately, the two of them satisfied all three of these conditions, so this extravagant and romantic meal ended very quickly.

Once Amber finished her meal, she leaned back, drained her remaining red wine in one go, and yup, she was done.

Because she had drank too quickly, Amber’s face quickly turned red from the alcohol. She supported her face with both hands, and then looked at Ian.

Like a good househusband, when the meal was over, Ian immediately started clearing the table, washing the plates, and mopping the kitchen. Amber watched him meticulously complete all this busywork as she thought to herself, A boyfriend like this isn’t bad. He’s able to make food, do chores, clean the place, and even rejuvenate the eyes. How good was that?

And then, just when she was starting to relax, he took off his apron, hung it up, and walked in front of her before saying, “Let’s take a bath and then go to sleep.”

“….”

She looked at the time; it was only 8:30 PM!

With a slight tinge of disbelief, Amber asked him, “It’s too early, isn’t it? Why don’t we eat some fruit and chat awhile?”

Ian lowered his head and sniffed her body judgmentally. “You smell dirty.”

And then he pushed Amber into the bathroom. The reason why she was so obedient was that, in her mind, she thought, ‘Alright. Given how stubborn he is, then he can do whatever he wants. It’s only a matter of time anyway.’ After many days of careful consideration, she had thought everything through.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

After the two of them took a bath and Amber blew her hair dry, they got into bed. It felt formal, and even though Amber had mentally prepared herself, she still felt a bit shy.

Ian was actually quite nervous as well; when he took out a condom, he even naively asked, “Do I wear this beforehand or afterwards?”

Amber almost sprayed spit at him. “Do you think that it’d even be useful if you wore it after you’re done?”

Only then did Ian realize that he had asked a stupid question, and he became somewhat embarrassed. But since his face was normally cold and unmoving, his embarrassment wasn’t very obvious. After a quick glance at Amber to verify that she hadn’t noticed, he took off his pants.

Amber twisted her head away, not knowing what to say anymore. But even if she didn’t see it, she could feel him put on the condom and then lean over to hug her.

She was currently wearing a white cotton sleeping gown, and her black hair was draped over her shoulders, giving her a soft and tender look.

Although the start was awkward, both of them were young and vigorous, and the atmosphere slowly loosened up. Ian really hadn’t skimped on his reading about sex, and when they actually started doing it, he was particularly gentle and patient, sparing no effort to make it easier for her.

The conditions were right, and success naturally followed.

They gradually reached the most enjoyable stage.

But then, Ian suddenly stopped. Amber opened her eyes. Right now, her face was flushed red, her eyes lustrous with desire, and her half-clothed body particularly enchanting.

But Ian couldn’t not stop.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, somewhat lost in thought.

Ian didn’t say anything, just looking at her with an ugly expression. Then, he suddenly sat back and tore off the “raincoat” on his little Ian. “It’s a bit itchy,” he said in annoyance as he lightly scratched its tip.

“An all … allergic reaction.” Amber said, half in disbelief.

Ian: o()o

***

Ian little buddy had at first been pinkish, not ugly at all, and even quite imposing. But right now, Amber felt that it looked quite pitiful, because after his big buddy scratched him, two little red lumps had appeared near its tip.

Amber had concluded that this was just an allergic reaction through a very simple chain of deduction. Between this being a newly renovated apartment, the condom material, and Ian’s abnormal body … it seemed almost inevitable for little buddy to not develop an allergic reaction to something.

Amber tried her hardest to stifle her laughter, to the point where she started tearing up and was unable to look at him. However, when she saw that he was about to scratch himself again, she quickly stopped him and said, “Stop scratching yourself and go wash it off.”

Ian obediently went to the washroom, albeit with a dark expression on his face. Once Amber was sure that he was out of earshot, then she turned around, bit down on her fist, and started guffawing so hard she fell off of the bed.

But while she was lost in her delirium, she felt someone grab her shoulder and drag her upright. Ian looked at her dimly. “You seem very happy?”