Yuki's hand, which had been pushing his chest, moved. The slap, which was fast and hard, connected. The sound, which was sharp, echoed in the storeroom. Aldric's face, which had been angry, went shocked. The cheek, which was red, was a mark.
"So you are having an affair with that guy?" he said. The words, which were a leap, were a conclusion. The logic, which was absent, was replaced by emotion. The jealousy, which had been building, was a flood.
"How can you say that?" Yuki said. The words, which were a defense, were a cry. Her voice, which had been firm, cracked. The tears, which had been held back, fell.
"You are my girlfriend, damn it," Aldric said. The words, which were a claim, were a chain. His hand, which had been on her pussy, moved. To his cock. The shaft, which he grabbed, was still limp. He stroked. The motion, which was desperate, was a failure.
