This is a Vegeta x Videl pairing, fair warning: you may find that characters are a little OOC in this story so beware if you are totally against that.
Don't get me wrong, Gohan and Videl are still my favorite pair, but I like to change it up sometimes. Don't we all!
Note: In this fic, the students of Orange Star High wear uniforms.
Summary: After getting extremely low scores in her science class, Videl goes to Bulma for tutoring...but why Bulma when she has Gohan? VgxVi
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It was Thursday afternoon at Orange Star High. Gohan and Videl were sitting in their science class, counting down the seconds before school ended. The bell rang and all the students were dismissed, all but Videl.
"Ms. Satan, would you come here please?" asked the professor.
"Huh?" Videl was surprised, she turned to Gohan, "I'll meet you outside," she told him as she straightened herself up. He simply nodded as he walked into the halls.
"Yes, Mochizuki sensei?" she asked politely. He slapped a grade report on the desk, it had red marks all over it for 'needs serious attention.'
"Why are your grades so low?" he asked with his hands pressed on the desk, staring up at her with a serious expression. She didn't quite know how to answer the question.
"uhhh..." she started,
"I know that you are very bright and you also have resources. What about Son? You two are friends right? Why not get his help?" he interrogated.
"It's not so simple!" she explained, "We're both very busy after school. Science is difficult for me and I don't have time for it...not a good combination," she continued with her white lies.
"There must be someone you could go to..." he stated. There was a pause, Videl listed off people in her head as she looked at the ground. She then brought her gaze back up to the teacher.
"Well...there is..." she started once again, only to interjected by her professor.
"Good! Promise to go seek their help and I'll promise to hide these from your father," he bargained.
"Waa! Thank you!" she bowed over and over again. It would be hell if her father found out about her never ending 'fail' scores. She jogged to her locker and stuffed her bag with books. Running to the courtyard, she spotted Gohan.
"Sorry to keep you!" she apologized as she caught her breath for a moment. He shook his head.
"No problem," he said as he glanced at her bulging lump of a bag, "I see you're going to study for once?" he teased. She punched his arm.
"I have to! I'm failing that class," she explained, "I have to find a tutor," she continued.
"Why haven't you ever asked me?" he questioned as they began walking home. She didn't know how to answer that question truthfully or even nicely. The truth was that Gohan made her feel terribly inferior to the point of frustration.
"I know how busy you get..." she quietly reasoned.
"I'm never too busy," he reasoned.
"I uh...I'd rather work with someone who isn't my boyfriend is all," she quickly managed to say.
"So, who do you have in mind?" he asked curiously.
"Bulma," she answered.
"Nice choice," he lazily finished before slipping his hand into hers. Once they reached Capsule Corps, Videl abruptly stopped.
"You don't have to walk me all the way home today," she smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow!" she cheerfully said before running into the large building. Since Videl was very close with the Briefs family, she was able to run right into the company, no questions asked. Bulma, being so high up on the corporate ladder, was able to work at her own pace. She was still in charge of inventions, but there were other people there to help her build them now. Videl knocked on the door of the housing area, where the Briefs lived. Trunks opened the door.
"Hey Videl!" he greeted before craning his head out of the doorway to look for Gohan.
"Just me today," she smiled, "Is Bulma here?" she asked.
"Yeah, come in," he said before leaving to find his mother. She took a seat on the couch and placed her hands on her knees, moments later, Bulma entered the room.
"Videl! what brings you here?" Bulma asked as she sat down next to the teen.
"eh...it's pretty embarrassing," Videl started as she poked the tips of her fingers together. She then pulled out a paper from her bag and handed it to the older woman. Bulma's jaw dropped to the floor.
"What are these!?" Bulma exclaimed.
"Those are my grades in my science class," Videl chuckled nervously as she rubbed the back of her head.
"You are not leaving here until you learn all this material!" Bulma commanded in a motherly tone.
"Thanks, Bulma!" the younger girl gushed. Just then Vegeta walked into the room after training, a towel thrown over his shoulder. He pretended not to notice Videl, who was blushing cherry red, he noticed it- and it made him smirk.
"Let's get started then," Bulma said as she pulled out the many books from Videl's bag, "how should we do this..." Bulma pondered, a finger on her chin, "Ok, so I'll teach you the lesson and then you can finish your studies here while I work," she suggested. Videl could only nod.
About an hour or two later, Bulma left Videl alone to go start her own work, "just come get me if you have any questions," said the older woman. Videl became very bored with so much time spent on school and science, she slipped off her uniform blazer and stretched a little. Spotting a picture frame sitting on one of the tables, she walked over to it. The photo was a simple picture of Bulma and Vegeta, nothing special. Videl ran her finger over it until Bulma's head was completely covered, she imagined herself in the photo instead. A small giggle escaped her lips, she did not realize that she wasn't the only person in the room,
"Studying hard, huh?" came a sly voice from behind. Videl's heart skipped a beat before the photo frame slipped from her hands.
"Oops! I'm sorry," she said as she picked it up and placed it back on the table, all the while stumbling over herself, 'how long was he watching me?' Videl thought to herself, "I, uh, needed a break is all," she retorted, "I should probably go," she walked over to her bag and shoved the many books back inside.
"It's already dark, I'll drive you," he stated without emotion as he grabbed his keys.
"Huh? Oh no, you don't have to, it's too much," she pressed, however, he pretended not to hear and continued to walk out to his car. She sighed in defeat and followed.
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Videl played with the hem of her skirt during the quiet ride, she wanted it to seem like she was preoccupied with something in hopes of feeling less awkward.
"Vegeta? This is unlike you..." she stated, her eyes still on her skirt.
"Yes well, you're weak, feminine, and it was dark. Not a good mix," he reasoned in a rude tone, eyes fixated on the road.
"I could've taken care of myself, you know!" she argued in a serious tone.
"Could you have, kitty panties?" he asked in a cocky manner. Suddenly, Videl's face turned red with embarrassment.
"Wha? How did you know that I..." she trailed off mid speech.
"Is that how you always bend over when you pick things up? Tsk tsk," he teased. Videl could not even speak, she was so humiliated, but then she thought to respond.
"Well what does that have to do with me protecting myself?" she retorted, getting back on track.
"Different guys like different things," he started with a half smirk, "any pedophile gets a glance at that, the next thing you know..." he trailed off as he took a turn.
"A pedophile? Are you calling me a child?" she questioned in an annoyed tone. He answered with a scoff.
"Oh yeah? If I'm a child, then what do you consider a woman?" she interrogated. However, the truth was that she wanted to know his "type."
"Oh no, you're not getting me to answer that," he chuckled, "well, we're here. Get out," he stated gruffly. Videl grabbed her things and opened the door.
"Thanks..." she hesitantly said before heading towards her door, she looked back once more before he drove off. Videl marched up the stairs to her bedroom and began to undress to shower. Looking over her shoulder at the mirror, she saw it. A little smiling kitty on her pastel panties. She buried her face in the palms of her hands in embarrassment, 'am I really that childish?' she asked herself before heading for the shower. Videl gazed down at her body, she was definitely not a little kid, 'why do I even care what that jerk thinks?' she thought as she washed up.
Videl dressed herself in her pajamas and looked in the mirror, 'oh no, I'm doing it again,' she thought as she stared at her "Doraemon" sleepwear, 'Ok. No big deal, I'll just be more mature from now on,' she assured herself, not knowing what "mature" really meant. As she got into bed, she thought of Bulma and Chichi, the only two women whom she knew well. There were many differences among the three of them. Bulma and Chichi always spoke their minds, even before they were addressed. They definitely weren't shy, unlike the very bashful Videl, 'bah, all this thinking hurts. I'll just act differently than I usually do,' she told herself before going to sleep, it wasn't like she really cared about what he thought.
The Next Morning...
Videl picked up her pressed and primed uniform and routinely put it on. After dressing and realizing there wasn't anything she could do to her outfit, she walked over to her vanity. Videl opened a drawer and pulled out it's contents: make up. It wasn't like she never wore make up before...she just wasn't an expert. She colored her eyes, cheeks and lips just enough to look different. She grabbed her things and walked outside to meet Gohan. Instead of holding his hand, she hooked arms with him, as if he were an escort. He did not question her until later that day.
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Videl had been acting differently from her usual self all day. She crossed her legs in class, she kept flipping her hair and kept looking into her pocket mirror. At lunch when she was eating a small portion of food, Gohan had to find out why.
"Not hungry today?" he casually asked.
"Hmm? Well, you know," was her distracted response.
"Videl?" Gohan started, "Are you ok? You seem different today," he explained.
"Oh Gohan, don't be silly, this is just me," she stated with confidence.
"One more thing," he continued, "are you wearing make up?" he asked. Videl laughed behind her hand, not answering the obvious question.
"Well, I'm off," she said as she gathered her things. She kissed Gohan on the cheek and walked away, swaying her hips slightly as she walked. Gohan shook his head in disbelief, but said nothing.
During the last period, science, Videl actively participated and answered many questions. The teacher was surprised by her quick change in attitude. He called her back once again.
"Wow Videl, I'm amazed, who did you get to help you?" he questioned.
"Just a family friend," she said as she tucked some hair behind her ear.
"Well, keep up the good work," he smiled before dismissing her. Videl casually strolled out to the front of the school to meet Gohan.
"Capsule Corps again," she shrugged as she began to walk.
"Oh," said Gohan as he barely followed.
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Once inside, Videl found Bulma and explained to her that today's lesson was the same as yesterday's so all Videl had to do was practice it.
"You're welcome to do it here, dear," Bulma called from her computer room.
"Thank you!" Videl said before she headed back to the living room. She checked herself in the mirror once over before she stepping outside. Videl noticed Bulma's black stiletto pumps sitting near the door way and paused as she gazed down at them. Slowly, she removed her socks and placed them in her own shoes before slipping into Bulma's pair. She stared down at her feet and marveled at how elegant the black leather looked against her milky skin. With a deep breath she stepped out onto the grass, a little wobbly from the uneven surface. She already knew where he would be, the gravity room of course. Videl opened the door which automatically shut off the artificial gravity. Vegeta landed on the ground and faced the person who interrupted his training.
"What do you want?" he spat. To Videl, Vegeta was intimidating and it made her heart drop, but she continued to appear confident regardless. She stepped into the room and walked up to him with her hands on her hips which swayed flirtatiously.
"Is this what a woman is, Vegeta?" she tried to say in her most sultry voice only to receive a full hearted cackle. Videl, to say the least, was insulted, "What!? Why are you laughing?" she pressed.
"Did you really look that deeply into what I said?" he responded in between laughter.
"No! I just..." she attempted to argue.
"Nice try, girly, but you can only be turned into a woman by one thing," he stated with new seriousness.
"...I don't understand. By what?" she questioned with a look of confusion. Vegeta abruptly approached the young girl. Suddenly, Videl was pinned against the wall and there was hardly any room between the two of them. Her chest was heaving up and down from shock and she couldn't even look Vegeta in the face.
"By a man," he huskily whispered as he ran a breath over Videl's pale neck. She began trembling under him as he paused to stare at her, "just as I thought," he started, releasing her wrists, "just a dumb girl who talks too much."
Videl was still trying to catch her breath, "I've just...never been that close to anyone before," she explained.
"I know you haven't," he stated as he threw a towel around his neck. She didn't dare say that she liked the feeling or that it excited her when his body pressed hers against the wall, no, she couldn't say that. Collecting herself, Videl attempted to excuse herself from his presence.
"I...still have homework to do," she said before slipping out of the room. Videl made sure that she finished before the sun went down so she'd be able to walk home instead of catching a ride with Vegeta. She returned Bulma's shoes, grabbed her things and paced out of the house, only to find that Vegeta was waiting.
"Get in," he commanded.
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The ride was even more awkward than the last. Videl gazed out the window the entire time until the silence was broken.
"Will you be attending?" he started, leaving Videl in a confused daze.
"Attending?" she asked.
"Bulma's stupid Autumn Celebration," he stated tonelessly.
"Oh right...when is it again?," she asked, finally turning to face him.
"Tomorrow night," he answered.
"Tomorrow? What should I wear?" she thought out loud. Just then, the car stopped in front of the mansion. Vegeta slyly chuckled before he answered,
"Something womanly...oh that's right," he taunted. Videl blushed before stepping out of the car.
"...Thanks..." and with that, he was off. Videl rushed into her house and up the stairs to her bedroom. She began tearing through her many clothes, searching for any type of sultry clothing. There was none.
"Cotillion...cotillion...cotillion! Why do I have so many of these!?" she called to no one in particular. She calmed herself down and picked up her phone,
ring, ring, ring
"hello?" said a voice from the other end.
"Hi, Eresa!" Videl cheered, "I mean, hello," she said in a more neutral tone.
"...ok...what's up?" Eresa questioned.
"You won't mind if I borrow that one dress will you?" Videl answered.
"Huh? Which one? Oooh that one? Sure go ahead. But where are you going?" the blonde girl continued.
"Just a little family get together, I have to look good you know? I'll just pick it up tomorrow ok? Thanks, Eresa-" and with that she hung up phone, not even bothering to let Eresa speak. Videl went to her mirror and sat in front of it. She played with her long black hair and smiled at her new self. On the top left hand corner, there was a picture of Videl and Gohan at the beach. Suddenly frowning, she grabbed the picture and faced it downwards so the faces would not be seen. She sighed.
"Vegeta..."
The Next Morning...
Videl stretched before climbing out of bed to get ready. It was Saturday, the day of the red dragonfly watching in autumn, one of Videl's favorite days. It was a perfect day to be with a friend and count the dragonflies. However, that was not on Videl's to do list that day. She remembered that she had to pick up the dress from Eresa for Bulma's party. She quickly dressed herself and left the house, and headed for Eresa's place. Eresa lived in a rather large house herself that was the style of a Victorian country home, very unlike her friend. Videl rang the doorbell and Eresa answered.
"Hey! Oh right, the dress," Eresa chirped before leaving to retrieve the item of clothing, "You got invited to a party and I didn't?" she jokingly pouted, receiving a giggle from Videl.
"Oh it's just a family thing," she assured her friend.
"That's not what the dress says," Eresa played before taking her leave, "see you later."
Videl gazed down at the dress and marveled at it's beauty. The garment was deep plum in color, made from a fine silk satin. She held it up to her body, it stopped right above her knee, she had never seen something quite as lovely.
Walking back home, she began to daydream about Vegeta. Why was she trying so hard to please him? 'I can't possibly have feelings for him can I?' she asked herself while playing with her fingers, 'he's much older than I am...I'm just seventeen...and he's married! What am I doing then?' she continued, 'but all I think about is him now...and I want him to touch me like the last time...maybe even more than that,' Videl felt a little ashamed of her thoughts but ultimately she figured she had no control over her desires.
The rest of the day was spent traditionally. Videl attempted to spend some time with her father but he complained, saying that dragonflies were nothing to celebrate, that they were cockroaches with wings. Videl didn't care anyways, she had no problem with spending the day alone, that is, until the party.
When seven o'clock rolled around, Videl was nearly finished getting ready. Her long, midnight black hair cascaded over her bare back. The dress fit her like a glove and hugged her every curve. She'd show Vegeta who wasn't a child. Videl began to put on her make up and was generous with color. Her eyes were lined with kohl which made the color of her irises pop, her cheeks wore a faint blush and on her lips was the deepest wine color, almost as dark as blood. She did look, to say the least, stunning. Right away, she wanted to show herself off. She heard the ring of the door bell echo through the mansion, one of the maids answered the door.
"Oh Videl! It's Gohan!" she called from downstairs.
"I'm coming!" Videl answered gleefully before checking herself in the mirror one last time. Gohan was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, he wore a dress shirt and had his hands casually stuffed in his trouser pockets. His jaw dropped as he watched Videl gracefully sashay down the steps.
"Wow, Videl...What's all this about?" he asked as she twirled in front of him. She simply smiled and latched onto his arm without answering.
"Shall we?" she stated as she practically dragged him to his car. They would meet the others at Capsule Corps later.
"You look amazing," Gohan complimented as he struggled to keep his eyes off of his girlfriend and on the road.
"Thanks," she responded as she stared out the window, "You don't think it's too much?" she asked in a quiet tone.
He shook his head, "you're beautiful," he assured.
Later, they arrived at the Briefs residence which was practically glowing in the dark from all the beautifully dimmed lights. Everyone was there and having a good time. Gohan and Videl found Goku and Chichi and greeted them.
"Hey guys! Did you just get here? Whoa, you look nice Videl," Goku cheerfully said to the young couple.
"Um yes, you look great," Chichi added with a small blush.
"Thank you, Chichi! You're both so sweet to say that," she said as she tried to wave off their compliments, "I'll be back! I should go say hi to Bulma."
Videl walked through a large crowd of spectators, not noticing them gawking at her. Being the World Champ's daughter, she was used to attention.
"Damn, who's that?" Yamcha asked.
"I think it's...it is!" Krillin exclaimed in surprise.
"Videl?" they were dumbfounded as well, blinking in amazement.
"Bulma!" Videl called as she approached the older woman.
"Oh, Videl! Hi! When did you get here?" she warmly asked the teen.
"Just now, thank you for inviting me," she stated with a bow.
"Of course I did! You're family! I'm sorry sweetie, it seems the caterer needs me, just give me a sec." Bulma excused herself and made her way through the crowd. Taking this moment alone, Videl scanned around the party and searched for a certain Saiyajin.
"Looking for someone?" came a familiar voice from behind. Videl turned around to find Vegeta, he was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed over his chest. She sent him a smirk that could challenge his own.
"And what are you doing here all by yourself?" she asked coyly as she walked up to him, "So? How do I look?"
"What game do you think you're playing?" he demanded as he sternly looked at her.
"No game, but I am still having fun," she placed a hand on his chest. Swiftly Vegeta grabbed her wrist and swung her around so that they were hidden from their friends. He lightly shoved her against the tree.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled, she became excited by his animalistic behavior.
"I think I like you better when you're mad," she whispered seductively, it only angered him more, "Vegeta, can't you tell that I want you?" she murmured.
"There's nothing I can do for you," he started, "and have you forgotten that I have a wife?" he spat.
"So? She doesn't have to know," Videl reasoned, "besides, I think you want me too, and isn't taking what you want the Saiyajin way?"
He was silent as he glared at her, his brows fully furrowed. Vegeta always knew Videl had a school girl crush on him, and he thought nothing of it. He would have never teased her had he known she would take it this far.
"Fine, if you don't believe me when I say that I'm ready, then I'll just show you," she confidently declared as she turned and strolled away from him.
'Show me? What is she talking about?' Vegeta thought to himself as he watched her lean over the DJ's table and whispered something in his ear. She then walked to the center of the dance floor where there were only a few people. Suddenly, a slow song began to play and everyone's attention was on the dance floor and the beautiful girl standing in it's light.
Videl rolled her hips and body in titillating ways. Thanks to her fighting experience, she was very flexible and was able to curve her back to the point of danger. Everyone stared as Videl carried on with her sultriest ways. From time to time she would gaze over at Vegeta, letting him know with her eyes that she wasn't the dumb girl he thought she was.
Gohan, who was behind a crowd, noticed a cluster forming around the dance floor. He then heard Yajirobe's voice call to him.
"Uh Gohan? Hey man, isn't that chick your girlfriend?" asked his chubby friend. Gohan immediately pushed through the crowd until he had a front row view. It was Videl, but not the Videl he knew. He glanced around the courtyard and noticed every man had his eyes plastered on his girlfriend's body as she swayed and rolled. It angered him. He was about to retrieve her when the song ended and another started. The guests clapped at the performance and some men began to whistle and call for an encore but Videl simply walked off the floor, her head held high. It was then that a big crowd flooded the dance floor and separated them. She walked back to where Vegeta stand.
"Bulma ever move for you like that?" she asked him, but he was silent.
"Videl!" Gohan called from a distance. She quickly turned around and assumed casual demeanor.
"Yes, Gohan?" she answered innocently.
"We need to talk...privately," he huffed, grabbing her hand as he marched her back to his car, "What the hell was that?" he chastised.
"What? Did my dancing shock you? Or was it the response I got because of it?" She questioned in a competitive tone.
"What's all this about, Videl? I want you to tell me," he pleaded as he placed his hands on her shoulders, which she quickly brushed away.
"Nothing, Gohan! Stop treating me like a freak!" she barked as she pushed his chest. "Maybe I'm just growing up! You should try it! Instead of that innocent crap you always pull!" she yelled. Gohan was surprised by her outburst, he wasn't expecting that, but lately she'd been surprising him a lot.
"Videl is there something you want from me? Is there something I can do?" he interrogated.
"Hmph! Too little, too late, Gohan. I'm sick of always being the one to take initiative, you're too timid. I'm a woman! I need a man!" she said in one breath.
"You're not a woman! You're only seventeen! What the hell do you want!?" he retorted as he grabbed her arm and pinned her against the car. She clenched her jaw as he stared her straight in the eye, "Huh? Tell me Videl. What is it? I'll do it," he stated as he loosened his grip. Videl shifted her gaze to the side as she couldn't look at him any longer.
"I don't want anything from you, Gohan," she answered. He growled in frustration.
"Get in the car," he commanded as he walked around to the drivers side. He seemed angry so Videl did not question him until she was inside. He began to drive, there was a long pause before either of them spoke.
"...Gohan?" she started, but he did not answer. His eyes pierced through the road ahead, "where are we going?" she questioned meekly.
"You'll see," he stated before it was silent again. When the car stopped, Videl saw that they were at his house.
"What are we doing here, Gohan?" she asked as she trailed after him to the front door. Once inside, Gohan grabbed her hand and led her to his bedroom, "Gohan?" she pleaded. He pulled her into a deep kiss and pushed her against the wall. When she made no objections to his actions he ran a hand over her thigh, pulling the dress up with it. It was then that she broke the kiss.
"Wait, wait...what are you doing?" she gasped as she backed away from him.
"Giving you what you want," he explained as he wrapped an arm around her hips, she squirmed underneath him.
"No! Stop!," she begged as she tried push his chest with her hands. He was right, she did want this, her whole essence was asking for it...but not from Gohan. Suddenly, tears began to stream down her face and she slowly slid down to the floor. Gohan was at a loss of words but eventually crouched to her level and began to rub her back.
"Don't touch me!" she hissed as she cried into her lap, "I don't deserve you," she confessed.
"What are you talking about Videl?" Gohan questioned out of confusion.
"I...I can't say...Gohan...can you please just take me home?" she sobbed as she raised her head and wiped away tears. She stood and headed for the door, not even bothering to put her shoes back on. Gohan silently followed and completed her requests.
"You sure you don't want to go back to Bulma's?" he asked in a defeated tone as they reached the mansion.
"Looking like this? No thank you," she said as she stepped out of the car. Before shutting the door, she bent down to say something to Gohan...anything. But there was nothing to say, he only stared at her for a couple of seconds before looking out his own window. She shut the door and walked to her step. When Videl entered the house, she was met by a maid.
"Videl! What happened? You look terrible..." she stated in a motherly nature.
"I'm going to sleep," and with that she was in her room, secluded from everyone.
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Gohan returned to the party and walked back to the crowd, his hands in his pockets.
"Hey Gohan! Where'd you go? Where's Videl?" Bulma asked as she greeted the young man.
"Eh...something came up, I had to take her home," he explained with his hand behind his head.
"It's a good thing too! Did you see the way she was dancing!?" Chichi exclaimed as she held her nose high in the air.
"I hate to say it, but I agree. She's too young to be acting such a way, and around all these men..." Bulma stated, uneasy at the thought.
"Hey I didn't have any complaints!" Yamcha laughed, receiving a death glare from Gohan.
"Can we please talk about something else?" Gohan muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. They all felt the tension and moved onto another subject.
Later that Night...
As Vegeta laid next to his wife, he couldn't help but think of what transpired that night. She was practically screaming for his attention. What Vegeta wondered was when he became so noble. Hell, if it were a few years back, he would've claimed Videl as his own as well as Bulma. Saiyajins on Vegetasei would have thought nothing of it, his own father had many mistresses. Videl was right, Bulma never danced like that for him, she never did any of those so-called wifely things...he hardly even spoke to her. He tried to convince himself that he didn't want to ravage Videl's body and feel her tightly wrapped around him, but it was no use, the young girl became plastered into his mind and he didn't know if he could hold himself back much longer...
"Damn that girl."
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Definitely expect more adult situations in the next chapter. Hope you liked it! R&R please.