Sumire : I am yours~

[3rd POV : Sumire]

He had brought home the girl, Marin Kitagawa.

Sumire did not know how to feel about it at first. She had thought she would be fine with it even if he slept with hundreds of other girls.

As long as he was happy, she had thought she would be happy.

But she was not. And after thinking about it for a while, she knew exactly why she was not fine with it.

Sumire would've been fine if he were to sleep around with other girls, sex was not the problem. But he was not doing that.

Instead he was loving another girl.

That was what had irked her so much. Not the sex but the loving part.

Yuito was loving another girl. Another woman who was not her.

That was not acceptable, Absolutely not acceptable.

It reminded her about the past. About how she was abandoned when 'he' found another girl.

She felt like Yuito was going to do the same thing to her again. She did not deserve to experience that again.

She did not want that to happen again.

She did not want history to repeat.

She will not experience that again

She had to do something.

She needed to make sure she was not left behind. She needed to make sure she was not abandoned.

Again.

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So she confronted him when he came home. But when he stood right infront of her, all was lost. She lost the war the moment he held her in his strong arms.

His presence changed everything.

Still, she talked to him about it. She expected a bit of exchange but he just said sorry.

Damnit.

When he was being so good like this, she couldn't help but be reminded how bad she was.

She was his mother. A woman who love and lust after her own son. She was broken long ago.

She could not marry him, she could not birth him a child and even her beauty which she was somewhat proud off will fade away.

She could do nothing a woman should be able to do for his man. She could offer him nothing,

From the moment he was born, he had done nothing but give her everything while she could not give anything back.

He fixed her. He gave her love. He gave her joy. He gave her a home. He gave her a family. He gave her redemption.

Yet here she was, corrupting him and trying to meddle with his relationships with other girls his age. With other girls who deserved him.

He was her's. She made him.

'He is mine.' some part of her mind said. A broken part of her. A crazy part of her.

Yes, indeed he was her's. But not all of him.

She did not deserve all of him.

So she grasped everything she could get. She grasped every tiny straws of him that she felt like she deserved and could obtain.

"But you also love me right?" She said.

"More than that girl?" She said.

Yuito said yes and that made her so very happy.

She would do anything to keep it that way. She decided that she was willing to risk it all and just love him.

She might be abandoned again. She might be broken again.

But she reckoned he had every right to do so. 

He found her. He fixed her.

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No, she did not deserve him. She accepted.

So she just gave herself. Everything she was, she hand it over to him. More than she already did.

Yuito was not her's.

She was Yuito's.

It was then that she decided everything she did, she would do it for him. She was not first in her heart anymore. Yuito was first.

Before, even though she loved Yuito more than anything else, she also loved herself and wanted her own happiness.

She would be willing to hurt Yuito if it meant she could have him all by herself. If it meant she could be happy.

But not anymore.

If Yuito wanted to love another woman and thinks he is happier with her, he should love that woman. Instead of thinking about how that would hurt her, she would do everything in her power help him get that girl.

She had not loved him more than her own self. But she did now.

Him first.

She loved him more than herself.

So even when she decided to have sex with him, she was determined to focus only on his pleasure. 

She even stopped acting meek and shy. She stopped acting normal and pure and instead used everything she had and learned to please him.

She did not even care about her image. Only his pleasure.

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But again, damnit! He was soo good in bed.

She couldn't do it. She yield at his touch.

Even at the end, when she was already exhausted and was about to pass out, he was still hard.

She couldn't satisfy him.

He really needs other girls didn't he? Her alone could never satisfy him.

"I am yours~" She had managed to tell him right before she passed out.

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