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Feeling her change, I let my movements become a bit more uninhibited, slightly increasing the speed and force. We seemed to gradually merge into one; every deep thrust brought more intense stimulation, and every withdrawal was accompanied by an indescribable void and longing. In this small Express bedroom, on this not-so-wide single bed, we engaged in the most primitive and profound exchange of life.
We continued this for about twenty minutes; sweat had soaked our bodies and hair. I felt March 7th's body suddenly snap to its limit! She seemed unable to bear the accumulating pleasure any longer, burying her head deep in my chest, her teeth even lightly nipping my collarbone. Fine, hurried gasps escaped her throat; though mostly muffled by my body, the ultimate joy within them was clear. Simultaneously, her internal walls began to contract and twist violently, tightly gripping me as if to drain me completely! Her hands holding me tightened even more, her nails nearly digging into my back!
I knew she had reached her limit—she was climaxing! Her intense reaction instantly ignited the energy I had been building up. I let out a low growl, hugged her violently shaking body, and used my last bit of strength to surge into her a few more times, discharging a large amount of hot semen deep into her warm, spasming womb!
After the release, a massive wave of exhaustion washed over me. I slowly withdrew from her still-tight and warm body. As I left, a mix of my hot essence, her sweet juices, and the symbolic, small spots of fresh red blood uncontrollably squeezed and flowed from her secret valley. Her stretched opening couldn't completely close for a while, its pink inner walls slightly flared, looking incredibly vivid under the light.
Both of us were exhausted, panting heavily. I rolled over to lie beside her, pulling her gently into my arms. We lay side by side on the messy bed, feeling each other's sweaty bodies and rapid heartbeats, quietly resting and savoring the somewhat clumsy but profound first experience; the intense lingering aura still filled the air.
March 7th's breathing gradually leveled out; she seemed to have recovered from the exhaustion and the shock. After a while, she moved slightly and turned over, her large, watery eyes looking at me, her face still flushed, but her gaze regaining some of its usual spirit. She looked at me, suddenly pouted, and said in a tone that was half-fearful and half-curious: "That... that was terrifying! Just now I thought I was going to die! So... so 'repaying' feels like this? It's... a pretty strange feeling..."
Looking at her—a mix of fear, curiosity, and innocent cuteness—a wave of indescribable tenderness surged in my heart. She had gathered the courage to come here out of gratitude, only to experience such pain and shock. I reached out, gently brushing aside her sweat-soaked pink bangs, then pressed her forehead gently against my chest, feeling her cool temperature, and said in a solemn tone I hadn't expected: "March, I'll take responsibility. From now on, you're my girlfriend."
To my surprise, this protective and determined statement was like a lit fuse. March 7th sprang up from my arms like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her face instantly turning so red it looked ready to burn. Her hands waved frantically in front of her as she stuttered incoherently: "Girl-girlfriend?! Who... who agreed to be your girlfriend?! I... I was just repaying you just now! Yes, repaying! That's what the book said! This... this lady didn't agree to anything!"
As she spoke in a panic, she scrambled to pick up her rabbit pajamas from the floor and threw them on haphazardly. Her movements were so rushed and flustered that she even put her pajama pants on backward, but she didn't care. Once her clothes were on, she didn't dare look at me again and bolted out the door like she was running for her life.
Thud. The door closed. I was left alone, sitting on the messy bed, staring at the closed door, the faint lingering scent of her, and... the ambiguous marks on the sheets. What... just happened?
In the days that followed, life seemed to return to its previous track. During the day, on the Express or on missions, March 7th and I were still that pair of battle partners and banter-trading best friends. She would still enthusiastically take photos with her camera and argue with me over trifles, as if that night had never happened.
However, at night, everything became different. Not every night, but there were a few times when I was about to rest or playing games, and my door would be knocked on extremely lightly. When I opened it, it was always the pink-haired girl in her cute pajamas, her cheeks flushed. She would dodge my gaze, her voice thin as a mosquito's but carrying an undeniable longing, and whisper awkwardly: "Um... Trailblazer... that experience last time... felt, felt pretty strange... this lady... wants to experience it again..."
Then, under my permitting gaze, she would slip into my room like a thief and close the door. What followed was another session of secret intimacy known only to the two of us, full of youthful passion. And so, March 7th and I maintained this strange relationship—partners by day, secret lovers by night—continuing our journey across the stars. This special bond became a sweet and somewhat absurd secret I kept in my heart.