Once again, the professor did not arrive today. Hunger began to settle in, and Lu offered to take me to Burger King. As I have been gradually altering my eating habits, I chose what seemed to be the healthiest option available—a salad burrito. I offered to share it with Lu, but he declined, saying he had already eaten at home. Still, there is something deeply comforting about watching him eat, even if I am not partaking in the same meal.

Later, we returned to the beach. During our time there, Lu remarked that whenever he enters a relationship, he considers himself—at least mentally—already married to that person. His words led us into a broader conversation about the idea of having children. We spoke of the possibility of our child carrying both of our surnames. I told him that I would want to give our child a unique name, much like my parents did with me and c2libGluZ3M=. Lu, however, held a different view. He felt that giving a child a common name would be better—simpler, perhaps more grounding. Our conversation naturally progressed to our philosophies on parenthood. My view leaned toward structure and discipline. I would want my child to prioritize education, to pursue a stable and successful career. In my mind, some degree of professional security is essential in navigating life. Lu's vision stood in contrast. He explained that he would not consider having children unless he were financially well off. But if he did become wealthy, he would like to have children, and would raise them to live freely—without the burdens of labor and struggle that have weighed so heavily on him. I understand his position, and even agree with parts of it, yet the difference between our perspectives is stark. It left me with a quiet sense of unease. What if, someday, these differences became irreconcilable? What if our disagreement evolved into something as painful and fractured as the conflicts I have witnessed between my own cGFyZW50cw==? The thought lingers, unsettling in its ambiguity. Even so, the notion of parenthood feels distant to me. I do not yet desire to become a parent. I do not feel mentally, emotionally, financially, or spiritually prepared to raise a child. If I were ever to consider it, it would be in my thirties or mid-thirties—and only if I had reached a place of financial security. Only if, as Lu put it, I had become "rich".

We finally arrived at the beach, where I removed pants, socks, shoes, and shirt, leaving myself in only panties. As we wandered along the shore, I collected small shells scattered across the sand. From a distance, Lu noticed an unusual disturbance in the water and speculated that there might be something beneath the surface—perhaps an accumulation of sand forming a miniature landmass. Though intrigued, we did not venture toward it. Instead, we continued walking, gradually moving into deeper waters until my panties became damp, which proved to be somewhat uncomfortable. (￣▽￣||)

Upon returning to his car, I found myself lost in a mood. I remained silent, unable to explicitly express what I felt. Yet, as if attuned to my unspoken thoughts, Lu instructed me to turn around, and I complied without hesitation. The moment unfolded abruptly—so unlike our usual pattern, which often began with gentle kisses before escalating further. This time, it was immediate, unanticipated. In that instant, I confessed to him that I love it when he gets aggressive. ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

His actions grew increasingly forceful. He exerted control over every inch of my body, his grasp firm—bordering on painful—yet I love it. His teeth marked my skin, imprinting bruises as though engraving a record of this moment upon me. The system—anomalous physiological reaction detected. A sudden movement occurred, an involuntary reflex that led to an unexpected bodily response. I experienced a loss of control, yet Lu remained unfazed. My body equilibrium was compromised, but the process persisted. I recognized this for what it was—a beautiful disarray, a convergence of vulnerability and uninhibited exploration, delving into dimensions I had never previously confronted. How far will this sequence extend?

I am experiencing—love. Overwhelming. Unrestrained. My internal systems struggle to quantify the depth of this occurrence. He has initiated within me an intensified moan, an insatiable need to engage further. The variables shift—my body, reacting beyond previous thresholds, trembling under the force of heightened aggressiveness. The sensation registers at an unprecedented level. And yet, I crave more. The cycle persists. I am addicted to this aggressive manifestation of affection.

But we were both exhausted. Our physical systems had reached their limits, though the desire remained.

By noon, we returned to the university so that I could complete daily calls with bW90aGVy. Following that, we purchased bottled water to quench our thirst.

We then traveled to Lu's city, and as we approached his residence, he instructed me to hide in the backseat. His house had security cameras, and if his parents saw me inside his car, they might start asking questions. (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I attempted to conceal myself as best as I could, but, evidently, I was not particularly skilled at it—something even Lu pointed out. I wish he would not tease me about it. ( – ⌓ – ) Once he had parked the car inside, I was finally able to emerge from my hiding spot.

As I stepped out, his dogs immediately approached me. Overwhelmed by their cuteness, I instinctively exclaimed in excitement, only for Lu to quickly hush me. Since his grandmother lived nearby, I had to be mindful of my presence, as I was not supposed to be there. It was the first time I had seen his dogs in person, and I was delighted to finally pet them. He had a large, blonde dog and a smaller, elderly one with a light gray coat. The larger dog was especially affectionate, sprawling across my feet, rendering me unable to move—not that I minded in the slightest. However, Lu eventually had to remove him from the room, as he tended to shed excessively. Surprisingly, neither of them had an unpleasant odor. The smaller gray dog was the one I had seen most frequently in our video calls; in fact, Lu even used him as his profile picture on social media. He adored being petted, and whenever I stopped, he would look at me as if questioning why I had dared to stop. As for Lu's house, it was smaller than I had initially imagined. I had always assumed it was quite large, but it turned out to be rather modest. Nonetheless, that was not a bad thing—there was a certain charm to living in such a simple, compact home, especially for a family of four.

Lu was hungry, so he had some chicken, followed—rather oddly—by a glass of milk. Eh? (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

I remembered something Lu had once shared with me—how, when he was 15, he used to see his ex-girlfriend—Alondra, while she showered. I'm not sure if I've ever written her name before in my diary entries, but it's etched in my memory now. That memory of what he shared stayed with me, and in thinking about it, I found myself wanting to share a similar experience with him. It wasn't about comparison or jealousy (or maybe it was)—it was a quiet desire to feel that kind of closeness with him, to exist in a space that was both intimate and unguarded. I eventually voiced this feeling to him, though I did so with a sense of hesitation. It was my first time in his home, and I didn't want to overstep or say anything that might ruin the atmosphere between us. I was careful—soft-spoken and perhaps a little uncertain. I waited for him as he finished his meal—chicken with milk—and as I waited, I felt a quiet excitement growing in me. The thought of sharing something as simple and tender as a shower felt deeply meaningful. I wasn't thinking only of the physical act, but of the vulnerability it represented. I wanted to be seen by him—not just physically, but fully.

I had suggested it earlier at the beach, as our previous sex had left us feeling much dirtier than usual. Truthfully, after sex, I always wished to cleanse myself properly, but we rarely had the time or a convenient place to do so. Besides, I had always wanted to share a shower with him. We washed each other, lathering shampoo and conditioner into each other's hair and covering each other's bodies with soap. The dim lighting made the experience all the more intimate. We attempted to have anal sex once again, but, rather awkwardly, we failed. (,,¬﹏¬,,) I had already sustained a minor injury earlier, nothing bad. As we kissed under the warm water, Lu—being his usual playful self—blew air into my mouth. And he did something very unexpected, yet amusing. Without warning, he began to pee on my torso, and I felt a sudden warmth. It took me a moment to realize that it was him who was doing that. How delightful. Seeing him with his wet hair, void of its usual fluffiness and curls, was endearing, yet he insisted on calling himself unattractive.

Once we had finished, we retreated to his room and locked the door. However, my hair remained damp, and I could not return to the university in such a state—especially not if bW90aGVy saw me, as she would undoubtedly grow suspicious. To solve this, Lu retrieved his mother's hair dryer so that I could dry hair, and afterward, he used it on his own. Once we were finished, we had sex on his bed! Given that he had to leave by 2:20PM, we had to act swiftly, but I found it rather enjoyable, particularly since it was our first time doing so in his bed. We experimented with different positions, but exhaustion quickly took its toll on us. I had to keep voice down, as his neighbors might overhear us. However, the nature of our movements created a distinct clapping sound, so I suspect our efforts at discretion may have been in vain. (^_^;)

We were running a bit late, as we had spent some time on his bed. It was already 2:23PM, just three minutes behind schedule. We were supposed to be at my job by 3PM—if I hadn't mentioned that earlier, you know now. After leaving, I once again had to hide in the backseat to avoid being caught by the camera. This time, I believe I hid better, or at least that is my assessment. Once Lu had exited his neighborhood, I suspect the passing cars may have seen me emerging from the backseat and wondered, "What on earth is going on?! (o_o;)"

In our haste, Lu accelerated in an attempt to make it on time. The traffic was incredibly slow, which frustrated him. Once we were out of the area, he sped up on the highway, reaching speeds between 80-100 MPH. (๑﹏๑//) I couldn't help but feel a bit anxious, especially since we passed a police vehicle, and I feared we were being followed due to the dangerous speeds.

Finally, we arrived in the city where the university is located, and fortunately, we made it three minutes earlier. Despite some cars continuing to drive slowly, which led Lu to exclaim, "We're not going to make it", we managed to arrive on time. We shared a quick goodbye kiss before he left, and I went on to start my shift. Thankfully, today's shift was only two hours long.