Prologue

This story is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, events, and incidents portrayed in this book are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, institutions, events, or locales is purely coincidental.

This novel may contain themes involving gender identity, discrimination, emotional conflict, and romantic relationships. It is written with the intention of telling a heartfelt story about love, self-discovery, acceptance, and personal growth.

This story features a transgender woman and a straight man in a slow-burn romance. The experiences and perspectives presented are fictional and created for storytelling purposes.

Reader discretion is advised for discussions of prejudice, family conflict, and emotional struggles. Thank you for giving these characters a chance to tell their story. May their journey remind you that love sees beyond labels, and that everyone deserves to be loved for who they truly are.

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“Hi, Sol!”

Natigilan ako sa paglalakad nang marinig ko ang malalim na boses na iyon. I made sure my two-inch heels clacked sharply against the concrete floor, adding a seductive sway to my hips while flipping my long hair dramatically. Ang bag ko, naka-hook sa right shoulder with practiced elegance.

The girls stared at me with pure hostility, habang ’yung mga lalaki naman, tinitingnan ako ng exact look na palagi kong hinahanap tuwing dumadaan ako—pure desire and lust. Yes, lust! Give me all your desires, boys!

Lumingon ako sa kaniya and caught him scanning my body from head to toe. Nakasandal siya sa mga lockers kasama ang mga kaibigan niyang nakatitig din sa akin at nakangisi.

I flashed him a smile that was equal parts sweet and sinful. Sinigurado kong mukha akong drop-dead gorgeous ngayon… as I do every single day, of course.

My neatly ironed blouse hugged my slim frame, accentuating my curves. My pleated blue-and-white skirt was visibly shorter than what the other girls wore here at British School Manila in Taguig. International school man ’to, I always find a way to break dress code boundaries para lang makuha ang atensyon ng lahat. I simply love bewitching them with my seductive face and hot body.

Isa siyang exchange student na unexpectedly, marunong at fluent mag-Tagalog. Honestly, I’m living my absolute best life here in the Philippines. I grew up in pure luxury—my family spends millions on a single vacation without blinking. My dad works abroad as a high-earning engineer in the States, habang si Mommy naman ay isang successful fashion designer with her own brand. My sisters and I model her clothing lines, though my brother prefers to stay out of the spotlight dahil ayaw niya ng public exposure. Couldn’t be me—I live for the attention!

For those who don’t know me yet, let me introduce myself.

I am Solana Sei Velasquez. A trans woman. Sixteen years old.

I started transitioning at the age of twelve. Yes, narinig niyo nang tama. I was immediately supported by a psychiatrist and an amazing endocrinologist early on. Full support din ang pamilya ko sa buong transition process ko. It helped that I have a lesbian aunt and a gay uncle on my mother’s side. As the youngest child of ridiculously good-looking parents, hindi na kataka-taka na ako ang lumabas na ganito kaganda. They literally made me to slay.

My main hobby? Joining pageants. Inimpluwensyahan ako ng uncle Ebby ko sa mundong ’to, at wala nang nagawa si Mommy para pigilan kaming dalawa. I’ll join any competition, pero madalas akong sumasali sa mga gay pageant para lang ipamukha sa lahat kung gaano ako kaganda at kaimposibleng tanggihan. I might not be a genius, pero hindi naman ako bobo. Ayaw ko lang talaga ng Question & Answer portion. Bakit ba kailangan pa niyon? Beauty pageant nga, ’di ba? You win with face and body, not a thesis defense. Duh!

More than anything, I crave the attention men give me. It makes me feel completely superior, lalo na kapag nag-uumpisa nang dumating ang mga papuri nila. Give me all those praises. Alam ko namang maganda at sexy ako, pero mas gusto ko pang naririnig. Can I help it? No! This is who I am. I was born to reign.

Call me names all you want; I don’t care. Inggit lang kayo dahil ganito ako kaganda, kasexy, at nage-enjoy sa buhay ko.

Instead of drooling over how handsome he looked, dahan-dahan akong lumapit sa kaniya. Kilala ko siya—senior siya at kakilala rin ng broody kong kapatid.

“Hi, Kuya Cenon!” I greeted in a soft, airy voice, looking up at him before darting a quick glance at his friends. They were all smirking, their predatory eyes drifting down to my smooth, bare thighs. Go ahead, look. Pero wala akong pakialam sa mga kaibigan niya; si Cenon ang gusto ko. He was one of the school’s star soccer players and insanely hot. I wanted him, and I knew for a fact na gusto rin niya ako.

I pointed at the water bottle in his hand, prompting his gaze to drop.

“Pwede… pa-inom? I’m kind of thirsty kasi, e…” I purred in a sultry tone.

Napalunok siya at mabilis na tumango bago inabot sa akin ang inumin niya. Kinuha ko ito at dahan-dahang uminom nang hindi binabasag ang eye contact naming dalawa. I watched his gaze drop to my long, porcelain neck habang lumalunok ako. Napalunok din siya nang malalim habang pinapanood ako.

Sadyang nagtira ako ng isang patak ng tubig na hahayaan kong pumatak sa gilid ng labi ko.

“Oops…” I murmured, dabbing it away dramatically with my lips slightly parted.

Napagtagis agad ang bagang niya, his dark blue eyes clouding with raw desire. How old was he again? Two years older than me? Ugh, perfect.

We stared at each other for a few tense seconds. Alam niyang trans ako, and by the way he was looking at me, obvious na hindi ’yon problema sa kaniya.

Bumagsak ang likod ko sa kutson nang simulan akong halikan ni Cenon—hungry and desperate. We had been making out in his car bago niya ako dinala rito sa condo niya.

His hands were already roving over my body habang ang mga kamay ko naman ay nakapulupot sa leeg niya, pulling him closer. Napa-gasp ako nang bigla niyang paluin ang pwet ko bago ’yon mabilis na ginawaran ng pisil, kasabay ng paghawak niya sa dibdib ko. Typical older guy—aggressive and impatient. Hmm.

Naagapan naming magkita agad pagkatapos ng klase para mag-hangout sa unit niya. Why not? Ilang buwan ko na rin siyang tinitignan. Handsome and totally my type. Honestly, kahit hindi sobrang gwapo ang isang lalaki, basta mabango at maganda ang katawan… Ugh, nakaka-turn on talaga!

Do I have a weird kink? Whatever.

“Oh, Cen…” I moaned as his hot, wet lips trailed down my throat. Napa-grunt siya habang binabakas ng dila niya ang sensitive skin sa collarbone ko.

“Fuck, Sol… you’re so fucking hot!”

I smirked against his skin. I know, Cenon. I know.

Ngayong single na ulit ako, wala na akong dahilan para pigilan ang sarili ko o makaramdam ng guilt.

Nakipag-break na ako sa ex kong si Mike. Sure, ayaw niyang tanggapin ang breakup, pero wala akong pakialam. LDR naman kami. He was borderline obsessed with me—na nagustuhan ko rin nung una. I want men chasing me, obsessing over me, desiring me. Pero ayoko na talaga sa kaniya. I ignored his calls, ghosted his texts, at nag-move on na ako. Duh!

“Suck my dick?” he whispered huskily against my ear.

Pinaikot ko ang dila ko sa ibabang labi ko at tumango nang nakatutukso. Napa-groan siya sa reaksyon ko. Inabot niya ang kamay ko, pero tinapik ko ito at itinulak siya pabalik sa kama. Umupo ako at mabilis na inalis ang buckle ng sinturon niya, pulling down his slacks along with his white briefs. Hmm, no boxers today?

Inihagis ko ang belt niya sa gilid, casually looking up as his eyes darkened with pure lust. Iniarko ko ang likod ko habang kinakagatan ang labi para ibigay sa kaniya ang pinakamagandang ekspresyon ko.

Habang ibinababa ko ang underwear niya, his rigid length sprang free, brushing against my cheek. Iba talaga kapag may foreign blood.

Hinawakan ko siya at dahan-dahang itinapat sa labi ko, eliciting a quiet groan from him.

Without hesitation, isinubo ko siya. The familiar salty taste hit my tongue. This is how it should be. Ayaw na ayaw ko sa mga lalaking hinuhugasan pa ang natural scent nila just to seem clean—mas masarap kaya ’yong raw at natural na lasa. Ugh.

I took him deeper until my eyes watered. Napa-subsob ang malalaking kamay niya sa likod ng ulo ko, guiding my rhythm habang umuungol siya nang mahina. It was music to my ears. I absolute love pleasuring men.

Matagal ko nang alam na gustong-gusto niya akong makatabi sa kama. Ilang beses ko na siyang nahuling nakatitig sa akin sa hallway. Bakit kasi hindi na lang siya naging straightforward mula pa nung una? Duh!

Hindi man lang siya tumagal ng limang minuto. Halatang nagugutom siya sa akin.

Nilunok ko ang lahat habang nakatitig sa mga mata niya. I kissed the tip of his length with my plump lips, dahan-dahang dinidilaan ang natitirang basa sa gilid ng labi ko.

His blue eyes darkened even further at the shameless display.

“Fuck, Sol! You made me cum so fast! Damn!” mura niya nang mahina habang ginugulo ang buhok ko.

“Your cum tastes so sweet!” I giggled.

He smirked handsomely. Whatever—tapos na rin naman ako sa kaniya. Natikman ko na siya.

“I’m not done…” he growled, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me back onto the mattress before parting my legs.

“Condom…” paalala ko sa kaniya habang tumatawa nung mabilis siyang bumangon para kukunin ang bag niya.

Kinaumagahan, mabilis akong umupo sa tabi ng best friend kong si Domi. Agad namang tumaas ang kilay niya sa akin, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

“Amoy na amoy kita, Sol! Seriously? Ang aga pa, ha!” biro niya habang chine-check ang on-fleek eyebrows niya sa compact mirror.

Hindi ko talaga maitatago sa kaniya ang kahit ano, kahit pa naglinis na ako nang maigi sa washroom bago pumasok sa classroom.

After that steamy night with Cenon, naging casual partners kami, pero mabilis din akong nabored sa kaniya. Masyado siyang naging possessive at controlling—parang si Mike lang. Nakakapang-gigil! It felt so suffocating.

“What? Pampagana lang sa araw ng boyfriend ko. Duh!” I rolled my eyes, chewing my gum rhythmically nung mapansin kong nakatingin sa akin si Yuki at ang mga kaibigan niya mula sa kabilang dulo ng silid.

Hinaltak ni Domi ang isang guhit ng buhok ko, forcing me to turn back to him in irritation.

“That’s enough, Sol! Nakaka-ilang boyfriend ka na this month? Don’t forget na fresh pa rin ’yong issue mo!” mabilis niyang bulong sa akin sa seryosong tono.

I froze for a split second.

“Ano, target mo si Yuki ngayon? Don’t forget na may boyfriend ka pa—”

“Ang dami mong napupuna! Ang aga-aga pa!” bawi ko sa kaniya, glaring at him before glancing back toward Yuki.

I rolled my eyes again and leaned back in my chair, crossing my smooth, pale legs. “Is it my fault na ako ’yong huling kausap ni Kuya Peter bago sila mag-break ng girlfriend niya, Dom? Duh! I was just being courteous and—”

Domi clicked his tongue, cutting me off. “Malamang! Bobita ka! Sinadya mo naman talaga ’yon. You knew he liked you even though he was in a relationship. At isa pa, may boyfriend ka pa—”

Bakit ba palagi nilang sa akin isinisisi kapag naghihiwalay ang mga magkakasintahan? I’m just a naturally friendly person and I happen to love texting! What’s the big deal? Tsaka, kaibigan lang naman ni Ate Scarlett si Kuya Peter. Masyado lang silang gumagawa ng issue out of nothing.

I guess that’s the price you pay for being pretty and hot—drama follows you everywhere. Duh. Hahayaan ko lang silang magsalita. I don’t care enough to address it, and I’ll stay completely unbothered. Manigas sila sa galit. Magiging friendly pa rin ako.

“Can you stop saying Mike is still my boyfriend? I broke up with him a year ago!”

Domi shook his head in disbelief. “Pumayag ba? Hindi, ’di ba? Seriously, bakit mo pa jinowa si Mike kung hindi ka naman pala titino—”

“Look, minahal ko naman si Mike, Dom. Things between us just didn’t work out, so—”

“Talaga ba? You just used him for your sexual kinks, Sol. I know you.”

I bit my lower lip, my eyes dilating as memories of my ex flooded back. “I kinda miss his brown cock, though—”

Agad na tinakpan ni Domi ang bibig ko, making me giggle habang tinatabig ko ang kamay niya. Bakla talaga ’to!

“Gaga ka! Gosh! I can’t believe you lost your virginity at fourteen! Napaka mo, Sol,” he grimaced.

Napa-isip ako nang kaunti. Bata pa nga ako nung time na ’yon, pero ano naman? I just wanted to experience it. At sa mas matandang lalaki pa ako nawalan. Matagal ko nang gustong-gusto ang mga mas matatandang lalaki! Ugh!

Nakahawak ako sa balikat ni Yuki habang itinutulak niya ang sarili niya sa akin sa backseat ng kotse niya, habang nakaparada kami sa isang abandonadong kalsada sa subdivision. Ewan ko kung paano niya nahanap ang lugar na ’to, pero halatang alam niya ang ginagawa niya.

“Tangina, Sol… ang sikip mo… paano ’yong boyfriend mo?” he groaned.

Hinaltak ko ang leeg niya pababa, pulling him into a wild, breathless kiss. Yuki was half-Japanese and drop-dead gorgeous—chinky eyes, fair skin, and naturally red lips. Ugh!

“Shush! He’s not my boyfriend anymore, okay? Take off the condom, please?” I whispered pleadingly.

Sumunod naman siya agad. Gusto ko siyang maramdaman nang walang harang. He pulled out, peeled off the latex, and plunged right back in, kissing my neck aggressively.

“Really? He’s… not? Then why is he…” His words were fractured by his uneven thrusts.

I rolled my eyes mentally. Hindi na lang ba siya pwedeng tumahimik at galawin na lang ako?

Tapos na rin naman ang sa amin ni Cenon kahapon pa. I blocked his number, ignored his calls, at inalis sa lahat ng social media accounts ko. Tinatanong pa nga ako ng kapatid ko kanina tungkol doon. So nosy!

Matagal ko nang alam na nagnanasa sa akin si Yuki. Now that he and his girlfriend were officially over, pwede na naming gawin ’to. Finally!

Bumaba ang labi niya sa dibdib ko, paying attention to my sensitive peaks. Hindi ko man lang hinubad ang uniform ko; itinaas niya lang ang bra ko. A quickie before he dropped me home. A-cup lang ang dibdib ko, pero lahat ng lalaking nakakasama ko, nanggigigil dito. Duh!

“I’m about to cum…” he panted against my skin.

I nodded, my manicured nails digging into his shoulders as I bit my lower lip.

“Cum inside me, Yuki…” I whispered shamelessly.

I felt him swell inside before he drove his hips forward with full force, letting out a loud growl as he released deep inside.

“Fuck!” he yelled.

I let out a sharp gasp—a mixture of intense pain and absolute pleasure. Definitely one of the best experiences yet.

Yuki and I never officially dated, pero nagkikita pa rin kami nang patago. It was a convenient setup, pero nagsisimula na rin akong mabore sa kaniya. Paulit-ulit at nakakaantok na ang dirty talk niya. Ugh.

“Sol—”

“What the hell are you doing here, Mike?!” I yanked my arm away from his grip at mabilis na humarap sa kaniya.

Pula ang mga mata niya dahil sa pag-iyak, pero malinaw kong sinabi sa kaniya na wala na kami. Acting like a psycho! God!

Sinuntok niya lang naman ang lalaking kahalikan ko sa loob ng bookstore-cafe, creating a massive scene!

“Sol—”

I raised my hand and delivered a sharp slap across his cheek. Pinagtinginan kami ng mga tao sa paligid, pero wala akong pakialam. He’s unhinged and obsessed! Ano bang hindi niya maintindihan doon? Isang taon na kaming wala! Hindi na nga kami nag-uusap sa loob ng isang taon!

Kumirot ang palad ko sa lakas ng sampal ko. Napalingon ang mukha ni Mike sa gilid, his lips trembling as quiet tears escaped his eyes. Mabilis ang paghinga ko habang nakatitig sa kaniya.

“We are already done, Mike! Ipinahiya mo lang ako! Ano bang pumasok d’yan sa kokote mo, ha?!” I yelled, trying to regain my composure.

Humarap ulit siya sa akin, a single tear running down his cheek before he closed his eyes tightly and stood up straight. Kumuha siya ng malalim na hininga habang nakakuyom ang mga kamay. Nung idilat niya ang mga mata niya, puno ng pagod ang tingin niya sa akin.

“You really want to stop—”

I rolled my eyes, my jaw clenching. “Stop? Mike, isang taon na! Hindi kita maintindihan—nakipaghiwalay na ako sa ’yo pero heto ka, habol nang habol na parang tanga!”

Mabilis ko siyang tinalikuran. Kahit naririnig ko pa ang panginginig ng boses niya habang tinatawag ang pangalan ko, hindi na ako lumingon kahit kailan.

God! Napakakahiya…

Pagkauwi na pagkauwi ko sa bahay, agad akong nag-vent sa mga kaibigan ko sa video call.

“Kawawa naman si Mike—”

“I don’t want to hear his name ever again!” I shouted, causing Anari to roll her eyes at her camera habang nag-aapply ng makeup. Domi let out a heavy sigh, at pinandilatan ko silang dalawa.

“You didn’t have to leave him that way, Sol—”

“Pinahiya niya ako, Domi! I don’t know why that freak keeps chasing me! We’ve been broken up for a year—”

Domi rolled his eyes at me. “Then why didn’t you just talk to him in—”

I groaned. Ayaw nilang makuha ang point ko, kaya ibinaba ko ang tawag, bumangon sa kama, at kinuha ang tuwalya ko.

Pumasok ako sa banyo para maligo. Naaalala ko pa lang ang paghawak sa akin ni Mike, naiirita na ako—may lakas pa talaga siya ng loob na halikan ako pagkatapos akong hilahin palabas ng shop na ’yon! Masyadong nakakainis!

Ayoko na siyang makita kailanman! Pinagsisisihan kong ginawa ko siyang unang boyfriend. Hindi ko akalaing magiging ganito siya kabaliw. Akala ko ba ginagamit niya lang ako para sa katawan ko?—which I was completely fine with as a trade-off!

Napa-roll eyes na lang ako habang lumulubog sa mabango at mainit na bubble bath. Inabot ko ang phone ko at binuksan ang messages.

To Yuki: Pick me up this afternoon. Let’s fuck.

Binigyan ko siya ng huling pagkakataon. Matagal na siyang nagmamakaawa sa akin dahil hindi kami nakakapag-hookup kamakailan dahil sa schoolworks. Tsaka, naputol din naman ang pakikipag-usap ko kay Peter dahil sa eksena ni Mike!

Napabuntong-hininga na lang ako habang pumasok ang reply ni Yuki na maghahanda na raw siya agad. Good. I needed him. Kailangan ko ng distraction ngayon.

Pero ito na talaga ang huling beses. Nagsasawa na rin naman ako sa paulit-ulit niyang linya. Ugh!

“I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy,” kanta ko habang nagko-contour ng cheekbones. Duh! Isinulat talaga ang kantang ’to para sa akin.

It perfectly embodies the personality of the one and only bad bitch in this household: Solana Sei Velasquez.

“Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty,”

“When I’m out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy,”

“Can’t change the way I am: sexy, naughty, bitchy me,”

Iconic. Tata Young is a total queen for dropping this track. Feeling ko personal anthem ’to na ginawa para sa mga katulad kong sexy, naughty, and bitchy.

I can’t change who I am! I am Solana Sei Velasquez, the ultimate bad bitch.

“There!” I announced, finishing up my makeup look. Kinuha ko ang favorite La Mer lip gloss ko—hindi ko na mabilang kung ilang layer na ang nailagay ko ngayong araw, pero wala akong pakialam. Maganda naman tignan sa plump at full lips ko.

I puckered my lips in the mirror, humming along habang maingat na inilalagay ang faux lashes sa lash line ko.

I’m the kind of girl that girls don’t like. I’m the kind that boys fantasize.

I’m the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you’d turn out to be like…

I might seem unapproachable, pero para lang ’yon sa mga lalaking hindi marunong humawak ng katulad ko. Men are always intimidated when a girl is completely confident in her sexuality.

I’m a 180 to the stereotype: girls like staying home and being innocent.

I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy. Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty. When I’m out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy. Can’t change the way I am: sexy, naughty, bitchy me.

My mouth never takes a holiday. I always shock with the things I say.

I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class ’bout an hour late.

And when it comes to the guys, I’d lay. I’d always pick the ones who won’t figure out that I was clearly a rebel…

Napakaganda talaga ng vibes ng kantang ’to!

Sinasabi ng iba na para lang daw sa mga bitch ang kantang ’to—and honestly, some girls are bitches, like me. Duh. Ang karamihan sa mga babae, nagiging masungit lang dahil may kulang sa kanila—a stable family, body confidence, self-esteem—o kaya gusto lang talaga nilang maging masama. But that’s not me.

Do I look mean? Insecure? Jealous? Low self-esteem? Body issues? The answer is a resounding NO!

Tanggap ko namang hindi ko mapipilit ang lahat na magustuhan ang personalidad ko, no matter how magnetic I am. Kung hindi mo kayang sabayan ang energy ko, acting innocent and fake-cute won’t fix it anyway. Ew.

“Fuck, Yuki…” I gasped softly nang bigla niya akong hilahin sa isang bakanteng classroom.

Junior’s Night ngayon, at nagkasundo kaming magkita sa third floor para panoodin ang tao sa ibaba. Pero syempre, hindi naman ’yon ang totoong dahilan kung bakit kami umakyat dito malayo sa lahat.

Palusot lang ’yon!

I was wearing a beige puff-sleeve dress na kumakapit nang maigi sa hourglass figure ko. Inayos ko nang maigi ang dibdib ko para lumabas ang cleavage, paired with five-inch heels para madagdagan ang taas ko. Kung wala kasing heels, mukha akong mataba sa halip na sleek and slender. Duh!

I wrapped my arms around his neck habang sunod-sunod ang halik niya sa leeg ko. Yes! I love this. Hayaan mo siyang mag-iwan ng hickeys sa balikat at leeg ko!

Excited na rin naman akong maka-graduate… well, sa junior high school! Dahil sa susunod na school year, senior high students na kami, I was officially dropping out of junior high. Duh!

“Yuki, ano ba…” I giggled as he pressed his hips firmly against my abdomen.

“What? I want to fuck you so hard right now,” he mumbled raspily against my skin, his hands sliding down my legs and slipping underneath my dress.

Napa-singhap ako nang maramdaman ko ang mabilis niyang pagpisil sa puwet ko.

“Yuki Tanaka, calm down!” I ran my fingers through his curly hair, tilting my head back as he showered my neck with heated kisses.

“I miss you…” His husky voice sent shivers straight down my spine. Hmm…

“Just fuck me already, will you?” reklamo ko nang mahina habang nararamdaman ang matigas na bahagi niya sa akin.

“Ugh, Yuki… right there,” I commanded, digging my manicured nails into his broad shoulders as he finally pushed inside me.

Napasinghap ako habang ang likod ko ay dahan-dahang umaarko, against the cold surface of the professor’s desk. The contrast between the cold wood and the burning heat of his body was absolute perfection. He groaned loudly, his hands gripping my waist tight enough to leave faint marks.

“God, Sol… you feel so damn good,” he panted, his thrusts starting slow before quickly building into a frantic, desperate rhythm.

I smirked, running my hands through his messy curls. Of course I do. I always make sure these men lose their minds whenever they’re with me. I wrapped my long, smooth legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He cursed in Japanese—something I didn’t fully understand pero sobrang sexy pakinggan—and buried his face in my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and stinging bites.

Napakasarap ng ginagawa niya, I have to admit. He had stamina, at alam na alam niya kung paano ako tatamaan sa tamang pwesto.

Pero just as we were nearing the peak, bigla siyang bumagal. He looked up at me, his chinky eyes dark and filled with something that made me instantly want to roll my eyes. Oh no. Don’t do it, Yuki. Don’t ruin this moment.

“Sol…” he whispered huskily, his thumbs caressing my hips. “Let’s stop sneaking around. Be my girlfriend. Seryoso ako sa ’yo.”

Biglang nawala ang mood ko. Like, seriously? Ngayon pa talaga niya naisipang mag-confess? While he’s literally inside me?

“Hm… fuck me more…” I dismissed his confession instantly, leaning forward to trap his lips in a hard, demanding kiss to shut him up.

Ayaw kong pag-usapan ’yan ngayon. Ayaw kong sirain niya ang excitement na nararamdaman ko nang dahil lang sa bigla siyang naging emosyonal. I hooked my legs tighter around his waist, pulling his hips back against mine to force him to move.

“Sol, seryoso ako—” he tried to murmur against my mouth.

“I said move, Yuki,” I purred into his ear, biting his lobe just hard enough to make him gasp.

He groaned, a sound laced with pure frustration and helplessness, before thrusting back into me with double the force. The sharp and delicious sensation shot straight up my spine, making me throw my head back as loud moans echoed off the concrete walls of the empty classroom.

That’s more like it. Don’t ruin a good time with feelings.

When he finally hit the peak, he collapsed against my neck, his heavy body slick with sweat as his ragged breathing filled the quiet room. I stroked his hair lazily for a few seconds—just enough to give him the illusion of tenderness—before lightly tapping his broad shoulder.

“Okay, tapos na. Get off me na,” I casually said.

Yuki lifted his head, staring down at me with dark, conflicted eyes. “Solana… ’yong tinanong ko kanina—”

“I heard you, Yuki,” I interrupted, gently pushing him off me so I could sit up on top of the professor’s desk. “At pinalampas ko lang ’yon kasi masarap ang ginagawa mo. But if you’re going to push that ‘be my girlfriend’ drama, then this is officially the last time we’re doing this.”

“So gano’n na lang ’yon? Ginamit mo lang talaga ako?”

I rolled my eyes, sliding off the desk and letting my five-inch heels hit the floor with a loud clack.

“Ginamit? Hello! You enjoyed it just as much as I did! Naki-benefit ka rin naman, ’di ba?” I smoothed down my beige puff-sleeve dress with practiced precision, making sure not a single crease was out of place. “I told you from the very beginning—no strings attached. Kapag nahulog ka na, nakaka-turn off na. So please, don’t make this awkward.”

“Broke up with my girlfriend for this…”

Huh?! Fuck him!

“And that was your choice, sweetie,” I gave him a fake, glossy smile as I grabbed my designer clutch. “I didn’t ask you to do that. Don’t shift the blame to me just because you caught feelings. Duh!”

I am Solana Sei Velasquez. A sexy, naughty, bitchy girl living in her fantasy, and no one—as in no one—can stop me from enjoying my life!