#18

  “Here, use this and have fun,”

  When we arrived, Sarah suddenly took out a few dozen bills and gave them to me.

  Although I doubt, I will need to spend money since I will be spending time and having fun inside Rodrigo’s house, it doesn’t hurt to have more money in hand just in case.

  “I’ll be going now,” I said, kissing her cheeks.

  However, she turned her head, unaware, and my kiss nded on her lips. I saw her eyes widen in surprise before her lips curled into a smile, and she grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me deeply.

  Our kiss sted for a few minutes before I thought it was long enough and pulled back.

  “Thanks, sis,” I said.

  As I stepped out of the car, the sun was bright and warm, and the sound of city life buzzed around me.

  "I'll pick you up at 5, so behave, okay?"

  Sarah said.

  “Alright, take care on your way back home.”

  “Will do~” she smiled and waved her hand goodbye.

  I watched as the car roared and drove away, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. I took a deep breath and began to walk down the street, my legs moving subconsciously as I followed the blurry memory in my head.

  Rodrigo's house was just down the street, and as I approached, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach.

  I had always been in awe of his family's sprawling white structure, wraparound porch, and inviting pool that glinted in the sunlight. A gentle breeze ruffled the surface of the water, and I could almost hear the sound of ughter and spshing as I drew closer.

  When I arrived at the gate of their house, I immediately saw Rodrigo waiting for me.

  He was leaning against the fence, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

  Immediately, I frowned.

  Rodrigo was wearing a crop top, baring his taut abdomen. Although he was not overly muscur, he had a big body and tall height. His skin was tanned, and his hair was styled messily. To make things worse, he was wearing a bck, cy skirt and high-knee socks that looked weirdly uncomfortable on him.

  This should have been the typical clothing style for men in this strange world where the roles of men and women are switched in terms of clothing, makeup, and other traditionally feminine clothing. But… although I understand that this was just the way things were in this world, I still had difficulty getting used to it.

  Of course, simir to my previous world, men usually wore pants and jeans. Shorts, well, sometimes. But there are a few men who like wearing skirts. It’s not because of their strange sexuality; it’s just how men try to look good in this world.

  Showing their muscur legs or taut and ripped abdomen is one important thing to attract a mate… or a lover. It’s probably simir to how girls wore crop tops to show their bodies or to look sexy. In this world, men do the same... with skirts and sleeveless.

  Rodrigo has a good face but is not overly handsome. Most of all, even if he does wear a wig, his looks can never pass as a woman- so this style was completely beyond outrageous. However, Rodrigo didn’t share the same opinion.

  He was walking with grace and confidence, overflowing, that he looked as if he was cat walking on the road. If he wore high heels, I might think he lost it.

  "You came!" he excimed, pulling me into a bear hug before I could respond.

  I stumbled for a moment, taken aback by his sudden embrace. But I quickly regained my composure and returned the hug, realizing that this guy was my friend despite his weird style. And he’s not gay.

  "I wasn't sure you were going to come, love."

  I shrugged, trying to py it cool.

  "I said I would, didn't I?"

  As we pulled away from the hug, Rodrigo looked at me excitedly.

  “Yeah… I'm so gd you're here. Now, that’s my little darling~"

  I swat his hand that tried to stroke my face.

  “Don’t do that again.” I gred.

  Rodrigo was amused and didn’t take my rejection to heart.

  “Fierce.” he grinned. “Did something happen? I see that you’re not in a good mood.”

  “No…I’m, well, I’m just not in the mood.”

  I thought about what to say but realized I had nothing to say.

  It’s not like I can just be honest and tell him that he is acting weird and gay for me. And though I have nothing against being gay, it’s just seeing a muscur man acting like this kind of throws me off. It’s uncomfortable.

  Rodrigo didn’t think too deeply about it and said, “Okay then. It’s good that you’re here, darling. Although I don’t know what’s eating you, you can unwind here. We have a lot of food and drinks and can have fun with the others. So, come on now, let's go inside. Everyone’s waiting~."

  I let out a sigh and nod.

  I followed him up the driveway and through the front door.

  Rodrigo was about to open it when suddenly, the door swung open, and a beautiful girl appeared.

  “Rodrigo!”

  “Hi, dear~”

  The young woman greeted Rodrigo in excitement and immediately wrapped her arms around the man, bringing her lips to his, and the two shared an intense kiss.

  “Get a room, please,” I grunted while rolling my eyes.

  The young girl finally registered my existence and turned to me.

  When she saw me, she blushed- yeah, she did.

  When I saw her, I damn near blushed as well.

  The tiny bits of material that this girl was wearing, connected with strings delicate enough to be dental floss, did not, in my opinion, rate as a bikini. Although she didn’t have a glorious chest, quite a handful still protruding proudly on her chest. But she might as well be naked with those things.

  She was beautiful with that chestnut brown skin and her big brown eyes. Ever since we’d first met, I always thought that they looked like cat's eyes.

  “Alvin! I’m so gd you came!” Donna broke free from Rodrigo’s arms and suddenly squealed when she saw me. Then, against all my expectations, she leaps into my arms and kisses me on the lips.

  My eyes widened in shock, and I gnced in Rodrigo’s direction, only to see him looking at us warmly.

  Could this be normal?

  Well, who cares?

  I wrapped my arms around her waist and saw Donna’s eyes widen slightly when I started to respond, kissing her back. But the shock was only momentarily before I felt her hand cupping the back of my head, deepening the kiss. We would have continued kissing if not for Rodrigo stopping it.

  “Jeez, Donna, quit teasing him. You know Alvin’s not used to women,” he said with a wry smile.

  Well, not used to is just a way for him to be considerate, knowing my former aversion to women. However, why was he so calm when he saw me making out with her girlfriend?

  I could not see any hint of annoyance or aversion in his eyes.

  “Sorry about that. You know Donna can be so touchy freely.” Rodrigo said with a wry smile.

  I look at him with a bit of surprise—he doesn’t look angry even though I just shared a very hot kiss with his girlfriend right in front of him. If it was me, I would have punched the living daylights out of the man.

  Sheesh. I could not understand this world—the more I thought I understood it, the more I discovered how strange it really is.

  I shrugged and said, “It’s fine. No worries,” acting unbothered.

  I turned my gaze to Donna, who, as expected, was looking at me with a heated gaze; her breath was faster than usual. I could see surprise, doubt, suspicion, and even a little bit of excitement in her eyes.

  “... you,” she thought for a moment, “You seem different today, Alvin. Did something happen?”

  Rodrigo shrugged, “I know, right? He’s been spicy. Did you get into an argument with your sister again?”

  “No… anyway, I don’t want to discuss it.”

  I shook my head.

  “… but gd you two are still doing fine. Looking at you so sweet, I feel nauseous, but I’m gd you’re both getting along.”

  “...are you sick?”

  Suddenly, Rodrigo reached out and pced his hand against my forehead. Annoyed, I swatted his hand away. “You’re the one who’s sick.”

  “... …”

  “... what the hell are you doing?”

  I gred at Donna, whose hand was suddenly cupping my crotch. And did I feel her squeeze it?

  “Yep, he’s not getting angry.”

  “What? And what are you doing in front of your boyfriend?!”

  “...see? I think something’s wrong.”

  Rodrigo nodded his head with a worried expression.

  I mean, excuse me?!

  Your girlfriend is kneading my cock, and you just stand there looking at me as if I have a grave illness?

  I grabbed Donna’s hand, which was getting bolder. She was trying to slide her hand into my pants and look at my friend.

  “Are we just going to stand here?” I asked, annoyed.

  “Oh… oh, sorry about that, love. Come in.” Rodrigo chuckled before grabbing my arm and leading me inside.

  I felt goosebumps as his arm wrapped around mine—he was too close, his body pressed against my arm. I tried to pull back, but he was holding me tightly. And why the hell are you doing the same, Donna?

  Like her boyfriend, she was hugging my arm, and I could feel the warmth of her body—especially when she was only sporting that very dangerous bikini. Unfortunately, she was not gifted in several particur departments, but a woman’s body is smooth and soft no matter what.

  “...are you really okay?”

  While walking, Rodrigo asked me.

  “I’m fine.”

  He stared at my face for a moment.

  “... I heard about the head injury.”

  “How did you…”

  But I can’t really focus, especially when Donna slowed her pace, slowing me down as well, and Rodrigo’s, since we are basically walking side by side while holding arms—or rather, they are holding my arms like they are cops, and I, a criminal.

  Despite having her boyfriend beside me, Donna leaned against me so close. Her body pressed against me, and I could feel a swell - despite them small- the hardness of her nipples and the movements of her chest with each breath.

  The hot air escaping her mouth was caressing the skin on my cheek; since her face was so close, I could practically kiss her if I so much as turned my face to the side. And why is she cupping my ass and kneading them secretly? Don’t look at me like that!

  “Your mother told me. I called her and asked about you after you didn’t answer my call several times. She said you are resting, and the injury was not so bad…I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so I didn’t bother you by suddenly visiting.”

  “Yeah, it’s fine. It was nothing. I got over it after a long rest.”

  “Well, that’s okay… but if you still feel unwell, just tell me. Don’t push yourself too hard.”

  “Will do, brother.”

  I felt somehow guilty and ashamed that despite wanting to pull back—well, with how strong Donna was holding my arm, I doubt it—a part of me actually enjoyed the sensation.

  Yet despite the struggle I was having inside, Rodrigo was still acting as if nothing was wrong—I mean, don’t get me wrong, but Donna is really pushing the wrong buttons here, yet Rodrigo was acting as if he didn't see it.

  … or is this normal?

  Am I the one who still doesn’t get it?

  Despite thinking I finally get this world; does it still get deeper?

  I shook my head and pretended that everything was okay—everything was normal. But that seemed to be a mistake. You see, the more I acted tough, like Donna was not getting into me, the more the two of them looked at me with worried expressions.

  “Oh? Alvin, you came!”

  Suddenly, a gorgeous woman appeared and looked at me in surprise.