Chapter 7 Girlfriend

Who`s gonna carry the boats!!! And the logs!!! Besides being a person I instantly vibe with, the Author is also a great gym bro. We had our first contact yesterday, yet I feel like I have known him for years. I instantly form a connection with him. It`s weird. {Stop thinking gay shit and push!!} I am currently inside my own, which is in the room right next to mine. The place has almost all the usual gym equipment, but it is rather cramped inside since everything is the heaviest and biggest weights. I made this gym when I surpassed human strength, as I could already beat the world records when it comes to weight lifting. People looking at me weirdly and checking if my weight is fake or not was rather annoying even before I surpassed human strength. I am currently doing a bench press. The weight is 150 kg, and I have done more than a hundred reps. I am doing it the Goggins style, which is to take a small weight and do as many reps as possible. The Author convinced me to do this. And I have to say it is way more painful than doing heavy weights. My arms and chest are burning. {Don`t listen to your mind, you run this body motherfucker!!} he hype me up and he succeed. I am hyped up!!! Sweat was running down my face, and my muscles were screaming at me to stop, yet I didn`t. I push. Again. And again. And again. And yet again. My arm is jelly now, I am pretty sure I have used up all my energy. I can`t do it anymore. Yet.... You still have at least 10 more reps in you!!} Yes. I can`t give up. The Author said that I can do 10 more. He must be right, he is the Author after all. I push again. Lightweight baby!!} I push. 'I can do this.' I push again. 'I can do this!!' My arms gave out. 'I can`t do this.' The weight slipped out of my grip and fell on my chest. That took my breath away, and it's not in a romantic way. I fell on the ground. In pain. I can`t breathe. I think I`m dying. No, you can`t die!! The story is just starting!!" I try to breathe, but something is clogging my throat. I should have stopped instead of listening to my useless author. I lay there on the ground, on death`s door. The only thing that`s keeping me alive is my pride. I won`t die from a 150 kg weight. At the very least, only 300 kg should kill me.' Don`t worry, bro. I will make sure to put in more weights if you die. I promise that in the news it will say you died under the weight of 300 kg.} 'You are not helping.' The door to my gym room slammed open, and my mother rushed in. She is wearing dangerously thin black lingerie, but she has no time to worry about that as she comes to me and scoops me up, before placing my head on her thighs. Her morning face is as pretty as ever, indicating that she is as beautiful as she is, even without makeup. "Yuito!! Are you alright?" she says in worry. Her unkept purple hair dangled in my face, tickling it. She looks so- I stop myself from that train of thought. 'One day with you and look how you influence me.' I don`t know what you're talking about.} I am finally able to breathe again. But the pain in my chest still lingers. I look up to see the face of my mother, which is full of worry. I don`t want to sound like a jerk, but I like that. Her worrying about me. It is a very pleasant feeling. "I`m fine," I say, or choke out. My mother paused, then she sighed. A smile graced her face, and she looked at me helplessly. "You should be more careful." She says, rubbing my hair. "I know. It`s just today, a certain devil was whispering in my ear." I say. {Hey!!} She laughs. Then there is a peaceful silence, and my head is most comfortable in her thighs. I feel a weird sense of peace, something one can only get with their mother. {Or lover.} 'Fuck off bro.' Just stating possible development.} I shake my head helplessly before ignoring his voice. "I am sorry for acting weird yesterday." She says slowly as her hand brushes my hair. I hum. A gesture of acknowledgement and a desire to know more. "It`s just ...seeing you all grown up like that makes me...a bit nostalgic. It feels like it was yesterday when you were crying in my arms." She says with sad eyes. That`s a cap, she was aroused.} 'Get out of my life.' I ignore him and focus on my mother`s words. "It`s okay, Momm. I will always be your son, no matter how much I grow or how old I am." I say and kiss her hand. And the [Mama`s boy] title intensifies.} Hearing my words, she stopped her moving hands and paused. Then she sighs as if accepting the reality that I am growing and she can do nothing about it. "I guess you are right." She hugs me, burying me in her bosom. I know her hug is full of pure intention, but her perky breasts are corrupting the innocence behind the embrace. Only a thin layer is separating my face from her skin. A thin layer that is holding together my sanity and holds me back from seeing her as a woman. It is around 10 am. The situation that occurred in the morning has long settled do, and we have eaten breakfast. After that, I immediately went to my room and took a shower before picking out my clothes and dressing up for my date. Now I am standing in the mirror, admiring myself because I look fly, and I look good. You need humility.} Still posing in the mirror, I as,k What`s that?' A combination of humility and being humble.} I smile, and the handsome guy in the mirror smiles back. [IMG] 'This is confidence.' I say. {Sure.} he says sarcastically. I shake my head, amused at the fact that this person is going to be constantly with me 24/7. Honest, I should feel bad and hate it, but weirdly en, ough I don`t mind him at all. He makes my life fun, I guess. Or maybe this is due to me not having friends in this life and even in my previous one. 'Although we need to talk about shutting up in certain moments.' I move out of my room and go down the stairs, and head to the living room. My mother was watching TV, but she turned to me when she entered the living room. "Oh my God, Yuito. You look sooo good~" She says with a smile before standing up and coming to me. She walks around me, observing me with a smile. "Where are you going, dressing up so nicely?" She asked with a closed-eye smile. She stands in front of me. "I am going on a date," I say, not knowing why I should keep it a secret from her. I tell my mother almost everything. {?} She does not move or change her face. "What?" She asked with a small smile. The muscles of her face did not move, but I felt the vibe of her smile change. Confused, I say, "Yeah, you know. With my girlfriend. I told you about her months ago." "Oh," she says with an O' on her lips. "You are still with her?" She says, her face becomes thoughtful. "Of course, why wouldn`t I be?" With a hand on her mouth and a deep look at the ground, she whispers, barely audible, "It's more serious than I thought." "Huh?" She snaps out of her thought and looks up at me with a smile. "Have a fun time, me okay." I told her okay and went out of the house; my mother`s eyes were on my back until I closed the door. *Bam!* "What was that about?" I ask out loud. I don`t know, but I sense Yandere vibes. I like it, mommy yandere. kukukukuk.} I shake my head, "There`s no way." I mean, there is no way. Right? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her hair flows down like a gentle stream, it goes on until her waist, before it stops. Her hair is as black as the night, yet the sunlight reflects on it, making it glow. Like a galaxy. Her face is small, pretty, and feminine. She has bangs that cover her forehead, and her hair also covers the side of her head, perfectly framing her pretty face. She wears a white tank top that shows her slender arm with blemishes or ssscarser shoulder is small, but her brbreasthich is just below, is comically large and fat. Her waist is small, yet she has childbearing hips. It is the perfect curve, the perfect hourglass. She wears a short black pencil skirt that shows her thick thighs, white and milky. Her legs are long and proud. A cloth can make a person`s body look lewder, people wear them to look sexy, but for her, it is the opposite. Her body is corrupting the normal clothing she wore, making it look as if the clothing is. It feels as though she came right out of a hentai manga. Her body seems to be designed with the very purpose of enticing men and evoking their primal instincts. She looks around, her black eyes move in search of something. Then she sees me. No, she found me. She smiles. Her smile is youthful and bright, like a girl in love. She comes. While I wonder. {Noooo!!! Fuuuuck!!} 'Why is the Author acting like he is having PTSD?' [Girlfriend`s Image Tsukimi Chifuyu from the doujin 'The Pure girlfriend`s fall.']