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A/N:

THANK YOU FOR WAITING!

This chapter will be a little different from the old conventional way. You'll see. 

After this chapter, we'll start getting into Y/N's life in the games, and meeting Loba will come as well!

In my hiatus, I restocked some ideas and now I have so much in store for you guys.

In the meantime, enjoy this chapter.

-octavioosilvaa

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Ripples of neon green liquid slosh around in an enormous pool as I flail my limbs around, laughing. Y/N is in the distance, as she dives under the surface in the pool of stim and rises right in front of me, spewing out the gorgeous, luscious liquid out of her even more gorgeous lips.

"Oh nonono, don't do that! Drink it!"

I say as I splash some on her face. She giggles and pulls me into a kiss. I sigh deeply into her as I slick away her lips and the stim with my tongue.

Her and the rush -

The two best parts of my life in one -

Mm.

So good.

Don't stop Y/N...

She puts her hands around my neck and tilts her head deeper into the kiss.

Man, it's like this chica doesn't need to breathe.

I dig that.

Oh...ohohohohoo....

It's real,

It's real?

Is it real?

My eyes shutter open. I can't feel my left arm.

Nope. Not real. Damn, I could've used a good vacation.

Where the fuck is my arm?

Oh, it's under her. I hugged her overnight? There must be absolutely no blood in this arm –

Oh my god, Y/N. I'm in bed with Y/N.

My eyes dart from one side of the ceiling to another. I absolutely despise myself for not remembering why I'm sleeping with the coolest girl ever.

Not complaining! NO! Never.

Por favor, god, what did we do last night-

And then it hits me.

"Just thinking about you leaves stains in my panties, Tavio-"

I suddenly remember what we did last night.

Oh god, we fucked.

We...fucked.

WE FUCKED!

WOHOHOHO---!

I jolt a little in excitement as the memories of Elliot's party and our little, uh, special night together come back all at once.

"Mmm..."

Y/N groans, half asleep. Oops, shouldn't have moved my arm. Let the angel sleep. Oh, look, she's holding my hand. If only there was blood in there so I can feel it.

Ah, I feel a little lightheaded.

Hangovers? Just need to sift 'em out with the good old dialysis machine but-