The After One Night
[Just for fun]

Cheryl Visual. Some of you must know why Cheryl bule visual, because it is the family lineage blaster.

Visual Storm. Native Asian precisely in the country of Indonesia. His mother was Chinese, and his father was still of mixed European Indonesian descent.

NB. And since this is a SW prequel, so there will be a connection to the past lives of the Storm family and the Cheryl family.

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In a sedu sedan morning, Cheryl wakes up from a deep sleep. His body was rolled plain on a soft bed belonging to a man. There was a throbbing pain in his lower area.

Grimacing, he moved from a thick roll of white blankets. Cheryl picked up one by one her clothes, she wore them with a smile.

The sweet memory of the Storm treating her intimately made the non-virgin girl happy. The pain he felt right now was not worth the pleasure that the Storm gave him last night.

Cheryl is fully dressed. He then walked out of the Storm's room. In the modern minimalist kitchen in black silver, Storm is preparing breakfast.

Cheryl smiling. Maybe this is what it feels like to be a Storm lover, after being made to float the young man served food.

The storm's athletic body is visible when wearing only tight-fitting t-shirts and shorts. No longer awkward, Cheryl hugged the young man warmly from behind.

"I love you." Sincerely speaking.

"Hmm?" After a long silence, the Storm laid down his spatula, he turned to look at Cheryl with a cold face. "You don't expect more from this relationship, do you?"

"You mean?" Suddenly, Cheryl reviewed the thin forehead wrinkles. The absurd question of the storm sounds painful.

The storm smiled faintly. "From the beginning you knew you weren't my ideal type, Cheryl. After all, you also know I already have a lover. The one thing between us last night, just for fun." Tidbits lightly.

"What?" Bag was struck by Cheryl's lightning gaped. Then what does the torn hymen he sacrificed just for this young man mean? Is it that easy for him?

Storm chuckles. "We are in the advanced era, dear. You must know the daily lives of the teenagers in this town, right?"

"You took away my virginity and then you just talk like that?" Sergey Cheryl. Suddenly he dared to raise his voice in front of this snatch of his chastity.

Last night the Storm still looked sweet while enjoying the inch by inch curves of her sexy body and beautiful face.

Smiling storm. "Dear, honey, we're young, aren't we? Fun like this makes it commonplace, don't we do it on the basis of liking?"

After a long silence, Cheryl nodded her head. "Yes right, from the beginning I was the only one who wanted you."

Smiling storm. "Smart girl. Now we have breakfast. You must be hungry after hours with me." Bring along.

"No need to bother serving me. I can take care of my own stomach." Flat, Cheryl refused.

"Chery." Whispering softly, the Storm grabbed the arm of the first woman to sleep with him. "Don't make me uncomfortable because of the look on your face."

Cheryl smiled, her blue bead staring deeply at the young man's jet netra. Before his heart was broken, a few minutes ago he had high hopes on this senior brother of his.

"Thank you for your free kiss, thank you for the one night you gave me." Cheryl said with a bitter smile. "Although short, you managed to make me happy, Storm."

"Ryl's."

"Excuse me." Cheryl grabbed her sling bag, then left.

The storm resounded staring at the passing of the girl's tiny back. He did not want this bed tragedy. But then he was unable to shake off his forbidden desires when the beautiful girl seemed to give herself up.

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"Let'soo!" He let go of the door as soon as he closed it with his back. Even after giving up the most precious thing in his life. That bastard didn't think his feelings were important.

"I'm sorry Cheryl Mam." His back went down the surface of the door until he sat on the floor.

Messy condition of her hair. Especially a heart that he cannot bear. Maybe for men virginity is not important but for women virginity is a form of love and sacrifice.

"I'm sorry Cheryl Daddy." Just a moment of pleasure makes the girl no longer really a girl.

Cheryl screamed loudly. Trying to vent anger that no one else can hear.

Kriii...

The phone from inside her bag asked for a transfer. A name written by Sandy. Soon Cheryl shifted the accept button and placed it on the ear.

"Yes Brother." His sobs after that.

📞 "Hey, Lo cry Beautiful?" After a long silence, Sandy returned to voice.

📞 "Why? What's up?"

Cheryl giggles. "It's okay, brother. Cheryl just miss Mommy Daddy Cheryl again." His word.

📞 "Oh." Sandy laughs. "Already, don't be so whiny, I have something exciting."

"What's that?" Cheryl tried no longer to cry.

📞 "There's a Light blue concert Lo's favorite. I've got some tickets for us to watch exclusive rames."

"really?"

📞 "Well, you'll want to, right? Light blue is rarely seen exclusive concerts like gini."

"Cheryl think about it first. Cheryl still can't get permission from Mommy Daddy." Not a matter of permission, the girl's heart is still messed up because of the asshole of a Storm.

📞 "It's okay." Sandy chuckles.

Cheryl hung up the phone after getting word of goodbye from across there. He got up from his seat and entered his room.

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On the dining table in the form of a modern minimalist box belonging to Storm. The young man was just stirring his food. She was supposed to have breakfast with Cheryl this morning, but the girl just left after she told her honesty.

A hot night with Cheryl is not the goal. Although it is undeniable Cheryl managed to make him feel the extraordinary pleasure. For a lifetime, this is the first time a storm has had a girl.

Clik...

Flat objects ringing at a glance, Storm glanced at the screen of his phone. It says Baby over there giving a good morning with love emoticons.

Not wanting to reply to a single message from his lover, Storm rushed to leave the dining table filled with two special dishes of fried rice.

In vain he made breakfast ala Indonesia, Cheryl went, especially he became tasteless.

His steps continued all the way to the room. He still needs to make a messy bed because of Cheryl's work all night.

A red patch stained his white blanket. The storm pulled the thick cloth and folded it. He will regard this speck of blood as a memento of the girl who had admired him for many years.

"I've told you plain girls like you aren't my type. And until whenever we can not unite. You're the stupid girl I once knew Cheryl Arsya."