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In your hug I find my paradise.
Hi, it's Yuki Another drawing practice with a short backstory related to Parting Night . Hope you like it

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It's been a few years since I moved to this seaside town. I hadn't planned to stay that long as it was meant to be a short trip for me to recover from the pain of being abandoned by the man whom I had loved so much.

"There's no future for two men," he said, "Don't you already know that from the beginning?"

I knew. I rehearsed numerous times in my hand for that moment he and I break up. Still it hurts. And that pain wouldn't go away, until I found you unconscious on the beach after returning from surfing one day.

When I took a closer look of you, I was surprised to find how both you and him looked alike. Except a darker skin tone, you had the same dark curly hair, the same face, the same physique... In a nutshell, a doppelgänger of him.

I thought you were a gift from God and took you in. You awoke soon later but the only thing you remembered was that you had come from a foreign country where many people went on voyages to earn a living. Apparently, you were one of them and unfortunately got into an accident.

At that time, a devilish idea came across my mind: why not to exploit your amnesia to make you be my man? I secretly took away that photo of you and another man - likely your loved one - which you held tightly in your hands when unconscious, so you cannot remember anything and leave me. And I lied to you that there're no other belongings of you. You didn't question me and we started living together.

As time passed, I became more attracted to you and wanted more intimacy between us. So I seduced you. Seeing that you hesitated, I provoked you, "You haven't had a good time for quite a while, have you? I'm horny too and why not shove your manhood in my man pussy?"

You got provoked and did literally what I said, filling me with your seeds. Since that, we became lovers. Sometimes I felt guilty for manipulating you. But you're happy, so am I - that's what matter, right?

I used to be able to brush off my guilt with that reasoning, until I met that man next to you in the photo today. He's come to this country in search for you.

"Good morning, have you seen this man?" he asked, holding the same photo I kept away from you.

I struggled internally to give a response, even though it's just yes or no. It's very convenient for me to say no. But the sadness and tiredness in his eyes because of your absence made me hesitate. At the end, my desire prevailed over my morals. I said no, even though his man is now my lover, having just slept with me the day before.

"Oh..." he said disappointedly, "Sorry for bothering. Have a nice day."

As he turned away and was ready to leave, I asked him why he still insisted on finding you, despite the slim chance of anyone surviving an accident during a voyage from his country to here.

"I know, but I promised to show him what I achieved," he sighed, "I couldn't have done anything without his help."

"Sorry," I couldn't help apologising after listening his story with you.

"Why apologise?" he laughed, "Anyway, I've to go now. It's nice to have a chance to tell my story to someone."

After he left, I felt bad. I tried to go surfing to ease that feeling off but in vain. I ended up sitting at the beach, staring blankly at the sea, not even aware you've come to fetch me after work for a date.

"Ah, you're here," you sat down next to me, "What's bothering you my dear?"

"If you remember everything, will you leave me?" I asked.

You seemed puzzled, but you quickly assured me, "I'm happy about how we're now. If you didn't save me that day, I wouldn't be alive. So my answer is a firm no."

Moved, I threw myself into your arms, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you smiled and hugged me tightly.

In your hug I find my paradise. I want to keep your smile, your warmth, your passion... everything about you to myself - no matter the cost, even if that means divine retribution for my wrongdoings.

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In your hug I find my paradise.
Hi, it's Yuki Another drawing practice with a short backstory related to Parting Night . Hope you like it

***

It's been a few years since I moved to this seaside town. I hadn't planned to stay that long as it was meant to be a short trip for me to recover from the pain of being abandoned by the man whom I had loved so much.

"There's no future for two men," he said, "Don't you already know that from the beginning?"

I knew. I rehearsed numerous times in my hand for that moment he and I break up. Still it hurts. And that pain wouldn't go away, until I found you unconscious on the beach after returning from surfing one day.

When I took a closer look of you, I was surprised to find how both you and him looked alike. Except a darker skin tone, you had the same dark curly hair, the same face, the same physique... In a nutshell, a doppelgänger of him.

I thought you were a gift from God and took you in. You awoke soon later but the only thing you remembered was that you had come from a foreign country where many people went on voyages to earn a living. Apparently, you were one of them and unfortunately got into an accident.

At that time, a devilish idea came across my mind: why not to exploit your amnesia to make you be my man? I secretly took away that photo of you and another man - likely your loved one - which you held tightly in your hands when unconscious, so you cannot remember anything and leave me. And I lied to you that there're no other belongings of you. You didn't question me and we started living together.

As time passed, I became more attracted to you and wanted more intimacy between us. So I seduced you. Seeing that you hesitated, I provoked you, "You haven't had a good time for quite a while, have you? I'm horny too and why not shove your manhood in my man pussy?"

You got provoked and did literally what I said, filling me with your seeds. Since that, we became lovers. Sometimes I felt guilty for manipulating you. But you're happy, so am I - that's what matter, right?

I used to be able to brush off my guilt with that reasoning, until I met that man next to you in the photo today. He's come to this country in search for you.

"Good morning, have you seen this man?" he asked, holding the same photo I kept away from you.

I struggled internally to give a response, even though it's just yes or no. It's very convenient for me to say no. But the sadness and tiredness in his eyes because of your absence made me hesitate. At the end, my desire prevailed over my morals. I said no, even though his man is now my lover, having just slept with me the day before.

"Oh..." he said disappointedly, "Sorry for bothering. Have a nice day."

As he turned away and was ready to leave, I asked him why he still insisted on finding you, despite the slim chance of anyone surviving an accident during a voyage from his country to here.

"I know, but I promised to show him what I achieved," he sighed, "I couldn't have done anything without his help."

"Sorry," I couldn't help apologising after listening his story with you.

"Why apologise?" he laughed, "Anyway, I've to go now. It's nice to have a chance to tell my story to someone."

After he left, I felt bad. I tried to go surfing to ease that feeling off but in vain. I ended up sitting at the beach, staring blankly at the sea, not even aware you've come to fetch me after work for a date.

"Ah, you're here," you sat down next to me, "What's bothering you my dear?"

"If you remember everything, will you leave me?" I asked.

You seemed puzzled, but you quickly assured me, "I'm happy about how we're now. If you didn't save me that day, I wouldn't be alive. So my answer is a firm no."

Moved, I threw myself into your arms, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you smiled and hugged me tightly.

In your hug I find my paradise. I want to keep your smile, your warmth, your passion... everything about you to myself - no matter the cost, even if that means divine retribution for my wrongdoings.