Bruno arrived at the hotel and checked in. As soon as he laid her down on the bed, he stretched his muscles.
Beauty groaned and started pulling her clothes off.
Bruno's heart skipped a beat instantly.
“You should keep it on. Miss? Miss?”
She wouldn’t listen to him and pulled her blouse up.
He closed his eyes, then slowly opened them.
He was surprised at the amount of weight that baggy top concealed.
Beauty drunkenly kicked her trousers off her feet and fell on the bed, wearing only her lingerie.
As his gaze fell on Beauty’s body, he was struck by her beauty. The lingerie—a delicate red lace—accentuated her curves, and her soft pale skin glowed in the dim light.
He noticed how her full hips and thighs filled out the fabric, and her soft bust strained against the cups, almost too big to be fully accommodated in them.
His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every detail.
He noticed the stretch marks on her hips. They weren’t as strange as people often said; in fact, he thought they were beautiful in their own way—like soft tattoos. The gentle folds of her stomach by the side were incredibly attractive to him.
“She’s breathtaking. So soft, so fragile, so beautiful, inside and out,” Bruno thought to himself.
His body reacted instinctively. His heart raced, and the pulse in his crotch quickened.
“Free at last!” Beauty shouted, interrupting his thoughts, and the next moment, she fell into a deep snore.
Bruno slowly walked toward her, trying not to look too much to avoid doing anything he would regret.
He pulled the duvet over her and sighed heavily.
“I guess it’s over. I should get some sleep before the night is over,” he muttered to himself and was about to leave when Beauty grabbed his arm.
Startled, he gasped and looked at her.
He had thought she was fast asleep.
“Why do you hate me so much, Tim?” Beauty sobbed.
“I… am… Bruno,” he replied slowly.
She sat up, held on to his trousers, and burst into loud tears.
“Eh?”
He was completely confused and helpless.
Why is she crying?
Suddenly, he felt her head resting below his belt level due to their height difference. It should have been his stomach since the bed was high enough.
“This is awkwardly bad,” Bruno thought to himself, feeling uncomfortable.
He swallowed hard and tried to pull her back, but she kept crying and burying her face in his crotch.
“This is bad… too bad,” Bruno murmured, feeling his bulge growing tighter.
He closed his eyes tightly and placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to pull her away.
He could picture himself digging his hands into her hair, and then… His eyes snapped open.
Where the hell did that come from?
Disgusted by his thoughts, he removed his hands from her shoulders as though stung by a bee.
“I know I’m fat and ugly, but I tried so hard to lose weight, you know? I don’t even eat the foods I love anymore! Why, then? Why?”
Bruno cursed inwardly. He needed to fix this situation in the bathroom as soon as possible.
But first, how would he get her to move her head away from his crotch?
He had an idea.
He immediately knelt beside her, hoping to avoid any more awkward contact.
“Hey, don’t say that. You’re not fat or ugly… I actually think you look good in your body shape.”
“Oh, Tim!” she yelled, crying again.
“It’s Bruno!” he screamed in his head.
Gazing down at her, he saw she was still crying heavily.
Why do women care so much about weight? She looked great to him. Maybe he just didn’t understand women.
“Tell me, what are the foods you love?” Bruno asked, trying to make her stop crying.
Beauty sobbed, then looked up with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. Her tears stopped immediately.
“That really made her stop crying? She loves food that much,” Bruno thought.
“I love sausages, cheesecakes, burgers, and ice cream too, but I can’t have them, or I won’t be slim. I promise I’m not eating them anymore, Tim,” she sobbed.
Bruno got frustrated. He held her shoulders and shook her gently.
“I am Bruno!”
He was shocked at how loud he had yelled.
“Hmm?” Beauty forced her eyes wide open, then let them dim again.
Out of nowhere, she grabbed his face. Bruno felt his heart stop.
What was she about to do?
She brought his face closer to hers.
His eyes widened. Was she going to kiss him?
It’s unbelievable, but that would mean he would get his first kiss!
He had many opportunities, of course, since he was a child model, but this one was different.
He wouldn’t mind at all.
He closed his eyes, his heart racing.
Beauty, however, started tracing his facial features with her fingers.
“You don’t look like Tim, Steven?”
He opened his eyes, a bit disappointed that the expected kiss was taking too long.
“No… That’s because I am Bruno,” he replied.
“Hmm mm?” Beauty tilted her head, inspecting him with her dizzy eyes. They looked so siren-like.
Her fingers touched his nose and lips.
That sent chills down his spine, and his bulge grew larger and more painful. He had to hold his crotch.
“Ooo Hhhh Sir Bruno?”
He looked at her, shocked that she got it this time.
“Such nice lips.”
Reacting, his face flushed, and his ears turned red.
She leaned closer and closer, until their .lips were less than an inch apart.
Wait, she is really going for it!
Why am I panicking?
You are the man here you fool, get it together!
Bruno yelled inside, he closed his eyes again and pouted his lips.
"I….. I…want to throw up”.
Beauty murmured.
“Huh?”
Bruno’s eyes snapped open confused.
Before He could make a move, she threw up on him.
He had to carry her to the bathroom, rubbing her back.
“There…. There”.
“What a night”
Bruno sighed.