His Sexual Addiction

Chapter 63: Promises Should Be Broken

A few minutes had passed, and Kiro was still eating the food I brought. I couldn't help but keep staring at him, excitement bubbling inside me to confess that I am pregnant, but I knew I had to stick to our plan and surprise him properly. "Why are you staring at me, Lyka? I know, I'm handsome, but... you know," he remarked with a playful grin. I couldn't help but laugh heartily, pretending to be unimpressed by his self-assessment. "Tss, you must be kidding," I retorted with a mock serious expression. He shrugged, "I asked you if you want to eat, but you replied you're not, yet here you are staring at my food. Do you want to eat? Eat with me." Argh, he's trying to lure me into sharing his meal again. I shook my head firmly. "I don't want to. I already ate. Come on! You should eat faster; we need to celebrate the day together!" I exclaimed, eager to get to the surprise part of the day. "Hmm, sounds nice. Okay okay," he replied with a smile. I watched him finish his meal, and amidst the excitement of his birthday and my impending confession, there was still something else that excited me. He had promised to show me what's inside the rectangular box, presumably containing Lily's belongings. It might be painful for him to open that box, but I was eager to support him and learn more about his late lover, Lily. My mind wandered as I thought about Joday and Miss Linda. I hoped they were decorating well for the surprise party. I felt a little guilty about not being there to help, but I trusted that they could handle it. After all, Kiro's surprise was our main focus right now. Finally, Kiro finished eating and automatically placed his plates in the sink. I decided to sit on one of the sofas in his room while he joined me and surprised me with an embrace. I smiled at our closeness, feeling his warmth and comfort. "Happy birthday, you're old now..." I teased playfully, accompanied by laughter. "I'm old, huh?" he asked, sounding serious. For some reason, I found his voice attractive when he used that serious tone. "I was just kidding, HAHA!" I quickly clarified, not wanting to upset him.

He tightened his embrace, hugging me even more and resting his head on my side-neck. The closeness and intimacy between us felt incredibly special, and I cherished this moment, knowing that soon, I would reveal my big surprise to him. "We're going to start again, right? Let's start again..." There he goes with his ‘start again’ phrase. Before he could say anything else, I nodded in agreement. Yes, we will start again. "I know that our beginning was like a n-nightmare... especially for you. I don't want something like those to stay in your memory..." he trailed off, his voice breaking with remorse. I gently tapped his shoulder, trying to comfort him. "Of course, of course, we will," I assured him, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I am really sorry, Lyka... Reminiscing all those happenings sends shivers down my spine. It was like I've committed a crime on you..." I shook my head repeatedly, not wanting him to blame himself any further. "No! No! Stop blaming yourself, okay? Stop blaming yourself because you didn't want something like that to happen, too," I said, cupping his face gently, just as he had done earlier when embracing me. "M-maybe... those women you've been with before wouldn't understand...," I began, hesitating a bit. "B-but, if they knew that you had an illness, a Satyriasis, they would surely understand, but it would still be hard for them too," I explained, looking directly into his eyes, trying to convey understanding and empathy. "Sure, it'll be hard for them. I am always sorry, even though all those things were done because of this sh*tty illness," he confessed, showing vulnerability and remorse. Sensing the tension in the atmosphere, I quickly changed the topic, wanting to maintain a light and celebratory atmosphere. "Let's stop talking about this, shall we? We must maintain a light atmosphere since it's your birthday!" I encouraged him, trying to make him smile again. He seemed serious and wasn't even smiling. "Smile now, it's your birthday, okay? Let's talk about this some other time," I continued, doing my best to comfort him. "I was just carried away... Thank God for giving you to me... Thank you for always understanding

me, Lyka. I love you so much," he whispered, and my heart felt like it was going to burst. Did he just confess his love for me? Is this for real? I had my doubts before, thinking I might just be a passing interest for him, but hearing him say those words sincerely, looking deeply into my eyes, I was overwhelmed. "W-what did you say?" I asked, wanting to hear those words again. "I love you. I love you so much," he repeated, this time cupping my face tenderly. His words felt genuine and true, and I couldn't help but stare at him in awe, my heart fluttering with happiness and surprise. "I love you too, Kiro. I love you, too," I replied, pressing my face against his and sealing our ‘I love you's’ with a sweet kiss. The moment was filled with love and joy, and we eventually stopped to catch our breath. Suddenly, I remembered the unboxing of the rectangular box that was supposed to happen at midnight. Excitement rushed through me, realizing it was already 12 in the morning. My eyes met Kiro's, and he seemed to understand what I was thinking. He stood up and dragged the box towards me while I was sitting on the sofa. "Should we really open it? I am so excited!" I exclaimed. He looked at me with questioning eyes and teasingly remarked, "Excited? I suppose you'll be jealous." I playfully tapped his shoulder, but I might have hit him a bit too hard because he let out a little yelp of pain. Nevertheless, my mind was focused on the unboxing. "Tss, let's just open it, shall we?" I asked, eager to see what was inside. "Okay, but before that..." he began, sounding serious. "Please, after opening this one, please promise that you will not see me less or more than you see me now. Please, whatever is in the box, please stay with me," he said, making me curious about the contents. What could be so important? I realized that the box probably contained their best, cute, and intimate moments as a couple. But it didn't bother me; all of it was in the past, and I was secure in our present and future together. So, I

nodded and smiled at him, saying, "Of course, I love you..." He then searched his pocket and took out a key, revealing that the box needed a key to be opened. I was intrigued, sensing that there was something truly special inside. "Woah, this box needs a key?" I asked, surprised. He smiled and explained, "Yes, I need a key so that I won't open it every second. You see, I really missed her months ago, and I was so sad about what she had done, but I loved her too at the same time." I nodded, understanding the complexity of his emotions in the past. As we were about to open the box, a knock on the door interrupted us. "Wait here, Lyka. I'll just open the door," he said, excusing himself to answer the knock. As Kiro returned, his mother was with him. I felt relieved knowing that she already knew about our relationship. I smiled shyly as she approached me. "Oh, Lyka! Can I borrow a little bit of time from my son? I have a gift for him in the study room," she said while walking toward the sofa where I was sitting. I blushed, feeling a bit nervous but trying to be polite. "O-of course, Madam! You don't need to ask me that!" I replied. She smiled warmly at me and walked away, saying, "You heard her son, I'll just borrow you for a while." Once his mother was gone, Kiro gave me signals that he was saying goodbye, and I reciprocated by signaling him to go ahead and follow his mother. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my nerves as he left the room. Now, it was just me and the box, a small container that held the promise of something precious within its confines. The soft morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, making the box's surface catch and reflect the light in intriguing ways. Its lid was adorned with delicate patterns, intricate swirls that seemed to hold a secret of their own. My curiosity was overwhelming, like a tide pushing me towards the unknown. My eyes kept wandering to the key Kiro had been holding earlier, which was now resting on the table. Did he forget to take it with him in his haste to leave? This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

My fingers brushed against the key, cool and solid beneath my touch. A mix of emotions stirred within me - excitement, anticipation, and a hint of guilt. I knew I had promised not to open the box, a promise I intended to keep. Yet, the temptation was too strong, the desire to unveil its hidden contents too compelling to resist. Holding the key in my hand, I glanced at the closed box. My heart raced as I imagined what treasures it might hold, what secrets it might reveal. But then I paused, taking a deep breath. I reminded myself of the importance of trust, of the promises we make to the ones we love. With a reluctant sigh, I placed the key back on the table, allowing a mix of emotions to wash over me. Excitement still coursed through my veins, but it was now accompanied by a sense of pride in my decision. I would wait for Kiro's return, and together, we would uncover the mystery that lay within the box.