You're tired of pretending.

You don't want Suguru to defect, so you beg him to stay. No one knows, except you and Suguru. Suguru agrees, but in return you have to give in to him. And you're sick. Sick of swallowing those disgusting curses, sick of listening to Suguru's deceptive soft whispers. You want to stop, but you can't.

"Good girl," Suguru whispered. His arms wrapped around your stomach, pulling you in and making your back against his chest. He leaned down, kissing your neck while grinning.

You just swallowed another curse, and you feel disgusted and nauseous. You want to throw up and stop all of this. But you can't. Because you love Suguru so much.