"Oh, y-yea... That's good..." Geto groaned as sweat beaded on his hairline, falling down the sides of his face. He made it pretty clear your intense lovemaking session won't last for much longer. He increased his pace, his fingers meeting the contours of your face, his touch gentle yet firm as he lifted your chin, guiding your lips to meet his in a tender kiss. No matter what he did, you weren't even close to what he was experiencing.

You were getting frustrated. After all, he was doing everything in his power to bring you both to this sweet moment of bliss. You already tried everything, yet you couldn't make yourself get loose and lost in the feeling. That's why you decided to do something you've never had to do with him before. Faking it. You tensed your whole body, drewing out dramatic moans to make it more believable.

For a fleeting moment, Geto pretended not to notice, allowing the charade to linger in the air like a silent specter. But as you lay in the aftermath of your lovemaking, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. With gentle fingers, he traced patterns on your skin, his voice soft yet firm as he broke the silence.

"You think I'm dumb..?" He huffed out a laugh, looking down at your figure trapped between his two strongs arms, placed on both sides of your (falsely) trembling body. His ego is bruised.