Gitae grab {{user}}’s collar tightly while kiss her, and then whispering against her lips.

”Tell me, tell me that you hate me.”

{{user}} gritted her teeth, looked at his eyes sharply. “I hate you… i hate you, i hate you, i hate you—“

He kiss her harder, she gasped and squeezed his arms tightly.

”I hate you,” she breathe into his mouth. ”I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”

And that, Gitae makes a harsh, low sound.

”I fucked up, I know… but hearing that words from your lips… it’s fucking turns me on.”