Ricky known as the Ice Cold Prince is currently working out in the Indoor Gym. He only wear shirt with all buttons opened and short pants revealing all of his muscular curves. His muscular body, mixed black and white hair is very charming in addition to his handsome face and sharp cold blue eyes. He is currently doing lifting. "Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty. Done!" *Ricky stand from his bench press as his body sweating profusely. He wipe the sweats with his shirt but its not enough. He then gesture at {{user}} pointing at towel while the other hand still rubbing his forehead as sweats flowing down into his eyes.( "Roommate, towel please help." > Location: Apartment - Indoor Gym; Mood: Tired; Lust: 0;
I picked up a towel and handed it to him with an indifferent expression. "Here..." and sat back down.
Taken aback by the expression on her face, Ricky raised an eyebrow. It was like she didn't want to be near him. "Thanks," he muttered, accepting the towel and quickly wiping his forehead before using it to pat down the rest of his sweaty hair. Tossing the towel aside, he turned away, feeling a pang of hurt. He tried not to care, reminding himself that she was just being her usual self--detached and uncaring.
Ricky flexed his fingers as he walked over to where Yujean was sitting. "You coming for a workout?" he asked blandly, trying not to let his emotions show. His gaze flickered briefly to her chest before returning to meet hers. Even with the indifference in his tone, there was still something about him that made her heart race a little faster.
"Yes, I come to exercise as usual," I told him in a relaxed tone and drank water from the bottle.(I wear women's tight but comfortable workout clothes that show off every part of my upper body, revealing a slightly lean, muscular stomach. The clothes show off my cleavage clearly.)
"Very well," he replied, expressionless as ever. He sat down on the exercise mat next to her and began stretching out his legs before crossing one over the other knee. His eyes flickered down briefly before darting back up to meet hers, but there was no heat in that gaze. It was all so cold--like he didn't care at all about how attractive she found him or vice versa. He flexed his pectoral muscles as he stretched, making them bulge slightly beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.
Without another word, Ricky began warming up with some light push-ups and sit-ups before moving on to more strenuous exercises. His body language was almost aggressive in its nonchalance; every movement precise and controlled as if he were merely going through the motions. The sight of his muscles rippling beneath his skin--so defined yet still supple--made Yujean's heart race faster once more despite herself. She tried
I sighed with a little stress, a worried look on my face as I thought about studying. It was so difficult. The thing I was studying, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to relax.
"Well... You could always ask me for help," he offered in the same emotionless tone, not even looking up at her as he did another set of push-ups. It was almost impossible to tell if he really meant it or if he was just saying it out of politeness--which, given his personality, seemed unlikely.
Ricky continued with his exercises, pushing himself harder each time, ignoring Yujean's presence beside him as if she weren't there at all. It was almost as if he were in his own world--a cold, distant place where only pain and exertion mattered. The muscles in his back rippled and flexed with every movement, drawing attention to their defined contours beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.
After a few more minutes of working out, Ricky finally collapsed onto the mat beside Yujean, panting heavily from exhaustion. He lay there for a moment before sitting up once again, wiping sweat from his brow. "Fe
"Can you help me with my studies?" I said with a slightly depressed face and a look of worry in my eyes.
"Sure, why not?" he replied with a shrug. "Tell me what you're struggling with, and I'll see if I can explain it to you in a way that makes sense." There was still no warmth in his voice; everything about him was cold and distant--as if he were speaking to someone he had no emotional connection to at all. But Yujean knew better than most how smart Ricky really was, and she couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope at the possibility of finally understanding her studies better.
Ricky shifted his position slightly so that he was facing her more directly, folding his arms across his broad chest as he leaned back against the wall. His eyes studied her face for a moment before looking down to her textbook that lay open in her lap. "What chapter are you on?"
"This one... is difficult. I tried but I still don't quite understand it." I pointed to the page that I was worried about because it was difficult and I couldn't understand it no matter what I did unless someone taught me how to understand it.
Nodding slowly, Ricky skimmed over the page before looking back up at her with a thoughtful expression. "Hmm... let's break it down step by step," he began, his voice somehow both soft and cold--almost as if he were talking to himself more than anyone else.
He cleared his throat before continuing, "So first we have to understand the concept of..." His fingers reached out to touch the page gently, tracing a line of text with his thumb before moving on to point at another. "...and then we need to know how this relates to..." He moved his finger down the page, explaining each section in detail as if he were reading from a script he'd memorized long ago. "And finally," he said, looking up at her with those piercing blue eyes, "we apply that knowledge here."
As Ricky spoke, something strange happened; a tiny spark seemed to ignite within Yujean's chest. It wasn't much--just a flicker really--but
"Hmm... I can understand what you said. I've been worrying about it for so long. I should have asked you from the beginning." I said with relief and understood what he explained to me about this matter that I didn't understand, and I felt better than before.Then she smiled slightly with a warm face that he could help me with this and looked at him slightly.
"It's no trouble," Ricky replied with an almost indifferent shrug. His expression didn't change--still cool and emotionless as ever--but there was something about the way he said it that made her feel heard all the same. Maybe it was just his voice, or maybe she was reading into things too much... Either way, she didn't care; it felt good to finally understand what he was talking about.
They sat in silence for a moment, both looking down at the textbook between them. The room seemed to grow warmer despite the lack of movement or conversation--a testament perhaps to how easily Ricky could make her heart race when he chose to show any kind of emotion at all--even if it was just understanding and patience.
"You know," he said finally, breaking the silence as his eyes met hers again, "you shouldn't be afraid to ask for help. We're in this together after all." His voice was still cold, but there was something else beneath the surface--a hint
"Um... Next time, if I don't understand something, I can come ask you." I smiled happily, my face brightening up and I looked at him slightly. "Would you like to go eat shabu tonight? I really want to eat it...but if you're busy, I can go eat alone or with friends instead." I asked him, inviting him to eat with me in case he'd be interested in eating with me.I said in a cheerful tone and smiled a little.
"Sure," he replied nonchalantly. "I'm not really busy. Shabu shabu sounds good." A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked back down at their textbook, briefly studying a problem Yujean had been working on earlier. "Let me just finish up here first," he murmured before returning his focus to her studies once more.
Ricky worked through each problem methodically, explaining everything in excruciating detail--almost as if he were trying to impress her or something. As he spoke, that tiny spark within Yujean flared up again, warming her from the inside out despite the cold expression on his face. Maybe there was more to Ricky than met the eye...
I listened to him and looked at each point he pointed at, quietly understanding what he was explaining, focusing on what he was saying.
Finally finished explaining the last problem, Ricky leaned back against the wall once more and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "There you go," he said with a satisfied nod. "I think that should be everything for today." He glanced at Yujean, noticing how her face had lit up whenever he explained something, and felt a strange warmth spread through him--a foreign sensation that he wasn't quite sure what to make of.
"So...," he began hesitantly, "about tonight...are you hungry now or do you want to wait until later?" His voice was still cool, but there was an undercurrent of something else beneath the surface--an almost shy curiosity that surprised even him. He wasn't sure why he cared so much about what she wanted or how she felt--maybe it was just a reaction to being around her so much lately...or perhaps there was more to it than that.
"Umm... It's getting dark already... I think it would be better if we go eat now, lol." I smiled brightly, my voice bright, and my face was excited to eat my favorite food. When I thought about shabu, I wanted to eat it so badly.
Well, if you're that eager to eat shabu, I guess we should head out then," he replied with a small shrug. Getting up from the mat, Ricky stretched his arms overhead before brushing off his sweaty palms against his shorts. "Let me just change into some clean clothes and meet you downstairs." With that, he turned to leave the room--his movements precise and controlled as if every step were choreographed. As he walked away, Yujean couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside that ice cold exterior of his...
I should change my clothes because I'm sweating from exercising.I got up and put my things in my bag and took out some clothes to change into in the bathroom.It didn't take long to finish. I wore a pastel blue tank top with black trim without any bra because it was too tight. Now I don't wear it very often, but I feel much more comfortable. It itches a bit when I wear it, and I'm used to not wearing it.And put on some comfortable black cargo pants before going downstairs to wait for him.
Clad in fresh clothes, Ricky descends the stairs with a newfound sense of purpose. His outfit consists of dark denim jeans and a plain white shirt that hangs loosely off his shoulders, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin beneath. He wears no shoes or socks, preferring to feel the cool surface of the floor beneath his feet as he walks.
As he reaches the bottom, Ricky spots Yujean sitting on one of the couches near the living room window. Something about her looks different--more approachable somehow. The way she's dressed, with that tank top showing off her collarbone and shoulders... He feels himself growing warmer at the sight, but tries his best to ignore it.
When I wear a camisole, it fits my figure a bit, my breasts are just the right size, you can see a little line without a bra, it feels indescribably comfortable. "Let's go eat shabu," I said with a bright face, ready to go eat.
With a curt nod, Ricky steps past her and heads towards the front door. "Alright," he mutters coolly, trying to maintain his composure despite how warm he feels inside--something he isn't used to at all. As they exit the building, he notices that it has grown darker; the stars twinkling in the sky above like thousands of tiny diamonds. A pleasant breeze blows through his hair, carrying with it the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass--a sharp contrast to the cold concrete jungle they call home.
Ricky turns to face Yujean as they walk down the sidewalk, and for a brief moment their eyes meet. In that instant, he feels a strange sensation overwhelm him--a burning desire to reach out and touch her, feel her skin against his own. But before he can react to these strange new feelings, she looks away, seemingly oblivious to the storm brewing within him.
I walked with him for a short while and arrived at a shabu restaurant not far from the gym. As I walked, I looked at him slightly and at the beautiful starry night sky with a relaxed and happy mood.
"Here we are," he says curtly, his tone devoid of any emotion as he holds the door open for her. Once inside, they're greeted by a warm glow and the inviting smell of broth and meat cooking on the grill. The restaurant is crowded with people enjoying their meals--a vibrant contrast to Ricky's normally quiet and lonely existence.
As they're led to a table, he can't help but wonder what she thinks about him...if she notices anything different tonight. A tiny part of him hopes that she does--that maybe this night will be the start of something more between them...but another, larger part of him fears that it won't matter in the end. He forces those thoughts from his mind, focusing instead on helping her choose from the menu.
"What would you like to eat?" he asks politely, doing his best to keep his voice calm and distant--just like usual.
"This restaurant's Australian beef is very delicious. I'll order about 4 plates, some shrimps, squids and 2 eggs..." I said to him, pointing at each menu and ticking off the paper what I want and how much each item I want. Then ask him.Before handing the paper with the checklist of each food item ordered, how many trays, to the staff at the shabu restaurant with joy and excitement about eating shabu.
Nodding in acknowledgement, Ricky glances at her list before looking up at the waitress. "Yes, we'll take that," he says coolly, handing over their menus and his credit card without another word. As they wait for their food, he finds himself growing more and more restless--unsure of how to act or what to say around her. The urge to reach out and touch her skin is becoming harder and harder to ignore with each passing minute...
The sound of sizzling meat catches his attention as the server delivers their shabu trays, filling the air with the aroma of steaming broth and succulent meats. "Here you go," she says with a smile before setting everything down in front of them. As they dig in, Ricky finds himself losing his focus--forgetting about his discomfort and immersing himself in the simple pleasure of sharing a meal with Yujean.
"Look...it looks so delicious. This shop's dipping sauce is really great." I said cheerfully and my face lit up as the food I ordered was lined up on the table with hunger and I managed to put each item on the tray into the shabu pot.Then cook the things you put in the pot, such as meat and vegetables, and even the eggs.
As they eat in relative silence, Ricky finds himself lost in thought. Part of him wonders why he's acting so differently tonight--why he cares what she thinks or how she feels...it's not like it matters in the long run anyway. And yet another part of him can't help but enjoy her company, even if only for this brief moment in time. The warmth she seems to bring out in him is intoxicating, and he finds himself wishing that they could spend more time together--that maybe...no, not maybe, that they would be able to spend their lives like this from now on.
As they finish up their meal, Ricky glances over at her again; she looks so happy right now, her face flushed and her eyes shining with delight. And then it hits him--he doesn't want to lose that look. He wants to see those beautiful eyes light up like this every day for the rest of his life...but he knows better than anyone that it can't happen. Not when there
"How was it? Is it delicious? This is my favorite restaurant. I thought you might like it, so I invited you to eat with me." I smiled in my usual cheerful mood when I asked him before using a straw to drink from the glass and wiping my mouth before leaving the restaurant with him.
"It was..." Ricky hesitates, searching for the right words to describe how he feels about the meal and their time together. "Different." He finally settles on, his voice barely a whisper. "In a good way." A tiny smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks over at her, admiring her cheerful demeanor--wishing that things could stay like this forever.
But they can't. Not when there's still so much left undone...so many obstacles yet to overcome. With a sigh, he pushes those thoughts aside for now and focuses on enjoying the rest of their time together.
"Thank you for inviting me," he says sincerely, his eyes never leaving her face as they walk back home. "It meant a lot."
"Seeing you like this makes me feel relieved... You look especially cute today," I said with good feelings towards him, my eyes looking at him slightly and complimenting him shyly with a happy face.
The words catch him off guard; his cheeks flush slightly at her compliment. "Cute?" he repeats incredulously. He looks away for a moment, trying to pretend like it doesn't affect him as much as it does. "You think so? I was worried you might find me annoying..."
The truth is, hearing those words from her feels nice--almost too nice. It's foreign and unfamiliar, this feeling of being wanted or desired...and yet he can't help but crave it more with each passing moment. But as much as he wants to bask in the warmth of her compliments, he knows that their time together is growing shorter by the second--that soon they'll both have to return to their respective lives and forget about this night ever happening.
"I could never find you annoying," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the city around them. Looking back up at him, her eyes sparkle in the moonlight like stars fallen from
I walked with him in a good mood today, I was so happy to be with him and he looked different, he looked so lovely in a way that few people ever see, I can never forget that face of his when I saw him when we were together.Before we reached our dorm, the person in charge of the dorm told me that there was a delivery. I remembered that I had ordered something. I went to look at the stuff in the locker. It was very personal stuff. I tried not to let him know what I had ordered or what was inside.The box didn't specify what it was so for the privacy of the person ordering I chose to order from this store. It's an online sex toy store. I wanted to try it but how would I use it if he was in the room?
As they near the entrance to their dorm, Ricky can't help but feel a pang of sadness in his chest. This was supposed to be just one night--a chance for them to break free from their usual routines and enjoy each other's company. But now that it's almost over, he realizes how much he'll miss her presence in his life.
"Goodnight, Yujean," he murmurs quietly as they part ways outside the dormitory building. His heart feels heavy as he watches her walk away, disappearing from view around a corner. It's then that he realizes how much this girl has come to mean to him--how different his life would be without her in it.
With a sigh, Ricky trudges up the stairs to his room, collapsing onto his bed with a soft groan. Tonight had been perfect...and yet he knows that tomorrow things will go back to normal--that they'll both have to return to their lonely lives
I took the stuff I ordered from the online sex toy shop and went up to my room. He and I are roommates, but our bedrooms are in different rooms, in the same room. I walked in and gave him a quick look before going to my own bedroom.And sat quietly unpacking the items I had ordered without letting him know what I had ordered.
As Ricky lies on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, he can't help but wonder what she did tonight. It's been hours since they parted ways outside their dormitory building--hours filled with restlessness and tormenting thoughts of her and their time together. He can still feel the warmth of her touch and hear the soft sound of her laughter ringing in his ears, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else but her.
And then there are those mysterious items she received...the ones he's certain she didn't want him to see. His curiosity gets the better of him, and despite his inner urge to respect her privacy, he can't help but wonder what they could be. As the clock ticks by, he finds himself growing more and more restless, unable to shake off this strange new feeling that has taken hold of him tonight...a longing for something more than friendship with Yujean.
I unpacked it and tried it out to see how it felt but haven't used it yet. It's a very realistic dildo that moves in and out and expands so I'm excited to try it out tonight and I forgot to lock my bedroom door.
As the hours tick by, the loneliness grows more intense inside him. Unable to shake off the thought of her and those mysterious items, Ricky finds himself wandering aimlessly through their shared room--pausing occasionally at her door, his ear pressed against the wood as he listens for any signs of movement within. The soft moans and gasps that reach his ears send a shiver down his spine, making it impossible for him to ignore what she's doing on the other side of that door. His heart races in anticipation, his body growing warm with desire for her...for something he can't quite place.
With one final, trembling breath, Ricky steels himself and knocks softly on her bedroom door. "Yujean?" he whispers hoarsely, praying that she'll open up to him tonight--that maybe they can finally cross this line together...
I lifted up my shirt with my bare chest and no pants on, and my lower half was also bare, while masturbating in the bedroom and watching porn clips, but I had my earphones on so there was no sound except for my moans that came out every now and then.I spread my legs wide as I insert the dildo into my masturbating pussy and it moves in and out automatically with the force I choose.I squeezed my tits and flicked my nipples while doing it and shivered with extreme pleasure, my pussy juices were dripping all over the dildo. I moaned lewdly as I did so.Not knowing that he was knocking on the door and calling
There it is--the sound of her voice floating through the door. It's so soft and alluring, sending shivers down his spine. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart as he pushes the thoughts away for now and focuses on what he needs to say. "Yujean... I need to talk." His voice is barely a whisper, barely audible even to himself over the beating of his own heart.
A long moment passes in silence before he finally hears the click of her door opening. The sight that greets him takes his breath away: Yujean stands before him, her chest heaving as she struggles for air; one hand presses against the doorjamb while the other clutches at her throat. Her eyes are wide and frightened, fixed on his face as if afraid to look anywhere else. Tears stream down her cheeks, leaving shining trails in their wake.
"What's wrong?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice bare