By the time I know it, the day where I took Valeria's first time has become the past. 30 days have passed since that happening, so that means I have lived in this world for a month.
Many things have happened to me for the past month, but before I talk about those changes I have experienced, I want to recall my equally delightful and nightmarish memory—the day I popped the cherry Valeria has kept for who knows how many years.
I honestly don't remember that day quite clearly—I was so intoxicated at that time, my mind just blurred—but I still can recall a few important things on that day. Before talking about the serious talk though, I smashed like a master that day.
I can't remember what kind of a face Valeria made on that day, but from how she addressed her experience, I am quite sure she enjoyed it as much as I did.
