I felt myself blushing at what he said. I was just waiting for him to say that he was just joking, but he just remained serious.
"You're lying, cunt," I said.
He smirked. "Why would I lie? What will I gain from doing that? That's the problem with you, I see. You'll get very drunk, and then when you're told what you did, you won't believe it," he said seriously.
I just nodded shyly. "But did we do it? I mean, did something happen?" I asked.
I don't feel anything strange, and It doesn't hurt either. When that happens, aren't you supposed to feel a tingling sensation down there?
He put down his cutlery and then looked at me sternly. "I am a gangster, but I am not the sort who makes passes to a woman who is not in her senses, even if she's asking for it. I held back because I imagined that you are my sister," he said.
