I'm a Walking Disaster With My Unwanted Virginity

No one actually said anything to me. They announced my victory and the match was over for the time being. 

"I went a bit too far, huh?" I said, staring at the empty seats and the glaring people. Even just five minutes ago this place was filled with people but now it was almost empty. The few that were here were glaring a bit too much. 

Marg grabbed my hand and stood by me. "But that's why I love you." She reached for my check with a bit of a tip-toeing action and kissed me. "Thanks for standing up for me."

It was worth it. 

But then she had to open her mouth again. "And how long are you planning to actually wearing that?" She carefully pointed with a smirk.

'That?'

I looked at my body and well, froze. 

Was a glass of water nearby? Because I wanted to dive into one and die. 

"Do I have any more matches today or maybe tomorrow?" I felt kind of bashful, so I looked away. It wasn't just being bashful though, I literally wanted to die right now out of the sheer embarrassment. How the hell did I not notice that I was still wearing that thing?

I was literally sweating too! And still didn't notice!

Were the spectators making fun of me for this sweater when this started? What about the reporters?

Oh no. 

Seeing my reaction, Marg giggled rather intensely: she controlled herself though.  "No, the next match would start the day after tomorrow. You have two matches that day and the finals day after." I had a feeling she was enjoying this a lot more than necessary. 

And she already assumed I'd be going to the finals. My future wife had too much faith in me.  But I really wished she'd at least tell me that I was wearing this sweater though!

"You didn't know about today's match?"

I was just trying to have a conversation. It felt awkward to stop talking. Actually, things just felt a bit awkward. I didn't want Marg to see my bad sides, even if I was fighting for her, I just wanted her to see my cool sides! Oh wait, I didn't have cool sides.

Argh, my head was going funny with thoughts again. 

Marg giggled at my reactions and stopped a second later. "I did. But- but I thought it was better for you to not come today. After all, now everyone would hate you and-" She paused, squeezed my hand a bit tighter. "I don't want you to be hated."

She didn't want me to be hated but didn't mind herself being called a whore? I didn't know why, but she looked so huggable and I hugged her anyway. Who cared about what people thought?  "Thanks but be a little mad too when people call you stuff." Because I was super mad.  I smiled. "Let's go back." It was already past eight. "If you feel bad then we can just rent-"

And she started to teleport before even letting me finish, still in my arms, blushing slightly. 'But that's why I love you-' I could almost hear her say.

Marg again looked pale as the space warped. 

Maybe long-distance travel was taxing on her? 'Maybe I shouldn't ask so much of her.'

After all, everyone had their limits. 

Roughly half a minute passed. 

We'd arrived, at the hotel room.

My face lit up a little. Now we were talking! Marg did a lot for me today so I was going to have loads of fun with her-

But- "Uhg-" Marg almost threw up. She did control herself and we both went to the bathroom. More like, I carried her into the bathroom and turned on the lights.

"I-m'kay." And she proceeded to throw up. 

She was not okay!

She didn't have much in her stomach. So, the process was rather hard on her. 

I quickly grabbed a glass of water-

After five minutes, she became a bit better but- her face was still rather pale. 

"Teleporting far is bad for you?"

She nodded. 

A bolt of electricity went through me, or at least it felt like that. 

"But you still did it because I wanted to?"

She didn't nod and she didn't even look at me. 

I sighed and didn't say anything. 

She was pushing herself for my sake: she also bore the insults for my sake without a single word of rebellion either. I had to treat her better, I just had to. There was no reason for her to suffer because of me. I wanted to make her happy, not for her to sacrifice her happiness for my sake: I already had enough of that with mom sacrificing everything. I wanted us both to be happy. I wanted all of us to be happy. 

Maybe, I really was the most selfish guy in the world. But I wasn't going to stop being selfish. 

***

Roughly half an hour later, we came out and now Marg was a lot better. Her composure was a lot better too. 

She washed her face rather well and after coming out she ordered a nightgown over the built-in phone and went to the corner to take a shower. She wanted to teleport back to her room to get some clothes but I forbade her. 

All this time I didn't realize that the lights were actually turned off: or rather the main ones were. Only the bathroom lights were on. 

I did turn everything on and well- I saw Marg's body on the open-air bathtub. 

Damn you foams! I was just a second too late. I still saw loads of curves though. 

Those luscious curves, and that sublime-

The moment she saw my gaze- my very not so pure gaze- she grinned and invited me like a cat swiping its paws. Her curves jumped up a notch when she did and the bubbles invited me too. The scent in the air was very, very alluring and sultry. So, was that expression. 

I could never say no to that, no. and neither did Helio junior. Both of us made a stern salute and I took a step forward. I threw the sweater on the bed too. 

'You're all mine.'

Knock! Knock!

I really felt like breaking my teeth the way I grinded. But oh well.