When They Beg, I Rise!

"Yes, but I'm trying here."

Lemira's abdomen was churning, distracting her from her focus. Probably from the spicy food she'd had earlier.

Orion noticed Lemira's pale complexion and the way her lips had lost their color. He reached out, touching her forehead to check for a fever-nothing. "You feel unwell?" he asked.

Feeling the coolness of his palm, Lemira weakly replied, "Stomach ache. Probably had too many spicy dishes."

It had been a while since she'd indulged like that; her stomach was likely not used to it anymore.

Orion withdrew his hand, turned to fetched some antacid tablets, and brought her a glass of water.

Lemira took the antacid, feeling week.

Orion took her pen away, "Stop working. Rest for today."

Lemira did feel off, suspecting her period might have also started.

As she stood up, she felt it—a telltale trickle. Her face stiffened; she knew it.

Rushing to the bathroom, she found the dreaded red stain. Just her luck. Now what?

That was when she remembered she was at other people's apartment, not her home. And she hadn't bought any pads.

after school, but then Dorian had confessed

she'd forgotten all about

her come out, knocked on the bathroom

hesitated, "Could you buy me

but come out

yet," Lemira got a

"What's

started," her cheeks flushed

grew up

men,

issues. The

their maid who had helped her

the

voice was soft, tinged with embarrassment. This was,

in relief, "I'll go buy

on the toilet, waiting for him,

to the convenience store downstairs, staring at the array of pads,

a pang of jealousy seeing

something for your girlfriend, handsome? Day or night use? We also

his slender finger, "All