I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me

17 – Sleeping (3)

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Of course, there is no one in this forest except her and me.

A situation where moaning is heard from the room of a woman living together.

In this situation, how should a man in his twenties with a strong body behave?

I’ll be embarrassed, so should I pretend I don’t know?

Or… should I ask for some silence?

If you are in love with each other, it would be nice to go inside.

But, unfortunately, she and I weren’t lovers, or anything like that.

I couldn’t hide my embarrassment at the sudden sound of moans coming from the room, and at the same time, I began to think about what the hell was going on between her and me.

She is my benefactor, and I am her roommate.

I passed on the curse left by the demon king from her, and that’s how the two of us shared the same curse.

We have no choice but to rely on each other here for the rest of our lives.

Of course, it wasn’t a lover or a lover.

She was too great a person to have such a relationship in the first place, so I dare not even look at Sylvia that way.

But, what does she think of me?

I thought back to the scene where she sniffed my quilt and how she sat on top of me yesterday and gobbled up my food.

I don’t own anything, and now I’m a bottom man without even a family, so I don’t dare to look at her.

But, what if she has feelings for me?

Suddenly, my heart thumped violently.

It seems that the sound of drums, so loud and loud that it is incomparable to the sound of a grasshopper or an owl, directly vibrates the inside of the ear canal.

Sylvia is me?

isn’t it?

No matter how lonely you are, sleeping in a house where a man you don’t usually like lives together… Do you comfort him?

I tried to ignore the flushing in my face, and for a long time I concentrated on the moans coming from the room, swallowing my saliva.

Sylvia-san’s cries of pain were small and slow, but they certainly continued uninterrupted.

Although there was no clock anywhere in this cabin, I could tell without looking at it that her moaning was going on for a very long time.

Um… you must have been alone for a long time, so… you must have accumulated a lot.

Of course I don’t know anything about female self-consolation, but it has, how to say, lasted much longer than my humble imagination.

You have great endurance.

Well, since he’s a warrior, his strength must be amazing.

While I was having such stupid thoughts, I realized something and stood up.

asshole. Are you insane?

It is obviously an abnormal situation to continue to be sick for such a long time.

Wasn’t there something wrong with Sylvia’s body?

Could I have a disease somewhere?

According to common sense, if you keep hearing this kind of moaning, you should have thought about where it hurts first.

I scolded myself for my pathetic and shallow thinking and slowly got out of bed and approached Sylvia-san’s room.

As I approached Sylvia’s door, I could see even more clearly that this groan was hers.

When I put the door in front of me, the opening hesitated.

It’s the first time I’ve entered her room, and if she’s not sick, but just comforting herself like my delusion…

It was difficult to guess what would happen after that.

At least it is certain that you will spend a more awkward and suffocating time that cannot be compared to the awkward dinner time you have experienced a few times in the meantime.

After much deliberation, I decided to open the door very slightly and take a look inside.

If it is true that she is in pain, you can go into the room, if not, you can leave here quietly.

A perfect plan.

I opened the door very carefully.

He had promised himself several times that he would never want to see her rudeness.

I slowly grabbed the doorknob and opened it, and the wooden door opened quietly without making a sound.

I poked my head through the small crack in the door and carefully peered inside.

It was a dark night, so it was difficult to see inside the room.

All she could see was her large bed, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in from the window.

It felt as if the lights only illuminated the image of Mr. Sylvia lying on the bed.

“… What is that.”

I kicked in the door and approached Sylvia.

“Sylvia!”

“Whoops, whoops, whoops!”

Sylvia was choking herself.

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Without even understanding the scene unfolding before my eyes, I rushed at Mr. Sylvia and tried to free my hands from her tightly gripped neck.

In the moonlight, her face was red, almost purple.

No matter how hard I tried, it was impossible for me to remove her arm.

I clenched my teeth and forcibly removed one of my little fingers from squeezing her throat.

“profit!”

As she pulled her little finger back with force, her hand slid away from her neck, perhaps hoping to avoid breaking it.

I pressed her hand down with my knee, climbed onto her torso, and removed the other hand in the same way.

As expected, she held on with great strength, but in the end, even her remaining hand fell off her neck.

There were clear handprints on her neck.

After putting one hand on her knee and the other hand on mine, she slowly stopped resisting.

I said with a heavy breath.

“…Ha, Mr. Sylvia… What the hell is this?”

I couldn’t speak until the end and kept my mouth shut.

Surprisingly, Mr. Sylvia was still soundly asleep.

Her eyebrows were furrowed and her expression was full of distress, but she was clearly sleeping despite all this chaos.

If so, had she just strangled herself in her sleep?

why?

“… What are you talking about in your sleep? oh my god.”

Sylvia was breathing evenly as if nothing had happened.

However, the clear handprints on her neck were clear evidence that it was not my delusion or hallucination.

There were no more painful groans like when he was strangled, but a faint grunting sound was still coming out.

It was the sound I heard lying in bed.

“…What are you dreaming of?”

When the tension was relieved, I calmed my surprised heart and took a slow breath.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt something strange and looked at her face between my crotch.

It was only then that I could barely figure out what I was doing.

A man sitting on the chest of a sleeping woman.

Between my legs, I could barely touch her mouth.

It was a posture that seemed several times more dangerous than when she climbed on top of me in the morning.

“… No, it’s not like that.”

I watched her hand nervously to see if she would strangle me again, and slowly removed my knee from pressing her hand.

And he came down from above so that she would not wake up.

It was strange that he still didn’t wake up after all this fuss.

“Miss Sylvia… are you not awake by any chance?”

There was no answer coming back.

Only the steady, slow breathing continued.

I cautiously approached her.

Her face, no, her whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and her painful expression was contorting every moment.

The regular, even breathing sound also bounced from time to time along with moaning.

She seemed to be suffering from terrifying nightmares.

“…”

I carefully held the flinching Sylvia’s hand.

I felt my hand fit into hers like a puzzle piece.

She unconsciously squeezed my hand in her sleep.

The hard calluses embedded in the convex flesh of her palms dug deep into my soft hands.

With my free hand, I took a small cloth from my pocket and carefully wiped the sweat from her face.

She was sweating so much that the pieces of cloth quickly became wet.

The amount of sweat shed while sleeping was enough to make me wonder if I was dehydrated.

“What are you dreaming about?”

Perhaps the reason she asked me to sleep with her was because she wanted to help herself suffering from this nightmare.

I looked down at her with that thought in mind.

Do you have suicidal thoughts in your sleep?

It’s something I’ve never heard of.

However, it was impossible to ignore what he had seen with his own two eyes.

What if I had to spend four years alone in a place where no one was around?

Maybe it’s something that can go crazy.

Then, what if I had to be trapped alone in a place where no one was around, suffering, but not leaving the place with my own will?

If so, you will not be able to endure it without going crazy.

It will be difficult even to overcome the urge to die every night.

Feeling sorry for her, I gently touched the handprint on her neck.

She failed because the curse prevented her from dying.

Judging by the handprints, it seemed that he was strangling himself with such force that an ordinary person would have broken his neck bones before asphyxiation.

I’ve heard of people tying a rope around their necks, but I’ve never heard of people choking themselves to death with their own hands.

Maybe it’s because I told her that your journey had failed.

Could it be that she is feeling guilty enough to die because of my anger?

I shed tears realizing all over again how pathetic and ugly I was.

“…sorry. Mr. Sylvia…”

It was so ugly.

I am ungrateful.

Did I push her to this extent because she, who confined herself to this solitude for a better world after saving the world, was only a little dark about the world and made a mistake?

asshole.

“I’m sorry… really.”

I put my forehead in her hand and apologized.

When her face touched the sheet, she could see that even her sheet was damp all over.

I wondered if she was overheated, so I slowly lifted the duvet she was half covered with.

The thin pajamas she had never seen before were wet with sweat and clinging to her body.

It was as if I had jumped into the river in my nightgown.

Even after revealing her face, she usually liked to wear a robe that covered her entire body, so it seemed like the first time I had ever seen her body lines so clearly revealed.

The day I first saw her face,

While following Sylvia on her way to the riverside, the sight of her naked body that I happened to see passed through my mind.

At that time, I was so surprised that I quickly turned my eyes away, so I couldn’t take a closer look, but when I saw her body like this, it was somehow fresh and very strange at the same time.

The pelvis looked quite round and large with a solid yet sleek waist.

It was just as mesmerizing to see her full breasts rise and fall with the sound of her breathing, swaying shallowly, and rocking from side to side in response to the occasional moaning and shaking of her body.

In addition, while watching all these spectacles, Mr. Sylvia’s body odor was dizzyingly full.

I said while wiping my tears.

“Still, I think it would be difficult to sleep together. It’s because of me, not Sylvia. Because I keep having strange thoughts.”

I couldn’t fall asleep, but I was completely sleepy because I was so surprised.

I still held Sylvia’s hand and stayed by her side until dawn.

I was afraid that if I left, she would strangle her again.

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As the dawn slowly dawned, I carefully separated her hand and stood up.

If I were there when she opened her eyes, she might be embarrassed.

Thinking so, I left her room as quietly as possible.

Her door closed as quietly as when it first opened.

“…phew,”

I let out a small sigh and sighed softly.

“Day and night finally changed,”

At that time, I didn’t notice.

Suddenly, her expression became more comfortable, and her moaning was no longer heard.

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Sylvia woke up a little later in the morning than usual.

From that point on, it was already a mystery to her.

I used to wake up earlier than usual on days when I had nightmares, but today I slept in even later?

In addition, his body was strangely refreshed for having suffered from nightmares.

Usually, it was normal for the whole body to be swollen when you open your eyes because the tension in your whole body was tight even while you were sleeping on the night when you had a nightmare.

“…What, did you not have a nightmare?”

She slowly groped herself.

A little dry, but still damp.

This time, he tried to hold his own neck.

Her handprints, swollen and swollen to the thickness of her fingers, remained.

“No, I was sure I was.”

But why do I feel so refreshed and clear today?

Besides, it wasn’t just refreshing.

A sense of emptiness remained in his fingertips, as if he had lost the sword he had held in his hand for the rest of his life.

Puzzled by the feeling, she slowly took off her sweaty pajamas.

The wet clothes fell heavily down her legs.

After changing into a loose robe, she slowly opened the door and stepped out.

“Oh, are you awake?”

As soon as he left the room, Ash greeted him warmly.

Ah, Ash.

You woke up early today

The moment I look at his face while thinking about that.

“…ah,”

“…Sylvia-san?”

“It is you.”

“…yes?”

She could understand everything.

That he took care of himself in the middle of the night.

Even she couldn’t understand why, but it was clear nonetheless.

That inexplicable sense of loss that remained at your fingertips.

It was because the loss disappeared like snow melting the moment I saw his face.

It was a feeling close to an instinctive realization.

“Why didn’t you go to sleep with me first?”

“…yes?”

Ash looked at Sylvia with a puzzled expression.

“Ah, that… hehehe, you were also awake then?”

“…”

Sylvia pulled Ash’s hand tightly.

“Ahh!”

Then he took his body into his arms.

It feels as if my body, lying naked on the street, is covered with warm fur.

Warmth was not a presence, but the absence of a sense of loss filled his entire body.

“…Uh, Mr. Sylvia?”

“…”

Oh, I see.

Sylvia noticed only then.

As soon as I touched his body, I felt a large piece of stone embedded in my heart melt away without a trace.

The name of the stone sculpture was Solitude.

“ash.”

I didn’t live with him because of the curse.

If he had simply been worried about the curse, he would have built a useful log cabin that was still left in the ruins of this village and given him a place to live in.

I didn’t want to sleep with him because I was worried about his back.

Even if it’s not a bed, there must be a way to make a comfortable bed.

Right now, aren’t there things like rocking chairs in the backyard?

That’s why Sylvia finally realized her feelings.

“You can’t go anywhere now.”

“…yes? He, I know?”

I didn’t want to go back to that solitude again.

He didn’t want to go back to that time when there was no one to talk to, no one to answer, no one to look after him, no one to comfort him, no one to smile at him.

The feeling of loss that remained in my fingertips was terrifying.

She hugged Ash even tighter in her arms.

“Sil, Mr. Sylvia?”

A quiet chill slowly swirled in her red eyes.

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