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

99 – Happiness (4)

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Just as I remembered, just as I had hoped, just as I expected.

No,

Much more than I remembered, more than I had hoped for, much more than I expected.

The love I had with her again after a long time was ecstatic.

Now, we no longer act like immature virgins and bachelors.

We were already an experienced man and woman, and all the experience we had was with each other.

Like a puzzle that was one piece from the beginning, our bodies fit inside each other and became one as if it were natural.

From then on, my mind started to race and it was difficult to properly remember what happened.

Scent, heat, touch and passionate gaze.

Like sweat that was so mixed that it was no longer clear who it belonged to, the cries and screams, provocations and pleas she let out were all tangled up in her head.

A time of mixed happiness and pleasure swept through our bodies like waves.

Our unorganized breathing penetrated each other’s messy hair.

Despite the bonfire lit in the middle of the room, it was chilly inside the cabin, but thick beads of sweat were now covering her and my body.

A bead of sweat on her forehead ran down her hair and stayed for a moment at the end of her hair.

Drops of sweat grew bigger and bigger, and soon the sweat drops fell from her hair and crashed onto her breasts beneath me.

Her chest was busily swelling and returning to the sound of her heavy breathing, and her large breasts were shaking slowly but heavily to the sound of her breathing.

I slowly collapsed onto her chest and rested my head on hers.

Her soft, soft skin stuck to her face because of the sweat.

Kongkongkong,

I could hear her heart beating fast.

I said while taking a breath.

“Why on earth… Why are you doing that?”

“Huh… what… do you mean?”

Sister Sylvia put her own hands into her hair, which was wet with her sweat.

My hair was dug between her fingers.

Once it was firmly fixed, she slowly combed my hair.

It felt so good to see her hair flowing smoothly without any sticking points and her hand sliding smoothly through it, so I mellowed out her voice like a purring cat.

“Every time… Why do you provoke me?”

“Out?”

I got off of her, my arms firmly under her armpits.

Suddenly, along with the sound of flesh falling apart, her shallow moans were heard.

I slowly lowered my upper body, like a cat or, rather, a tiger stalking its prey.

So much so that the tips of her breasts slightly brush against my chest.

She flinched and looked at me.

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“You can’t even imagine how much I’ve endured, how many times I’ll do it, how much I’ll squeeze until I pass out…”

I slowly pulled Sylvia’s upper body upward until I was facing her.

When the small, hard protrusion stuck in the middle of her chest rubbed against my chest and solar plexus area, she flinched and lifted her waist sharply.

I looked at her bright red face.

She looked at me with her watery eyes, biting her lip as if she were embarrassed.

“But anyway, I always feel like I’m going to go crazy at the end, and I beg for it to stop for a moment.”

I laughed as if it was ridiculous without even realizing it.

Breathing still unorganized and body still twitching intermittently from pleasure.

And her excited expression, somewhere between joy and shame, somehow made me smile arrogantly.

This beautiful face is far from the cool confidence or mischievousness we usually see on her, but at the same time looks fragile.

Breath as sweet as perfume made by boiling a lot of rose leaves and red eyes as moist as strawberries.

Her cheeks were red, as if she had pricked her skin with a needle and spread a lot of red blood on her cheeks.

And the rebellious resentment that still lingers, the defeat that comes from giving up and admitting everything in the face of pleasure, and the hope that someone will punish one’s rebellious attitude.

Her provocative lips clearly reveal the complex emotions tangled here and there.

It’s a woman.

So lovely, my woman.

This beautiful woman, who brilliantly captures everything from the bravery of a warrior to the shallowness of a back alley prostitute, is my love, my lover, my sister Sylvia.

I looked at her pretty face for a long time.

A barbaric desire for conquest and macho satisfaction dominated my mind.

Every time I sleep with my sister Sylvia, I am reminded that I also have this side.

I wonder if, deep down in her subconscious, it seemed to her that she was pathetic for only being protected by her.

Her urge to grab hold of her and shake her as she lay defenseless beneath me surged through her.

And, it’s really funny.

I could clearly feel the shameful desire to treat her as freely as she wanted flashed across her face.

“Sylvia.”

“Neighbor,”

Mr., Or older sister.

I removed the familiar titles and called only her name.

She wasn’t surprised, didn’t resist, or tried to correct me.

He was just quietly looking at my lips with an unpleasant frown and eyes that showed a hint of unconcealed anticipation.

I quickly realized.

She was waiting for orders.

“Get down.”

I did so willingly.

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I couldn’t remember when I fell asleep, but when I woke up and rubbed my sleepy eyes, it was already morning.

No, actually, it might be daytime.

Outside the window, which was much brighter than the dark room, was emitting bright light like white frost.

When I slowly got up, Sylvia had disappeared somewhere, and my body was covered with the deer skin that had been laid out on the floor to dry the day before yesterday.

Sylvia was worried about me sleeping naked, so I guess she covered it up.

I was very grateful for her thoughtfulness, but I thought that I was not sure if I would be able to dry her properly if things continued like this.

As the smell of musty wooden floors rising with the cold and the smell of leather that had not been properly treated and gave off a terrible odor reached my nose, I felt my mind, which was still reeling in a half-asleep state, gradually clearing up.

“Ouch…”

I shook my head gently to shake off the remaining sleep, and at the same time, I felt a dull pain throughout my body.

It must have been the aftereffects of last night, when I rolled around on the hard wooden floor without realizing it was exhausting.

Suddenly, my knee felt sore, so I looked at it and saw that there was a large crust of blood on it.

I laughed.

“I’m crazy that I didn’t know until this happened.”

Was it piled up?

Of course, I never comforted myself alone.

No, I didn’t know that I wanted color so much to enjoy it in the first place.

Am I unexpectedly a pervert?

Or is Sylvia making me lewd?

That was when I was thinking about that.

The door to the cabin opened and Sister Sylvia came in.

“You’re awake.”

“Good morning. “Sister Sylvia.”

“Yes, good morning. Ash.”

In the morning, my clothes, which I had thrown away somewhere last night, were not around, so I assumed she had gone out wearing my clothes.

However, my guess was only half correct.

It was true that she took my clothes, but Sister Sylvia was still naked.

My clothes were in her hands.

To be precise, I used my clothes as a bundle to pack a lot of things.

The door was only opened for a short time, and even in that short period of time, my whole body became bitterly cold due to the wind. I wrapped the deer skin around me like a cloak and said,

“If you brought clothes, put them on… Aren’t you cold?”

“They say a tunic like this blocks the wind to some extent. “

“But it’s still better than not wearing it at all.”

Sister Sylvia smiled and shook her head, then spoke in a dignified yet caring voice.

“I washed it because it smelled like sweat. “I also picked some fruit for the sake of it.”

“Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to do that…”

I scratched my head and smiled awkwardly.

Sister Sylvia also grinned at me, then she slowly bent down and brought her face close to my ear and whispered.

“Ash… You said ‘suck it.'”

“Yes?”

“Last night… don’t you remember?”

I said, my face turning bright red.

“That’s not what it means…”

“hehehe… Was that so?”

“You know what I mean. Mr. Sylvia.”

“I’m not sure?”

I reached out the hand hidden in her skin and hugged her neck.

“I don’t know… How did you suck it so deliciously?”

“…”

“Do you like this? “Is that why you keep provoking me?”

“…”

I smiled provocatively and waited for her answer or denial.

I wanted to see you blushing and complaining.

However, Sylvia did not say anything for a long time and just stayed quietly in my arms.

For a moment, a chill went down my spine.

Oops, did I get too excited?

It was a game that was only enjoyed in bed.

It was just a light deviation between lovers and a small situational comedy, but am I being too proud?

Well, she has the power to completely remove my bones and skin with her bare body, so what is she lacking in that she would obey me?

I thought I sweated enough last night, but suddenly cold sweat started pouring out like rain.

“Sorry…”

I muttered words of apology and slowly tried to release her arms from around her neck.

At that moment, she slowly nodded her head.

“…Yes.”

“Do you… Yes?”

“I like it… I think so… I think so.”

“…”

“No, it’s not the same… I like it. “Ash is treating me carelessly.”

Although I vaguely knew,

Hearing that shameful confession in her voice, the slight remaining sleep completely disappeared.

“I love it when Ash gives me orders… I love it.”

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