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

63 – Monopoly (2)

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Sylvia developed a habit that she had never had before.

When she woke up in the morning, before she even opened her eyes, she felt for the seat next to her.

It was so overwhelming that she couldn’t believe that Ash was by her side, and it felt like she was dreaming about her every day.

After the ecstatic first night with Ash, Ash no longer used the temporary bed in the living room.

Ash came to Sylvia’s bed every night, not only after a week of losing control and lusting for each other like animals every day, but even after he stopped having s*x with her, saying he would chisel her tombstone out of piety.

Although they didn’t have s*x, falling asleep while hugging each other tightly and feeling each other’s breath on their skin were also happy days that Sylvia, who had been suffering from loneliness, was so happy that she was overflowing with resentment.

No, they should have been happy days.

I’m sure you’ll be happy…

What is this feeling of emptiness?

Sylvia touched the bed in her sleep this morning as well.

There was no Ash.

It looks like he went out early in the morning to carve the tombstone.

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes and looked at her cold, empty space.

It’s familiar.

Because it was a scene she saw every day until Ash appeared,

But now, I was very afraid of the cool texture of the empty space on the mattress.

Every space where Ash’s warmth did not remain strongly tightened Sylvia’s heart.

A small crackling sound was heard outside the window.

Two weeks have passed since we started carving the monument.

At first, Sylvia also agreed with Ash’s opinion to stop her fornication.

Her desire to provide a proper funeral for her younger sister felt so special, and her desire to atone for those who died due to her curse was something Sylvia could fully sympathize with.

To be honest, the fact that she had some peace of mind was one of the reasons why she was able to readily agree to Ash’s proposal.

Because Ash and Sylvia already have a deep relationship.

In any case, no one else’s eyes would appear in the two people’s lives, but now, no matter what anyone sees or says, the two were clearly lovers.

She was certain that she had made him hers, so she decided that it wouldn’t be a big deal to put off the ecstatic s*x for a while.

However, for some reason, I felt a little strange recently.

This situation was not just about stopping s*x.

Sylvia had a hunch that her judgment was wrong.

About four days ago, Ash had clearly started avoiding Sylvia.

The only thing that was prohibited was s*x, and kissing and hugging continued, but Ash gradually began to reduce even that.

Are you tired of my body?

Actually, we didn’t get along well during s*x, but maybe we hid it?

I wonder if my arms and abdomen, which are full of muscles, are so tight that it doesn’t feel good to hug them.

I was the only woman around me, so I only hugged her a few times, but I didn’t feel any romantic attraction?

I knew it couldn’t be so, but the anxiety and doubts that had begun to bloom in her heart were gradually filling Sylvia’s head.

Of course, in reality, Ash also wanted Sylvia so much.

On the contrary, I was holding myself back because I thought I would not be able to overcome her urge to pounce on her with just a light physical touch like a hug or a kiss, but there was no way Sylvia could have known that fact.

Is it because Ash is so kind and gentle?

Sylvia said she wanted more, but Ash was under the vague illusion that she wasn’t that hungry for s*x.

Of course, Sylvia’s thoughts were not completely wrong.

It was clear that Ash also wanted Sylvia’s body, and that he was waiting for the day to come to spend another hot night with her.

But she was not as good as Sylvia.

It was also true that, more than Ash wanted, Sylvia was desperately craving her Ash’s body, madly hungry for the heat of that ecstatic night and the lustful desire that crawled across her skin.

Whenever Ash thought of Sylvia, her lower body stiffened without realizing it.

Every time Sylvia thought of Ash, her whole body suddenly became hot and itchy, and soon the heat and itching gathered in her lower abdomen and the crack between her legs, and soon all those sensations were filled with hot water pouring down between Sylvia’s legs, drenching her. It made the entire strength of his body melt away.

Ah, even now…

Sylvia had a sad expression on her face, and with her one hand, she tightly grabbed the sheet of her empty seat where Ash was lying.

And then her other hand slowly slipped into her nightgown.

Her hands slid across her stomach, down her pelvis, and slowly down her inner thighs.

Masturbation.

Sylvia had never done that before she met Ash.

When she was attending the academy, she was completely unaware of her existence, and even when she first heard about it from the obscenities of her mischievous companions during her adventure, she did not notice anything special. There was no interest.

Let’s try it.

Should I do it?

If Ash puts his fingers inside me to the sound of hitting the stone, wouldn’t she be able to feel him to some extent?

If I mercilessly rub this crack filled with heat right now, wouldn’t this thirst be quenched just a little bit?

Sylvia slightly bit her lip, letting her hot breath escape.

“No… This is not enough”

Sylvia spoke quietly to herself and gently pulled her hand away.

She was lacking.

She was completely inadequate.

Her hands were not as soft as Ash’s, nor were they as large as Ash’s.

Above all, there was no smell of fragrant flesh that drove her Sylvia crazy, nor was there that calming warmth that warmly hugged her anxious spirit.

Although she tried to console herself with these things, she was left with only an empty feeling of emptiness that did not reach her level of satisfaction.

“Ugh…Ugh,”

Silvia’s eyes suddenly filled with tears as she felt sad.

She was truly a warrior, but now she felt like one or two shabby women who only existed in every neighborhood.

She, who went through countless crises and sacrifices and even cut off the head of her demon lord, sheds tears because of the man who left her alone.

Woman.

I was a woman after all.

Although Ash, who had made her like this, was so mean to Sylvia, she loved him who had turned her into the woman she fell in love with.

Ash and Sylvia actually became aware of s*x relatively late compared to ordinary people.

However, as the desire bloomed late, it grew bigger and stronger, as if it were exploding.

Ash lived a peaceful life in the Goldfield estate, which boasts beautiful scenery.

And Sylvia, who has mastered self-control through a lifetime of training to push herself hard.

For both of these people, love comes late, a beautiful partner to share affectionate love with, and the satisfaction and desire to conquer that comes from the fact that the other person wants them.

In the face of a burning s*xual desire that melted away all reason, I could not help but drool like an animal facing a piece of meat.

Sylvia got up from the bed.

At the height of my heat, I abstained for two weeks.

For the past four days, there has been no kissing or hugging.

She couldn’t bear it any longer.

No matter how much it is a tombstone, no matter how much it is Laila, no matter how much it is to honor the soul of an innocent victim.

Now Sylvia couldn’t bear it anymore.

No, I didn’t want to endure it.

“I love Ash.”

And Ash loves me too.

Sylvia clearly knew that fact.

So, shouldn’t you make me anxious like this?

You shouldn’t make me this anxious.

She couldn’t possibly be polite to the person she loves.

Sylvia walked with long strides in her pajamas toward the back yard of her cabin.

It was a somewhat hasty step.

Of course, Sylvia had already reached the limit of her patience, but she did not care for Ash’s sister or want to mock the dead.

So, all it takes is one hug and one kiss.

I will consider it that way.

I’ll just put up with that for now.

Huh?

Sylvia arrived at her backyard with that promise.

Ash was resting, looking up at the sky in a daze, as if her hands were sore from carving her stone.

I can also hear someone muttering something.

Just looking at Ash’s face made her feel the sense of loss that had filled her heart just moments ago, scattering away like grains of sand in her water.

But at the same time, the itching between my legs was getting a little worse.

Silvia blushed, closed her legs, and muffled her footsteps as her lower body suddenly became wet as if in a flood.

Quickly, right now…

It doesn’t have to be s*x… Just a hug is fine…

Hug, once, kiss… Just once.

Just once…

Sylvia pledged to do so and carefully approached Ash, who was muttering to herself.

Ash was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice Sylvia approaching.

Ash’s soft voice softly entered Sylvia’s ears.

“I hope my sister is doing well.”

Ash looked up at the distant sky with a somewhat nostalgic gaze and muttered that.

It was clearly an expression that Sylvia had never seen before.

‘I hope you are doing well.’

This sentence is somewhat awkward to say to a housemate.

Her instincts as a woman screamed.

This isn’t something I’m saying to myself.

She’s probably… That’s her fiancee.

I feel the itchiness between my legs and the heat that was burning my whole body disappearing in an instant.

Sylvia pressed her trembling cheek and said with a forced smile.

“…Who are you talking about?”

Ash… What is it?

What is that expression?

Why are you so surprised?

Like someone caught doing something wrong.

Sylvia’s voice sank lower and lower.

Her voice was low and heavy, like the black desire sinking into the deep sea.

“Who were you thinking of?”

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