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

67 – Monopoly (6)

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“Haa… Haa…”

“Ash…”

She cupped my face with her breasts, hugged my head tightly, and poured out her heavy breath on my head.

At the same time that the white paint that signaled the end was pouring down between our lower bodies, which were tightly clinging to each other, she called my name just once in a voice full of exclamation, as if spitting it out with a sigh, and then slowly lifted her upper body. .

As if they didn’t want to separate, their skin, full of moisture, was tightly attached to each other, and they grasped each other’s skin with their fingertips, and finally fell apart with a loud sound.

Only after the sweet-smelling lump of flesh that had filled my nose and mouth withdrew far away did I inhale air into my lungs, which were repeatedly contracting and relaxing with such force that I felt as if I would explode.

Sylvia said as she rubbed the evidence of my arousal that had spilled over her abdomen onto her own skin.

“It was so good. “I feel like I can finally live.”

“Haa… Haaa…Silvia.”

“hehehe, yes, Ash.”

“…I’m sorry,”

“Hmm? What?”

“Haa… Looking at what you did today… I guess you really endured a lot.”

How many times did I do this?

Really, without the slightest exaggeration, I thought my back was going to be shattered.

Even if I had fought the bear that attacked me a month ago, I wouldn’t have been this tired.

Sylvia, who was looking at my completely exhausted appearance, walked towards me with a bright red face, nodded her head slightly, and kissed my cheek. .

“So please don’t make me pile up.”

Silvia’s face, as she spat out a warning mixed with charm along with her light kiss, had the look of a young girl.

A very beautiful and cute girl in love.

I was once again surprised by that appearance and looked at it for a while.

Why didn’t I know about this until now?

It was so easy to see how much she loved me, so why did I say such ugly things?

Silvia didn’t know how fast I was, and she hugged my neck tightly.

Once again, her skin stuck to my body like mud.

Her body, beautifully crushed like freshly baked soft bread on my chest, was like a drug, overflowing with a strange charm that made me want to touch it even when I touched it, and want to see it even when I looked at it.

I put my arms on her sticky back, patted her head, and hugged her.

Sylvia’s hair slipped gently over my face.

Although it was wet with various moisture such as sweat and saliva and clumped into many strands, her hair still had a beautiful and transparent shine.

I raised my hand to ruffle her hair, but it ended up falling on her table.

There was already no strength left in her body.

“Silvia…”

“…Sister. “I have to call you sister now.”

“I don’t like it.”

“…Ash.”

“You can’t control your excitement when I call you sister. I almost died…”

“…A terrible death”

Did the title “Sister” Ignite her heart?

Or was it because it was an affair that was finally completed after waiting patiently for this week?

As she declared, Sylvia lusted after my body excessively, as if she was competing with someone else.

I’m sure she knows that the only woman I know is her, but I don’t know what made her anxious, but even in the waves of pleasure that surged and pierced her brain, her hands and tongue, filled with obsessive desire for exclusiveness, I touched and tasted every inch of my body.

Perhaps, now there is not a single part of my body left that has not been touched by her, from the hair of my head to the tips of my toes.

“Ugh.”

I chewed my lip as the bruise-like muscle pain remained all over my body.

Her hands held me tighter than ever, and her waist rocked back and forth the most violently it had ever done.

I was frightened by the hot breath she let out while being very excited, so I tried to give orders to stop her, but every time I did that, Sylvia said, ‘What kind of habit do you talk to your sister?’ And pressed my body tightly. More stimulation was poured in

I had no choice but to twist her whole body and let out a whistling sound, and I made a firm determination in the dizzying pleasure she gave me.

From now on, I will never hoard her s*xual desires.

There was no need to say more as this large table, which looked as if a huge log had been cut and only the top part polished smooth, was shaking.

As I slowly caught my breath and swallowed her saliva, her sigh flowing from beyond her throat was filled with her scent.

Her entire body was filled with Mr. Sylvia, both outside and inside.

Perhaps this was how she felt as she drank ravenously, squeezing down her writhing throat without stopping, making her gulping noises loudly.

I said with a hollow smile.

“hahahaha… Still, it would be a happy ending if I got lucky…”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why?”

“I won’t die, I won’t kill you. “I’m going to live like this with you for a long time…”

Sister Sylvia said that and shook her head left and right in my arms.

The manly appearance he always showed in front of me, and the forceful appearance he showed by climbing on top of me just a moment ago.

Her gestures were filled with a loveliness that was completely different from her appearance.

Just like the two of us showed on that first night.

The sight was so cute that I spit out the words without even going through my brain, like a leg popping out reflexively when you tap your knee.

“…I love you.”

She also answered right away.

“I love you more, more.”

My body still hasn’t regained its strength.

As I put my head down on the table helplessly, a slight smell of sweat mixed with the scent of wood rose up.

Since this wooden table had no coating, it was clear that the smell of the two of us would permeate for a long time.

Thinking back to the sheets that were always soaked after having s*x with her, I should have expected something like this to happen.

I will have to continue eating at this table from now on, which is a big deal.

“Silvia”

“Huh?”

“Let’s stop doing things at the table from now on.”

Honestly, my body hurts so much because I keep bumping into this hard table.

Sylvia slowly put her hand under my back and swept her table. She buried her head in my arms and just nodded her head without saying a word.

Her ears were bright red.

She seemed to feel embarrassed belatedly when she checked the water stains she had made.

It was a natural result as we walked in without hesitation, holding each other’s hands and walking in the heat of desire.

“…It’s hot.”

“Yes,”

I left the window wide open since no one would be listening anyway, but the inside of the cabin was sweltering with heat mixed with the sweet smell of sweat.

I was sprawled out on the table, breathing almost back to normal, and she was closing her eyes, putting her face against my chest, which was moving at a gradually slow and regular pace.

Her body, drenched in a mixture of liquids that I couldn’t even tell was mine or hers, was shiny from the setting sun coming through the window.

Even now, the lingering pain hasn’t gone away and my body, which was shaking, probably won’t be much different.

“It’s pretty.”

“…”

“Silvia is pretty.”

“…Ugh”

“…?”

Sylvia didn’t say anything.

She lowered her head and hid her face with her flowing bangs, but even through her golden, thin curtain of hair, her new, flushed face was clearly visible.

I opened my eyes tentatively and then laughed.

I wanted to see more.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like her moving roughly as if she was going to eat me.

It was surprising how my body changed every time, becoming stiffer and stiffer, and there was no way I could dislike it.

I really liked the fact that she lusted after me like an animal, but her cute appearance that satisfied me to the extent that I even surprised myself sometimes wondering if I had such sadistic feelings instilled deep in my heart a different kind of satisfaction than that ecstatic love affair.

I said with a mischievous smile.

“Silvia sister… She’s so pretty.”

“Stop…”

“…Why sister?”

“You really…”

Ms. Sylvia suddenly raised her head, put her hands under my back and under her knees, and lifted them up.

Suddenly losing control of her center of gravity and struggling in the air, I reflexively wrapped my arms around her neck to support my body.

She looked at my face and her newly red cheeks fluttered.

She fluttered her lower eyelids and lips, slowly twisted her lips and spoke.

“If you keep provoking her, doesn’t that mean she’s confident?”

“…Huh?”

“I’m wet again.”

“Now, wait… Sister? No, Sylvia. “Isn’t that a bit much?”

“Heh… Okay Ash. As you said, now I can even sleep in bed…”

“No, no, I made a mistake.”

“It’s late.”

She lifted me up and walked straight to her room.

In the end, the passionate affair with her that started in the morning ended around the time she set, but it soon started again and continued until night.

We were able to calm down only after the sound of owls hooting became deep into the night.

In fact, rather than calming down, it would be more accurate to say that I stopped because I felt exhilarating pain as the part where our bodies continued to overlap was slightly torn apart.

After finishing our affair, we had a quick meal with the fruits we had picked earlier, then went into the river, hugged each other, and washed off the sweat.

Even in the river, our bodies did not fall.

We hugged, stroked each other’s thighs, and even if we couldn’t do anything, we at least held hands.

The part of our skin that was attached to each other the longest was our lips.

As if her lips were smeared with the honey of forbidden pleasure, as soon as she crossed her lips and intertwined her tongue, her head immediately floated again.

Sylvia laughed as she noticed the change in my body again, but she didn’t go any further than that.

After washing ourselves, we came back, took off the sheets, laid down on the bed, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, or rather midday, I woke up and carved Lila’s headstone with a bit of guilt.

Could it be that she betrayed her desire and dishonored the gravestone of her one and only sister?

In the midst of such regret and guilt, she used to chisel the tombstone while repeatedly spitting out her words of apology to Laila.

At the end of the day, Sylvia wanted my body without a doubt, and I could never refuse her.

Is this okay?

Is this really okay?

Although I felt anxious, the monument that was completed five days later was so beautifully carved that it could not be compared to the previous five monuments.

“…Ash, even if you don’t like his mouth, his body is honest. In many ways.”

“…”

“I guess you’ll feel stronger now that you’re sleeping with me.”

“…Ugh”

Sylvia smiled lewdly and massaged my buttocks.

“Now, let’s give Lila a proper funeral again.”

“That’s right.”

“Oh, and Ash. “I have a gift for you.”

“A gift?”

She approached the bushes in the corner of the backyard of the cabin, lifted up a large wooden box hidden there, and brought it out.

I looked at it with wide eyes.

Sylvia said as she put down the box in front of me.

“While Ash was making her headstone, I also made it secretly.”

“…”

“Honestly, when I asked, I just roughly buried it. “At that time… I never thought Ash would become this important person to me.”

“…Ah,”

“Now, let’s send Lila away properly. Ash.”

It was a coffin.

It was an excellent coffin with a small space for burial goods.

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