On the pillow, while Memoria was tossing and turning like a pancake, just a room away, Ivana Bennett lay on her pillow, smiling.
"Little girl, are you an adult? Just a touch and you freak out."
Thinking about the soft and hard sensations between his fingers, Ivana Bennett instinctively moved her fingers, and some amorous thoughts unconsciously arose in her mind.
Glancing at a certain part of himself that was starting to tent, he sighed softly.
"Come on, Ivana Bennett, don't be such a real rogue, okay?"
Unfortunately, that place wasn't listening.
Ivana Bennett propped himself up, walked to the restroom, and washed his face. Then, with a frustrated frown, he thought that just a touch could cause such a reaction, and it would probably take time to indulge in more.
"Ah!" He sighed lightly, smirking self-deprecatingly at his reflection in the mirror, "Ivana Bennett, Ivana Bennett, who would have thought you'd have a day like this!"
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A Country.
Royal Palace, bedroom.
