"..."
"It's so good…" Hector slightly released a long breath while hugging the soft, warm object comforting him.
It might have been the first time he had ever slept so happily, so he hugged the object even tighter—until someone by him whimpered.
"Hh?" Hector slowly opened his eyes, glancing around while lying in bed.
"Oh, shit!..."
When he slowly lowered his head, he recognized that the "object" he was hugging onto his chest with both arms was actually a young girl.
That girl was Violet!
At that moment, she clung to him tightly. Just from the look of satisfaction on her face, he could tell how much she wanted to keep hugging him. She drooled onto Hector's chest, even smiling occasionally, and was as if savoring some exquisite dish.
If he were an ordinary man—a perverted one like so many others—he might have felt delighted. But he couldn't. Instead, a strange wave of guilt washed over him, a guilt without any clear reason, yet heavy like a sin.
