Since yesterday, the atmosphere in the cabin had been extremely desolate.
Even when he was grilling meat, he noticed something, and even when he took out the blanket, he glanced to check the warrior's condition.
'…I think I was doing rehabilitation alone last night.'
Looks like that didn't work out.
The wound wasn't completely healed to begin with, but the warrior was in a hurry to undergo rehabilitation treatment.
I could fully understand that feeling. You probably want to show that you can do something, even just a little bit. Not necessarily to me, but to her herself.
But in the end, I am not her psychologist. A bastard like that wouldn't bring a beautiful woman and put his hands on her breasts and massage them.
First of all, I have to treat her in the most casual way so she can worry less.
With that in mind, I opened the door.
"…did you come."
There, I saw a woman with warm sunlight shining through the window.
I could tell just by looking at the profile. It's beautiful.
On the contrary, it seemed helpless. To hide the dull, lifeless eyes and the large scar on one eye, she covered it with long bangs.
"…I couldn't say this yesterday. Thank you for saving me. My dear."
The miserable look of the woman who faced me, trying to pretend she was okay, made her look like she had been hurt more than I thought.
I said, holding out a steaming bowl to her.
"Could you have some porridge?"
"…I don't eat picky anymore. I will eat everything you give me."
As she said, she ate the salty porridge, which was quite controversial, but she ate it without changing her expression.
At first, I held the spoon, but then I spilled everything I was holding and said with an expressionless face, "…I'm sorry. Even these points are useless, so I took ten years to say it.
Perhaps because she was a woman, her expression seemed to have improved slightly after filling her stomach.
After putting away what we had eaten, she spoke to me.
"…Now that I think about it, the bandages and clothes have changed. The armor has come off."
This is why I followed you to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
"That's-"
"I'm not trying to criticize you. Anyway, I am… the one being targeted by the country, and there is nothing you have done to me that cannot be governed by the law. Even if a sex slave is raped, think as if nothing happened."
My mouth fell silent for a moment at the direct analogy.
"…You mentioned such a heavy topic. Yes, what I originally wanted to ask was… how was my body?"
"Yes?"
"It's not about appreciation. He asked about my physical condition."
"Ah."
"…monster,"
"If you continue like this, your body will get better. I just can't run or lift heavy objects…"
"I see."
Contrary to expectations, her answer was simple.
After hearing those words, she entered the room and heard the sound of a blanket being covered.
After finishing the dishes, I naturally sat down next to her, took out a potion, and said,
"Wake up, drink this first, and then go back to sleep."
"…I understand."
As if she immediately agreed to my words, she slowly stood up and took the potion, revealing her alluring upper body.
Here's why it's so alluring. Because I was literally naked.
The clothes were lowered to the point where the important part of her breasts was exposed.
A gaze that draws you in as if you are being pulled into a black hole. She asked, looking closely into my eyes.
"…how about it,"
"Yes, yes…??"
I raised my head as the hero's gaze suddenly struck me.
However, she asked again, 'How are you feeling?' He said and took a step closer to me.
"What do you think…"
"I asked if I could lust after my breasts, which were covered in scars."
ah. Did you mean that?
There are no scars on my breasts.
It's a bit bad on my shoulder. The words tried to come out by themselves.
Hearing her helpless yet weak voice, I regained my solemn mood and opened my lips.
"What do you mean? Hurry up and start dressing properly."
"…I'm sorry, but I can't do that."
"Yes?"
However, the answer that came back was that it was not possible.
Then what is it? Let's have sex?
An accident occurred.
"You can attack me here. If you like it."
I never thought that would be real.
"…?"
"Even after seeing her like this, she definitely kept her hymen. It's still the same."
As she said that while placing her hand on her lower abdomen and uterus, her face seemed to have already accepted her situation.
"…Is there any reason? We haven't even introduced ourselves to each other yet."
"…My name is Amelia. Even though she is now an exiled warrior… she is just… a useless woman who can't do anything."
"No, I'm not saying we should do it now…"
"I haven't heard your name yet."
"…People are so reckless."
"…I'm sorry. Do you dislike this type of personality?"
"....No. Let me start by telling you my name. Feel free to call me Yooseong."
"…Meteor, meteor. meteor. meteor. I definitely… remembered."
She lowered her head for a moment and then started calling my name repeatedly.
As I watched Amelia repeating my name for a long time as if she would never forget it, I realized that I had forgotten the most important thing.
"Anyway… What do you mean by asking me to attack you?"
"It's literally true. I am giving you my virginity… no, I am offering it to you."
Before you know it, the tone of voice has changed to one that seems to put you down. Even though he's a warrior, isn't he treating himself too much like a sex slave? I thought:
The sight of Amelia clinging to me while saying that was quite provocative and alluring. That's right too. For Mosolada, who has reached the age of 40 (including her age in this world), holding hands is still a difficult task. Is this close embrace what I wanted…?
"Look at my face."
Amelia's large breasts overlap my body. It was natural since our bodies were close together.
Amelia was struggling to move her upper body up and down, so I felt a soft, chewy texture like rice cake.
"…Can't you just stay still for a little while? It's a little difficult though."
Then, she held both of my chins, stretched out her large breasts, and put my hands inside them.
Dry saliva passes over the neck area. He was held by the woman's small hand, and before he knew it, he was looking down at Amelia's chest, which had reached a distance where he could reach the pink tip if he stretched out his hand just a little.
"…"
Hmm, my body trembled once. Soon, with eyes filled with determination, he pulls my hand once more and puts his hand further into my clothes.
When I lowered my head a little, I could see from the outside that a hand had been placed on her large breast, which was sticking out in the shape of a watermelon.
From the side chest to the bottom chest, which was slightly sweaty.
The texture was so soft that I wondered if it would be okay to have a texture like this in the world.
It feels a little different from the last time I just hugged him from behind and made a noise.
Her large breasts, pushing up the bulky size of a slightly large men's top, kept stealing my attention.
Even if I tried to look at something else, I couldn't see anything because everything was covered by her big breasts in the situation where we were so close together.
"…Does it feel good?"
Father, do I still feel like my mouth is gaping and I can barely move the tips of my fingers?
With all the fingers spread out and the cloth spread out, the hand went up to the large chest, and then slowly moved back and forth, occasionally passing over the dented apex.
Then, the moment it rises slightly from the bottom to the top, it churns. I felt a chest so huge that I could hear the sound effect at my fingertips.
"…ugh,"
However, in this situation, I move my hands as actively as before. The reason for not attacking right away was simple.
This was because Amelia was still very sick.
Moreover, if you are dejected and say you don't know how to do anything properly, and are offering your virginity to me under the pretext of 'compensation' for proving your usefulness to me.
I'm no different from using Amelia just like a street prostitute. I didn't want that.
I finally grabbed hold of the string of reason that was about to break and forcibly withdrew my hand.
Amelia, who looked embarrassed, raised her head and looked at me.
The eyes were trembling with fear. As if he had been the victim of some kind of domestic violence in the past.
"…You didn't like the feel…? Sorry, sorry."
As if my situation was pitiful, I cried and reflexively lowered my gaze again.
I said, placing my hand on Amelia's head.
"You don't have to do this to me if you don't want to."
"That's not what I'm trying to say. I continue to receive endless amounts of food, shelter, and potions whose prices I cannot even estimate from you."
"…even so."
"That potion is expensive. I have drunk many failed potions as a child. So I could tell. That you used all the best products for me. Obtaining such a potion now that the war is over is like picking a star in the sky. So… So… I am Yoosung. I have to repay you… So, I have to prove my worth."
"You don't have to do that."
"Give me… a job that I can do. I… can do it well."
"…"
Words don't make sense.
To be honest, what can Amelia do now?
does not exist.
When washing dishes, you can't even hold the dishes properly, and if you do it wrong, you can break all the dishes.
In fact, even standing still causes me to stumble. It looked quite dangerous.
She forced herself to come and followed me to the kitchen, and then came to the bedroom with a white flag.
As proof of that. Now Amelia's knees and legs were shaking intermittently.
That's why I took a break.
Amelia, who could not have known that intention, came closer to me and spoke.
"So, yes… I'm going to use a tool to deal with sexual desires."
"…"
You're very welcome, though.