Chapter 86
"What do you mean with ’this again’?" Pokora asked, looking at the drunk Oni.
"Come on, Yolin," I sighed, ignoring the Elf and shaking my head. "You’re 201 years old. Control yourself."
"Hahaha..." the drunk woman chuckled, approaching me. "You always try to get away, Natasha."
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose with my right hand. It always went this way with Yolin. I felt the effect of the alcohol and took a deep, calming breath.
"No, it always ends the same," I stubbornly refused. "You gasping for air with a satisfied smile. What about me?"
The Oni took a few steps and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Come ooooonn!" she begged with a pout. Her breath smelled of whiskey and I looked away, a little embarrassed, "I know you like it, Natasha. I know you need it as much as I do."
"Wow..." Pokora breathed out.
"It’ll be quick, I promise," Yolin continued. "You always have a big silvery smile on your face when we do it, don’t act like you don’t enjoy it."
Her black tongue lashed out and attacked my right ear, making me almost accept her offer.
"You’re drunk," I protested, knowing the woman didn’t take a no for an answer. Still, I tried to reason with her, "You’re rougher when you’re drunk. I like it when you’re gentle with me."