Chapter 121: Business
"I both envy and feel sorry for the women you end up with in the future..." remarked Yoruichi, exhaling a fatigued but contented sigh as she reclined against Vahn in the bath attached to his room.
"No need to feel envious..." hummed Vahn, gently massaging Yoruichi's D-Cup breasts as he asserted, "Unless you're in a relationship with someone else, I'll pound your pussy whenever you please..."
"You're way too brash and cocky..." muttered Yoruichi, closing her eyes and entrusting her weight fully to Vahn. Part of her wanted to teach him a lesson for getting carried away, but as she had never had such passionate and satisfying sex before, she felt reluctant to get on his bad side.
"Only when I have private dealings with exceptional beauties..." countered Vahn, kissing the back of Yoruichi's head before plainly stating, "Though, I should warn you. I don't share. If you choose to get involved with me and I learn you're having sex with someone else, that's that...we would still be able to work together, but I don't do second chances..."
"Mmn...noted..." responded Yoruichi, followed by a lengthy but serene silence as she wasn't in the mood to chat or think deeply about anything. She still had many questions for Vahn, but at that exact moment, she just wanted to relax and enjoy the water's pleasant fragrance and comfortable temperature...
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"Hooo? Do our rooms and beds have a self-cleaning function? That's convenient," remarked Yoruichi, emerging from the bathroom wearing nothing but an oversized black turtleneck sweater and the dark purple lace panties Vahn had provided her as pajamas.
"Something like that," responded Vahn, unabashedly cupping Yoruichi's bottom with his middle finger gently caressing her slit as he asked, "You hungry?"
Crossing her arms and looking up and back at Vahn with narrowed eyes, Yoruichi looked like she wanted to lecture him before deciding against it. Instead, she responded with a curt, "I could eat..." before stepping away from him, her hips swaying as she meandered her way over to the dining table, sat down, and rested her left cheek on the knuckles of her left hand with closed eyes, making it clear she had no intention of lending a hand if he intended to cook.