Chapter 49: Flirting is not designed for a virgin
My breath hitched at the bulge I felt under my crotch, pressing slightly into my thigh. I couldn’t help but stare down, my sight tracing the visible outline.
I had to say this; I might have one or two naughty thoughts, but I was your neighborhood prude kid, okay? Since I lived in a hospital ward for half of my life, I had no access to perverse sites and imagery. Even if my mind conjured up some scenarios, they never went ’that’ far.
Of course, it wasn’t like I never saw one—I mean, I had it myself. But feeling other’s was a first for me, even though clothing. No—I felt it that night, but my mind was so muddled that I couldn’t remember it clearly. This time though...
It finally dawned on me that we were in the kind of relationship that would naturally lead to sexual activity.
And my stupid throat decided to gulp at that thought.
Natha patted my shocked cheek gently, laughing softly all the while. "Ssh—it’s just a normal physical reaction since you keep wriggling on top of me. I couldn’t help it so cut me some slack, mm?" when I finally shifted my gaze from below to his face, he added with a smile. "It’ll go away shortly. Be patient with me for a bit,"
I stared at him for quite some time; he had an easy smile and a relaxed gaze, one hand perching on my waist and another one brushing my stray hair aside.
Honestly, I had no idea what kind of moral standard people in this world held. Valmeier was a priest, so of course he lived by upholding the anti-sin mentality; lust was one of them. While he was never in the business of preaching since he was a battle priest, he held no interest in the matter of carnal pleasure in the first place.
So I had no idea whether people in this world thought of sex as a common thing or something sacred that should only be consumed after marriage. I had no idea how much Natha expected of me in that regard—did he consider it natural to move into that phase as soon as possible, or do we need to wait for our official union?
"You’re thinking too much again," his voice stopped my train of thought, and my vacant eyes gained back their focus by staring at his handsome face. "Don’t worry about it, I won’t do anything you don’t want," he pinched my chin and pulled my waist closer. Naturally, my arms slid further into his back, and I was face to face with him again. "I can wait," he whispered against my lips, kissing me briefly.
With a sudden tightness invading my chest, I held into him and buried my face in his shoulder, biting my lips so I wouldn’t let out any sound. With a small laugh, he caressed my back and patted my waist, leaning back snuggly into the swing’s backrest.