Chapter 60: That which would never being done just once
I remember a saying; there are people who never masturbated in their whole life, but there’s no one who only did it once.
Yeah. I knew it was the truth now.
I woke up fine the next morning, probably because I already unloaded the day before, and Natha refrained himself from touching me all night, just as he promised. I did roll into his embrace in my sleep as always, but it was still safe when I woke up.
A night of peaceful sleep also seemed to calm my mind somewhat, and while I still couldn’t help but blushed a little bit from the intimacy, I was no longer overly flustered and flinched at every touch.
Wow—I was so proud of myself and bravely accepted his farewell kiss after breakfast.
Oh, you innocent little soul.
I spent the night agonizing over his leftover scent all over the bed and the pillow and it just reminded me of how I could smell all of that when he enveloped me from behind and kissed my neck and touched my chest and stroked me and...
Folks, I think I became a pervert.
Did I do it myself then? Yes. Did I spend the whole morning screaming to my pillow again? Yes. But did I snatch the pillow bearing his scent off the maid golem’s hands when they wanted to wash it?
Yes. Yes, I did that too.
"Ahh...I’m going crazy..." I laid down on the outdoor couch of the balcony, letting the breeze cleanse my dirty mind.