Chapter 34: Second Power [1]
An hour had crawled by since I had sex with Elena to cure her.
A soft rustling sound drew my attention as Elena’s eyelashes began to flutter. Her breathing changed, becoming less deep and regular. I straightened in my chair, unsure of what to expect when she fully awakened.
"Hn..." The small sound escaped her lips as consciousness slowly returned.
Elena’s eyes opened gradually. For a moment, she stared at the ceiling above, her expression blank and confused. Then, as awareness crept back into her features, she attempted to sit up.
A sharp intake of breath accompanied her movement, and her face immediately contorted in discomfort. Her brow furrowed deeply as the reality of her physical state became apparent. The pain was clearly significant down there...
"Careful," I said softly, making no move to help her. The last thing she needed was my hands on her again so soon I believe.
Elena managed to raise her upper body despite the discomfort, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand. Her movements were slow, each shift of position causing her to wince slightly. She looked around the small room with growing awareness before she froze.
Her gaze traveled downward to her legs, and the memory of what had happened crashed over her like a cold wave. Instinctively, her thighs pressed together and her hands moved to pull her skirt down, though it was already properly positioned. The gesture was purely reflexive – a attempt to reclaim some measure of modesty after the intimate violation of her body.
I had taken care to dress her properly afterward, ensuring her clothing was neat and arranged as if nothing had occurred. But clothing couldn’t erase the physical evidence of what had transpired between us.
Elena’s hand trembled as she reached for her shirt, checking to make sure it was properly buttoned. Everything appeared normal on the surface, but the persistent ache between her legs served as an undeniable confirmation of her lost innocence.
When she finally looked in my direction, her eyes were filled with a complex mixture of emotions – embarrassment, confusion, and something that might have been gratitude warring with shame. I sat there awkwardly, unsure of how to meet her gaze.
"Sorry," I began, my voice rougher than intended. "I couldn’t just... leave you like that. I found some water and tissues in the supply cabinet over there." I gestured toward the corner of the room. "I used them to clean... to clean you down there, and I wiped down the table and... well, I tried to make you comfortable. But I didn’t do anything else, I promise. I just wanted you to wake up with some dignity intact."