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Of course, I had no intention of leaving immediately. I still lacked the courage to do that. But, just knowing the possibility made me feel much more at ease. Besides, Andrea also said he would go with me.
After taking a deep breath, I left the bathroom with a confident expression. Since the unpleasant Fernando had returned as a servant, I needed to be even stricter.
But when I came out, Fernando was nowhere to be seen, and Andrea was sitting alone on the sofa. As I looked around with a puzzled expression, Andrea explained.
"I talked to Fernando and convinced him. He doesn't seem to think he should stick around the angel anymore, considering he almost harmed you. He said he'll talk to the chief again."
As Andrea walked towards me. He smelled of sand and wind, as if he had been outside.
"Maybe Fernando will be sent to another tribe, or something like that. Anyway, he won't bother Del anymore." He chuckled.
His laughter was very pleasing. I was relieved that the situation was resolved well. Andrea was good at fighting, but he was even better at giving calming advice so he was trustworthy. Well, at least I wanted to believe that.
I nodded without saying anything, went to the bed, and lay down without any response. I felt tremendous fatigue overwhelmed me. Suddenly, I noticed a centipede clinging to the corner of the ceiling. The centipede moved quietly but moved his many legs at a slow speed. It must be frustrating for that centipede.
But, I chuckled. Who was I to complain about frustration?
The centipede would be frustrated if it saw me, too. Even the centipede can walk anywhere and go outside to leave this big house whenever it wants, but what about me? who lives as if I've locked myself in this house just because of the comfort and care provided to me.
Unable to speak, not in good health, receiving divine punishment, etc. I was the one who suggested sitting quietly in this house for various reasons. When Andrea suggested leaving, I dismissed it as nonsense. It was also me who disrespected the person staying by my side, imitating someone else's unrequited love, just to boost the favorability.
Come to think of it, the house had become silent at some point. Andrea, Andrea! Why isn't he talking? Did he leave?
I quickly got up from the bed. Due to getting up too fast, everything turned pitch black in front of my eyes, and dizziness suddenly struck me. I closed my eyes tightly and touched my forehead.
At that moment, Andrea's voice came flying in.
"Del! What's wrong?"
As the dizziness subsided and my vision cleared, I opened my eyes and saw Andrea sitting by the bed. His face was serious and worried, with a handsome face. His always affectionate, beautiful pink eyes were focused on me. The man who was anxiously waiting for my response was right in front of me.
An unknown, intense, and messy emotion welled up. The once clear vision was blurred again by tears. My nose became stuffy, and heat rose to my face. The corners of my mouth kept drooping, so I raised my arm to cover my face. I didn't want to show an ugly sight of crying after becoming an angel.
However, it seemed more worrisome that I was trying not to make eye contact by suddenly bursting into tears. Andrea lowered my arm and gently cupped my face with both hands. He silently stroked my face. It was when I shamefully lowered my gaze, revealing tearful eyes, a reddened nose, cheeks flushed, swollen lips forming a downward curve, and a wrinkled chin.
"I convinced Fernando with words so that he understands"
Andrea spoke calmly. I wanted to argue that I wasn't crying because of that, but I found myself staring at Andrea's calm and firm face as if enchanted.
"Has there been many situations where the chief had you punish someone?"
Not many times. Maybe once or twice? Since it wasn't that many, I honestly nodded.
"Has he threatened to kill in front of you, if you don't show mercy?"
Nodding again.
"He's a bad person."
Andrea's words made tears well up again. The sorrow that I hadn't realized I had exploded as if it had been there all along.
I'm glad that my voice isn't coming out now. If I could speak freely, I might have whined and complained, asking for comfort like a child.
Andrea hugged my head tightly. Despite feeling suffocated from all sides, it strangely felt comforting. He continued to stroke my head as if he were handling something precious, gently kissing my temples and ears.
"It must have been tough for you. Alone, unable to speak. You must have felt really lonely. Enough to ask me to hug you."
He murmured.
"I should have just hugged you from the beginning. Right?"
Andrea's lips gradually moved from my cheeks to the corner of my eyes, to the tip of my nose, and finally reached my lips. As if I had been waiting, I opened my mouth and kissed him. It was now my second time doing it and I was much better than before.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, mixing our tongues together. Each time his tongue brushed against the roof of my mouth and traced my teeth, the area below my belly button twitched with a tickling sensation. I also tried to touch the roof of his mouth and the soft flesh inside his mouth with my tongue, but Andrea didn't seem as excited as I was. I gave up trying to conquer his mouth and just went with the flow.
As I was becoming dazed from the soul-absorbing kiss, I felt his hand moving down. Unlike before, he didn't persistently bother my nipples or touch my genitals. It was just a touch that felt good to me, stroking my back and lingering around my waist without any particular meaning.
Why is he suddenly maintaining his modesty?
Feeling a bit stifled, I took Andrea's hand and placed it on my chest. Then, I guided his index finger to touch my erect nipple.
"Haha, Del......"
Andrea stopped kissing and smiled as if he was sighing. I looked up at him with expecting eyes, intending to convey my intentions with my gaze since I couldn't express them in words. In my mind, it was a provocative look saying, 'Why won't you take me now?'
Fortunately, it seemed like my eyes communicated well. Andrea tangled his tongue even more deeply with mine. He pinched my nipples with both hands.
"ha......"
The sound of heavy breathing naturally came out.
"You did it first, Del."
Andrea whispered. My earlier thought was that Andrea wasn't as excited as I was, but now he seemed quite excited as well.
I felt Andrea's hands fumbling to undress me, but since it was a one-piece garment and quite long, it seemed endless. Andrea briefly teased with his tongue and then asked, "Do you have other clothes?" before tearing the clothes apart. The thin garment designed to let air pass through was easily ripped into rags.
From then on, it was Andrea's rampage. Although there was no milk coming out of my breasts, he sucked them. When I regained my senses, I found myself lying down with my legs awkwardly over his shoulders, and he was stimulating both my genitals and back hole with both hands.
"Ha....... Huh!"
"Today, it's slippery and moist again. Del, you really haven't done anything, right?"
Andrea made an indescribable sound while forcefully inserting three fingers.
"Haah! Huh, huh......"
Whether it was slippery or moist, it didn't matter to me, but I just wanted to escape from the feeling of being tightly filled. Why are his fingers so thick? I wanted to escape from the sensation of his rough and hard hands, but Andrea continued his relentless assault.
As Andrea's fingers pressed and brushed inside, my body trembled uncontrollably with each stroke.
"Del, to be honest, I was a bit hurt."
"Hah......!"
"Lately, you haven't looked at me, haven't spoken to me, treating me as if I'm just like anyone else... Why did you do that?"
Andrea's fingers, circling and rotating as if pressing and teasing the swollen inside of my insides, created a sensation that was both torturous and pleasurable. Just a little more, a little faster, and a bit harder, and I felt like I could reach somewhere.
Feeling this way, I shook my hips, and Andrea withdrew his fingers.
"Del tends to seek strong and immediate stimulation."
He smiled mysteriously and then grasped his thick penis, shaking it up and down. From my perspective below, in a dazed state of mind, it looked more like a weapon than a sexual organ. Unknown liquids, whether it was my semen or some mysterious fluid covered his massive penis.
"If you want that, I should give it to you. What else can I do about it"
With a fresh smile, Andrea brought his penis to my opening.