Chapter 35
Tina recalled how Cain had pushed his tongue inside her, and pressed her own fingers deep into herself. Her slick, saturated depths eagerly accepted the intrusion as it mingled with the bathwater.
Tina still did not know that what she was doing, giving herself pleasure, was something called self-pleasure.
The only thing consuming her mind was a singular desire: to recapture the electrifying, intense sensation the man had given her the night before.
‘What did Cain do again?’
Tina leaned against the edge of the tub, panting, and summoned the image of Cain’s red eyes. As the red in her memory sharpened, a searing heat spread through her like red paint bleeding across a field of pristine white snow, staining her completely.
And so, when those red eyes had been seared clearly into her mind, Tina mustered a little more courage and boldly moved the fingers buried inside her, her entrance already spread wide, her innocence already lost.
“Aahh!”
Her gaping core swallowed the quickened motion eagerly. The sensation of her inner walls squirming and clenching around her fingers was vivid. Her hips rocked of their own accord, and the water that had risen just below her shoulders sloshed and rippled.
Clumsily seeking the right spot, Tina accidentally grazed a particular place just inside, angled slightly, with the edge of her thin nail. A sudden, sharp cry tore from her. Overwhelmed by a sensation she had never found on her own, she stopped the pressing motion of her fingers entirely. Her mouth hung open. Saliva dripped.
Something… whatever it was that Cain had given her endlessly the night before was on the verge of revealing itself.
“Hah, mm… nnh.”
But no matter how many times she tried to replicate his movements, her thin, clumsy fingers alone were not nearly enough to reach that final peak.
Tina, tormented by unfulfilled desire, let out meaningless moans, and finally burst into tears.
So it was only natural that her thoughts drifted to Cain, the one who had always licked her tears away.
His promise that he would not do anything bad to her. His words about staying by her side. And the secret, aching sensation he had given her, one she had never felt before.
Tracing those memories backward, she recalled how Cain had carried her to a place so blindingly white and dazzling that she could see nothing at all.
Cain. He’d said his name was Cain. He had told her yesterday.
“…Cain.”
The instant she murmured his name, the muscles clenching around her buried fingers tightened sharply.
“Ah!”
At that raw, gut-deep reaction, Tina went rigid, her thighs trembling.
“Ngh!”
Then as if she had finally discovered the secret, she resumed what she had paused. The sensation was entirely different from before. Electrifying. And Tina found it impossible to stop her hand.
“Cain.. ah… ngh, Cain— mmh!”
She kept rolling his name around in her mouth as she pressed her fingertip firmly against the spot where she felt it most. Something was building, ready to burst and overflow at any moment.
“Cain… I’m—!”
And the instant she breathed his name one last time, Tina crashed into a disjointed, unraveling climax.
“Haah… haah.”
Her arousal diffused into the already-clouded bathwater, but Tina barely managed to catch her breath against the edge of the tub, and had no energy left to notice.
A short while later, she washed away every lingering trace of heat under running water, toweled the dampness from her hair, and stepped out of the bathroom. Her body felt remarkably lighter.
“…Rus?”
And in the next moment, Tina froze mid-step. The towel slipped from her hands.
There, right before her eyes, was her little one, Rus. Sprawled lazily on the bed, Rus was licking his fur and watching her in silence.
“Rus!”
The instant her gaze met those bright yellow eyes, Tina dashed forward and threw herself into her creature’s soft fur. Warmth-infused, impossibly soft fur wrapped around her bare skin.
“Rus… you…”
She opened her mouth, but for a long time no words followed. Droplets fell from the ends of her hair and soaked into Rus’s coat, and all the while, a shameful feeling blooming in one corner of her heart turned her face hot.
Tina realized suddenly, sharply—that she had forgotten Rus entirely. So consumed had she been with remembering nothing but the bliss Cain had given her.
The thing she wanted most to protect. The only being who truly cherished her. The largest part of everything that filled her heart. And yet, how could she have forgotten him?
“I’m sorry. Rus… I-I forgot you…”
Tina managed the words in a trembling voice. Between every syllable, guilt welled up, making it impossible to finish her sentences cleanly.
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