Chapter 43
‘Oh, why was I so stupid.’
She had boasted loudly that she’d take care of him, and yet it doesn’t feel like she’s taking care of him at all. Prina’s heart felt ill at ease.
“Even if it did hurt, it’s fine, Prina.”
To Prina, whose spirits had sunk and who was lowering her head, Hunter spoke gently, as if soothing her.
“You’re allowed to hurt me, and you’re allowed to injure me.”
“Th-There’s no such thing…… You’re not supposed to do that.”
“That’s right. With other people it’s not allowed. But because it’s you, Prina, I’ll let it slide. I will.”
“……”
“Hm?”
‘…Because it’s me, you’ll let it slide?’
All her life she had had to keep her black hair tightly hidden under a veil, and because of it, even though she was of royal blood, she had to live in a convent. For Prina, being different from others was usually on the negative side.
‘But Mr. Hunter, he……’
He said he would let it slide because it was Prina, because it was her.
He kept showing her a soft side. He sheltered her, waited for her, understood her, and even doted on her.
His kindness was so sweet. She didn’t know what to do with herself.
As Prina, her face flushed, was looking at the rippling bathwater, he lathered his hands with soap and began kneading Prina’s b*****s.
“Auh, ngh. Why are you doing this to me……”
“I just said it. Don’t you remember?”
“What do you……”
“You said you’d help me wash.”
‘…But then, what does this have to do with washing Mr. Hunter?’
“Ahng.”
She wanted to ask that, but only little groans leaked from between her lips. Whenever she tried to speak, the words kept breaking apart.
He lifted Prina’s b*****s with both hands and rubbed. Because of the soap, the flesh caught in his palms kept being kneaded back and forth and slipping.
‘It really feels like Mr. Hunter is the one washing me.’
Focusing exclusively on both b*****s at that. As if the springy sensation under his palms were addictive, he kept rubbing soap lather over the slick skin. Within his firm hands, they warped under his kneading, and as the friction increased, blood rushed to her n*****s and they hardened.
With her n*****s standing stiff and poking at his palms, Hunter, as if finding it cute, flicked them with his index finger, almost like pinching.
“……Ahh!”
When startled Prina flinched and curled up, he wound his arms around her waist, binding her tight.
Pressing their bodies close like that, he set his lips to her nape.
His breath, burrowing into her delicate nape, was hot.
Even as Prina, at a loss, arched her back, her b*****s, slick with soap suds, slid over and rubbed against his collarbone.
“Haa… Yeah. Feels good.”
“Mm, mmhh.”
“Good. Press your n*****s right up. With lather on them, rub a bit more thoroughly.”
Looking down, the white soap bubbles that had beaded on her b*****s were being rubbed against his collarbone, and then his nape, breaking into fine bits. Prina tried to move her waist as he ordered.
Awkward as her motions were, he seemed satisfied regardless. Each time her n*****s grazed and rubbed along his straight collarbone, Prina felt like she would go crazy with impatience.
“Put your arms around my neck. Prina.”
“Ahh, hu… because of your shoulder, I-I can’t…… ah.”
“I won’t die just because you’d brush against my shoulder.”
If she hugged his neck like this, soapy water would get into the wound on his shoulder.
Hunter kept drawing Prina’s waist tight against him and ordered her to hug his neck. Even while moaning with arousal, Prina kept shaking her head, as if determined to protect at least that.
“No. The wound will reopen.”
“I have you, don’t I. If it opens, won’t you treat it?”
“Even so……”
“It hurts so much from being hard. Shouldn’t we take care of my aching c**k first?”
He rubbed his shaft lengthwise between Prina’s legs.
“See for yourself. Whether this would hurt or not.”
She couldn’t see because of the ripples, but even without seeing it she had to know from its heavy presence. Her face flushed bright red.
She was already restless because his weapon-like s*x was prodding between her thighs. He insisted on kneading it against her, making its presence unmistakable.
“How am I supposed to rest and recover with my c**k standing up like this?”
“Nng, mm.”
“It makes no sense. To be taking it easy with a hard c**k and to have the wound heal. Right?”
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