I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me - I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me chapter 62

62 – Monopoly (1)

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I still can’t help but feel hot when I think of that night.

It’s just a burning sensation now, but on the first morning after that day, there was an incredibly awkward atmosphere.

Without a single lie, Sylvia and I didn’t have any conversation that whole day.

Let alone conversation, whenever we made eye contact, we would blush and quickly turn away, so we barely even saw each other.

It wasn’t until the next day that Sylvia approached me hesitantly and whispered in a low voice.

“By any chance… I… Wasn’t that good?”

“Yes?”

“… After that day… He didn’t even make eye contact with me… Because I have a lot of muscles and I’m not very feminine… Just in case…”

Where has her usual confident appearance gone? She has a shy, girlish face. She asks if she is not attractive. Sylvia was truly dazzlingly beautiful, but her beauty no longer appears in my eyes the same way as before. Didn’t

In the past, even when I saw Sylvia naked, it felt like I was looking at a well-sculpted, wonderful statue.

It was beautiful, wonderful, and even felt a little sacred.

That may be natural.

It is the body of a warrior who saved humanity.

But that wasn’t the case now.

Not even naked, but just seeing her blush shyly made my lower body swell.

Even though it was covered by her clothes, her body looked more lustful than sacred, and the sweet smell of her flesh that I could feel just by getting close to her was now making me more excited than relieved.

Ah, Sylvia.

Was it like that from the beginning? Or maybe I just realized it now.

Why on earth is it so s*xy?

In the end, that day, I grabbed Sylvia’s arm, who was trembling in front of me, and went into her room.

And then I hugged her again.

No, we made love every day for five days, and the next day, and the day after that.

Just as I can only think of her, so that she can only think of me.

Ms. Sylvia embarrassed me on the first night, and she didn’t behave any more strangely than she did.

A conflicted expression would briefly cross her face every time it seemed like I was going to cum at any moment, but she always calmly let me go.

I guess it was because I was able to fully feel that I had become her lover even without doing such a thing as we mixed bodies every night.

Naturally, I was able to fully grasp every inch of her body.

Where she likes to be poked, where she likes to be touched, if you want to see her reaction process, where and how she should bite and suck, and even what she likes to say.

Sylvia also seemed to know where to hit my dick, where to tighten it, and what speed would make me feel the best.

Perhaps it was because we gradually got used to each other that it felt like something new every day as each day passed.

Even if there wasn’t much change in the first place, I was still so ecstatic that I wanted to feel it every day, and it got better and better every day.

I couldn’t get used to it, and I couldn’t resist it.

Now, just having her next to me made me feel horny like a fourteen-year-old boy.

As I was struggling frantically in that ecstatic pleasure, I suddenly began to realize what I was doing.

And at the same time, I also realized that I couldn’t continue like this.

The reason why I mingled with her was, of course, because of her affection, but the most important thing was that Sylvia used her body to soothe me, who was suffering from her anxiety and pain after committing murder by her curse. .

Then why on earth did that terrible murder occur?

This is because we went to look for her parents’ belongings in order to refurbish Laila’s grave.

And I found my parents’ belongings at the cost of five people’s lives.

Although I was lost in my carnal desires and had forgotten, I had something to do.

Even though an unfortunate accident occurred, it still has to be done.

The five people who died because of Laila and me were properly buried and their tombstones erected.

Even though it was so minor compared to the crime I committed, it was the minimum duty I had.

Our daily life of howling like animals and shaking each other every night for five days ended on the morning of the sixth day, at my request.

Since I wanted to make a proper grave for Lila and the men, Sylvia readily agreed to my request to refrain from doing so until I completed the headstone.

To be honest, I was worried that she would reject me because it was obvious that she was as into s*x as I was, or even more so than I was, but surprisingly, she nodded her head right away.

With the statement that he would agree to be respectful to the dead.

Maybe she respects me more because she has had the same experience as me.

This curse would have hurt her more than it hurt me.

When she saw my expression becoming serious, she carefully approached me and whispered in my ear.

“You know… Actually, my back has been hurting a lot because of Ed for the past few days, and my legs have been shaking…”

She said that and looked straight at me with a smile on her new red face.

She was so lovely that her tickling impulses boiled over in her heart.

Even her smile, which seemed innocent at first glance, seemed so lustful for some reason.

Those lips,

Those lips that were biting mine bent like a half moon and whispered softly.

“hehehe, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to beat Ash like that…”

I held her cheek and kissed her lips several times.

In the end, I did it again that day.

I didn’t start carving the tombstone until the next day.

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As always, it was a peaceful morning today.

The stinging sunlight hit the leaves and scattered gently, and the wind blew gently, slightly ruffling the hair.

The birds singing their happy songs sounded so peaceful and beautiful, even though I was painfully aware of how dangerous this forest was.

For me now, the inner peace brought by this serenity of nature is very precious.

Because it helps me forget my confused mind.

I was holding a large rock in the backyard of the cabin and chipping away at it with a chisel. I suddenly stopped and took a slow, deep breath.

I slowly catch my breath, inhale the air filled with sunlight and the scent of grass blades, and exhale it with a sigh.

“Ha… I can’t concentrate.”

Correct.

The confused mind did not go away at all.

Almost two weeks had passed since I stopped having s*x with Sylvia.

She had never thought about women before she held her, and she didn’t have much of a desire. For some reason, even just two weeks of abstinence was too difficult to bear.

I feel like I have become a practitioner.

I bit her lip and tried to get her mind back on it, because I shouldn’t have been lewd about carving the tombstones of the people her sister and I killed, but I couldn’t concentrate well.

Can a person change this much just by hugging one woman?

No, not at all.

Because the other person is Sylvia.

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To be honest, I didn’t know about it because I wasn’t interested in it in the past, but there must have been quite a few men who enjoyed lustful fantasies about Sylvia.

After all, how could you not love someone so strong, with such a wonderful figure, with such a great personality, and with such a beautiful face?

She lay beneath me, moaning in ecstasy over and over again for hours.

Moreover, he even begs for orders in a small, sorrowful voice that flows through his sweet breath.

I can attack Sylvia right now if I want to.

Sylvia will not reject me.

For some reason, I feel a little proud at the thought of not being able to take a single step outside of this forest.

“Crazy guy, what are you doing?”

I let out a self-deprecating curse, took another deep breath, and tried to somehow calm down these impure thoughts.

Maybe I’m too used to stimulation.

Since entering this forest, I have been exposed to all kinds of stimulating situations.

I spent my entire life studying magic in the corner of my room, and the only job I had was occasionally helping the Count with his work. The past three months were a turbulent time that swept over me.

The difference was so great that I felt like I had become a completely different person.

He lost precious people one after another, fell under a terrible curse and locked himself in this forest, and even tried to kill people.

And… It was my first time feeling passionate feelings for someone.

For the first time, I loved with all my heart, and for the first time, I shared love that involved physical contact.

Looking back now, I was very impulsive, somewhat immature, and at the same time very dependent.

To be more honest.

“A little… Too animal-like.”

I muttered that while stroking the carved tombstone.

“Being self-respecting may be the right choice.”

I also grew up reading and listening to romance novels that exist in the world and beautiful love stories passed down from someone else’s lips, so I longed for a beautiful love filled with mutual trust and memories.

Just like our parents had, the kind of love that makes you feel like you know what each other is thinking just by looking into each other’s eyes.

Although a relationship built over a long period of time may lack the violent sweetness unique to impulsive love that burns as hot as fire, it has a subtle scent like a luxurious drink made over a long period of time.

I also had a vague idea that I wanted to have that kind of love.

However, in the end, I couldn’t resist the temptation of that sweet fruit, and I bit down on my mouth full…

Of course, I have no regrets.

The fruit called Sylvia was so sweet and made me happy.

However, I was a little embarrassed.

‘What should I put on you?’

‘Ash’s…’

No, I was very embarrassed.

Even now, when I close my eyes, I can clearly see her shape and the texture of her skin.

Ha, that was crazy. Really.

What was I thinking when I treated Sylvia ‘like that’ when she was weak enough to split her head in half with just a light hit?

I have never seen a man treat a woman like that in my life.

Of course, I had never seen other people make love in person, but I was sure that my father or the Count would not treat his wife like that.

They say you can’t really tell what it looks like on the bed until you get up there, and they were right.

This is the first time I have seen such a coercive attitude and mischievous bullying.

Could it be that this is my instinct?

Or was it just that I, who was being treated like a rat cornered by a torrent of misfortune, showed my aggression without realizing it?

Actually, it was a problem that I could not understand even if I thought about it.

One thing that was certain was that even if Sylvia and I became a couple, we probably wouldn’t end up like our father and mother.

Rather than a love that exudes a soft glow, we would rather have a love that stirs intense desire.

It’s not a bad thing, but it was disappointing.

As I said before, I secretly longed for that kind of love.

If nothing special had happened to me, the person I would marry would probably have been Alice.

Although I didn’t have any strong affection for Alice, we still had time together.

Memories of sneaking behind my sister’s back and giving me candy when my older sister was bothering me, or taking me to her mansion to apply her medicine while I was crying after falling and scraping my knee.

Alice had the comfort of a family, sharing memories that were slowly built up.

“She hopes her sister is doing well.”

I hope something doesn’t happen to Count Gana or his sister.

Although I will never see your face anymore, you are still like family to me who lost all of my family.

It was then.

“Who are you talking about?”

I don’t know when it started, but Sylvia was standing next to me.

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