I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me - I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me chapter 98

98 – Happiness (3)

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The cabin was dark even in the middle of the day because the windows were put out incorrectly.

Sadly, since I couldn’t even find a candle, I had no choice but to rely on the bonfire in the middle of the living room for lighting in this room.

The only furniture is a desk and a piece of wood that is too embarrassing to be called a chair.

This absolute poverty, created not by poverty but by distance from civilization, functioned as an ornament that served as the theme of this hut, along with darkness.

In fact, it was a building that did not meet the conditions for human habitation.

To most people, if you look carefully, it is a barn, and even if you judge it fairly, it will only be seen as a warehouse.

This wooden building, which was covered with a carpenter’s sweat but was so inadequate that his efforts were worthless, was my home.

But even though the building was so inadequate, I did not feel inadequate.

At least while I was hugging her.

Faced with the curves of her beautiful body that were difficult to turn my eyes away from, and her voluptuous breasts that clung to my entire palm and changed their shape in a sticky, soft manner, I forced my eyes and hands to close and barely managed to free myself from older sister Sylvia’s skin. I dropped it.

Despite her dizzying needs of fussing, teasing, and fluttering her lewd movements, I cooed and soothed her, letting her body do the work I needed to do. Caused.

In fact, I also wanted to pounce on her right now.

The desire between my legs, which was hidden beneath a tunic and no pants, was big, hard, and hot, as if it had no intention of hiding itself.

The fact that the woman I loved wanted me so desperately aroused a violent sense of satisfaction and superiority in me, and that burning excitement constantly fueled my s*xual impulses.

I want it, and she wants it too.

Actually, I didn’t see any problem, so I tried to turn her eyes away from her and moved her hands even more busily to distract her.

As it is still the beginning of winter, it will get colder every day from now on.

The more I played with her hands, the more time she had to spend naked.

More than I wanted her body, I didn’t want to let her wander around like this.

Although I had never made clothes before, and the material was only two untanned deer skins, it was clear that it would take more than a month to complete the clothes that would cover and protect her body, but I was still lazy. I didn’t want to smoke.

Moreover, like in the past when carving gravestones, isn’t it true that you will abstain until the clothes are completed?

When the night comes, I will have fun with her.

When the sun sets, when night comes, when darkness falls,

I suppressed my excitement and kept moving my hands until the sun set.

Sister Sylvia laughed bitterly as she looked at me like that, then she slowly picked up the dagger and began to remove the fat from her skin.

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Before complete night comes,

As soon as it got a little dark outside the window, Sylvia and I put down all the things we were holding, as if we had made a promise.

She called my name in a desperate voice.

“Ash…”

“Let’s eat.”

“…Ah,”

“Aren’t you hungry? You didn’t eat anything today. “It was probably like that yesterday too.”

“…”

Sister Sylvia just blinked in silence at my words.

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Seeing that awkward appearance, a thought suddenly passed through my mind.

I asked with a slightly trembling voice.

“…Sister, when was the last time you ate something?”

“Well… I don’t know.”

“…I’ll get ready soon.”

Oh my god.

Could it be that you haven’t eaten anything since you broke up with me?

If so, it means that it has already been several months since her last meal.

Of course, I could have wandered around the forest and consumed fruit or something like that, but I thought I probably wouldn’t have done that.

I didn’t think she would want to eat the simple snacks I shared with her, who was addicted to Magi, by herself.

I hurriedly prepared dinner by putting into the bonfire a few raspberries and a handful of mushrooms that I had gathered a few days ago, and the fish that Sylvia had caught from the lake a few hours ago.

As if she wanted to prove that the cold was nothing to her, she went into the cold lake naked and splashed around to catch fish.

To begin with, I somehow got the feeling that she wasn’t very active in making her clothes.

Of course, she worked hard to remove the fat from her skin, but it seemed like she was just doing it mechanically to help me.

Isn’t it shameful to be naked?

Or is it just that she was pouting because I wasn’t focusing on her?

Perhaps it hurt her self-esteem that she devoted herself to making her clothes all day, refusing her temptations.

However, isn’t clothing not only a simple way to keep warm, but also an item that symbolizes human civilization itself?

I didn’t want to see her acting like her caveman counterpart.

Moreover, it was also troubling that her heart kept pounding and her face turned red every time she looked at her voluptuous body.

Above all, one day I would get so used to seeing her naked that I never wanted to feel like nothing was happening while looking at her body.

As I looked at the sizzling meat cooking, I suddenly fell into a thought.

Since both I and Sylvia are isolated from this world, maybe clothes really are no longer useful to us.

Like the heresy inquisitor who left yesterday morning, it was not impossible for someone to come to this forest, but how many times would that happen in the future?

I tilted my head for a moment, thinking that civilization and common sense so far might not be that important to us, who will only see each other for the rest of our lives.

“Sister Sylvia.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you hate making clothes?”

I asked directly.

She sat across from me, hugging her knees, blinking at my unexpected question.

She was silent for a moment, but soon smiled and answered.

“Ash, do you think I’m an exhibitionist?”

“Oh, no, it’s not like that, but it doesn’t seem like you’re that shy…”

“What is there to be embarrassed about Ash now?”

“…”

“Ah, I guess it would be better to look a little shy.”

“I think I’m actually more shy when I see it…”

Sister Sylvia smiled at my answer.

“You’re just being grumpy.”

“Are you grumpy?”

“Yes, punishment for leaving me behind.”

“Ah,”

I closed my mouth with a short sigh.

Of course, she didn’t question me in particular, and she wasn’t angry, but there was no way my disappearing on my own wouldn’t have hurt her.

Still, it seemed amazing that he didn’t ask me anything or say any words of resentment.

Feeling guilty again, I lowered my head and sighed.

I wanted to apologize, but she had asked me not to apologize, so I had to find other words.

“Thank you.”

Sister Sylvia nodded her head and said.

“Thank you too.”

“What did I do?”

“…Ash, do you know why I told you not to apologize?”

I shook my head.

“I was tired, tired, and in pain. “I hated Ash for suddenly disappearing, and I hated myself for losing you like a fool.”

“…”

“But, you know. The moment I see you again, all those bad thoughts disappear. “I don’t hold any grudges, I don’t hate anyone, and I even feel really good when Ash hugs me.”

“…Sister Sylvia.”

“Thank you for being alive. “For coming to me that rainy night, and… for coming to me again…”

“…”

“I don’t want anything more from Ash.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the fragrant smell of fish oil spread throughout the cabin.

She and I sat around the fire laughing and started eating.

Honestly, I had no idea what it tasted like.

The quality of the meals, the tableware, and the furniture.

Although she had regressed in every way compared to before, my relationship with her was actually progressing greatly.

We were in love before, but now I felt something more.

I could clearly feel that we had become a part of each other’s lives, slowly melting into each other like paint mixing together.

I also felt this the whole time I lived alone.

I can’t live without Sylvia.

Her words lingered in my head the whole time I mumbled.

She doesn’t expect anything from me, she just loves me.

Every second, my heart is filled with excitement.

The pitch-black darkness that fell over the cabin felt like a romantic night sky.

Sparks from the campfire decorated the darkness of the hut like stars.

But I had something I wanted from Sylvia.

Besides the fateful demand to subdue the Demon King, I also have one personal wish.

One day, when the demon king dies and the curse that bound me and her to this forest is lifted,

A cute wedding ceremony held in a small church in the countryside.

I wanted to marry her.

There may be no guests or an officiant, but it is a proper wedding with wine, rings, and appropriate attire.

Like my parents, like the old count and the countess, I wanted to become an affectionate couple that oozes love for each other.

Build a small house on a large plain or hill instead of a forest, and have babies and raise them.

If we were going to be together for the rest of our lives, I wanted to live like that.

“Sil…”

Without realizing it, I was trying to put that wish into her mouth, but I quickly closed my mouth.

If you say this wish, isn’t it actually no different from a proposal?

Actually, it’s still like a common-law marriage, but I still feel a little embarrassed.

“Did you call me?”

“Oh, no.”

I smiled sheepishly and shook my head.

After finishing our meal, we threw away the trash and wiped our oil-stained hands and mouths.

When I went out of the cabin, threw away the fish bones, and came back in, Sylvia was waiting for me inside the door and I hugged her tightly.

“Oh?”

“Ash.”

“Yes?”

“I did all the work and ate all the food.”

“…Yes.”

“That’s enough now. Yes?”

“Uh… What is it?”

I tried my best to pretend not to know.

I don’t know why, but I wanted to pretend not to know.

It was also fun to see her getting excited and twisting her whole body.

It was also because I was afraid of people looking at me with beast-like eyes that were shining with desire.

Ms. Sylvia slowly began to open her mouth.

“Stop, kid.”

“Ah.”

Before I could say anything, her lips completely covered my mouth.

However, I was not embarrassed.

I naturally hugged her soft skin as if I was rubbing it all over my body.

Her breath, sweeter than perfume, filled her mouth.

Her hands also invaded the inside of my tunic as if swimming.

I caught her heavy breathing on the tip of my tongue.

As each other’s arms entangled around each other’s necks and backs, their bodies slowly fell toward the floor.

All day today.

No, perhaps the night they had both been waiting so desperately for for the past few months had finally arrived at the cabin.

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