41 Ruins

Gently stroking the man's naked chest, her touch sent pleasant shivers on his skin.

The lustrous hair that fell from her bare shoulders brushed away the initial shyness before she lay down beside him.

Locking gazes with each other, the woman's gaze darkened with passion—a contrast to how they had looked tamed a while ago.

Ravenous, she let her fingers draw circles on his stomach, tingling him and prompting an excitement that—

Wham!

"Oof!" I coughed, got out of bed, and was immediately in a sour mood upon realizing I was assaulted with a pillow.

Fifi was standing at the edge of the bed.

A sly smirk was on her lips. She had her golden hair pulled up in a neat ponytail. She was dressed in a green and white mix. It almost reminded me of her pixie form.

"Very funny, Fifi. I won't even ask how you managed to barge inside. But what are you doing here? You want another talk?"