“Hey, am I okay? In the course of a person’s life, they might get caught masturbating. I suppose demons are no different.”
Kamian repeated the same words several times while perched on his back. He gazed proudly at his ears, which had turned crimson as if they were about to burst.
Knowing the truth, Kamian’s behaviour of keeping his distance from me felt quite different.
The bashful Kamian, burdened with embarrassment, deliberately avoided looking me in the eye and would blush at the slightest hint of a prolonged conversation.
What thoughts were swirling in that thick skull of his? What kind of dreams did he have? Perverted bastard. However, my reflection in the mirror was smiling like a more sinister deviant. If it were this eerie visage, I could understand why Kamian would avoid me.
I relentlessly chased after Kamian, who was filled with shame and avoided me, and said, “I heard water sounds early this morning. Did you wash your underwear? It’s fine, I understand.” This lewd remark continued for days, until Kamian slammed the bed down and sat up.
I crawled after him all the way to the room and sat beside the bed, bowing my head and chuckling.
“What did I say while drunk? Tell me.”
“Just, well… something about your second l**tful self…?”
“Ha, what on earth does that mean?”
As I gestured subtly with my gaze towards the area between his legs, Kamian lifted the blanket and covered his lower body.
Laughter erupted once again at the sight of a bachelor-like figure threatened by sympathy.
“When you’re like this, I can’t help but want to tease you.”
“Leave.”
“Alright. I’m going, I am.”
I felt Kamian’s gaze stubbornly sticking to the back of my head. Holding onto the doorknob, I turned around with a sigh.
“Oh, I guess I’ll get to see you drunk again.”
“….”
“Harvest season will be over soon.”
“This time, I won’t drink.”
With a tone filled with regret, I asked, “Why?” I had the leeway to reassure him by saying it’s because I dislike nonsense.
“It’s the day of the party in two weeks.”
“…What?”
Startled by the unexpected words, the mischievousness that had surged within me scattered like a flock of birds taking flight.
“You know what happens when I drink,” I said.
Why of all things… why now… does Kamian’s p***s come to mind? The thick, blunt sensation I had felt with my hands and the rigid touch that had reached between my legs came alive again as vividly as yesterday. I clenched and released my stiffened hand, feeling a dull ache.
“…Yeah, right.”
I had intended to tease him, but instead, I found myself fl**tered.
Several wicked words that could have turned his ears red still lingered, but my mouth remained silent. The muscles of my face stiffened, making it impossible for me to muster a playful smile.
“Do you have anything else to say?”
“No?”
Feeling inexplicably embarrassed, my voice involuntarily rose. Anyone could see that I looked like a thief with a guilty conscience.
Kamian leaned his face against his raised arms on his knees, staring at me intently. Cold sweat trickled down my back.
…Imagining a p***s itself is not a sin, right? So, I haven’t done anything wrong. I can stand tall.
Without taking his eyes off me, Kamian spoke in a low husky voice.
“Aren’t you going out?”
“I was about to go out just now.”
As I hastily turned around, the sound of his voice seized the nape of my neck.
“Why is your face turning red?”
“… ”
Caught in the act. I tightly shut my eyes, overcome with desolation. The tables had turned. Kamian had become the one in control of our relationship.
“Hey, am I okay? In the course of a person’s life, they might get caught masturbating. I suppose demons are no different.”
Kamian repeated the same words several times while perched on his back. He gazed proudly at his ears, which had turned crimson as if they were about to burst.
Knowing the truth, Kamian’s behaviour of keeping his distance from me felt quite different.
The bashful Kamian, burdened with embarrassment, deliberately avoided looking me in the eye and would blush at the slightest hint of a prolonged conversation.
What thoughts were swirling in that thick skull of his? What kind of dreams did he have? Perverted bastard. However, my reflection in the mirror was smiling like a more sinister deviant. If it were this eerie visage, I could understand why Kamian would avoid me.
I relentlessly chased after Kamian, who was filled with shame and avoided me, and said, “I heard water sounds early this morning. Did you wash your underwear? It’s fine, I understand.” This lewd remark continued for days, until Kamian slammed the bed down and sat up.
I crawled after him all the way to the room and sat beside the bed, bowing my head and chuckling.
“What did I say while drunk? Tell me.”
“Just, well… something about your second l**tful self…?”
“Ha, what on earth does that mean?”
As I gestured subtly with my gaze towards the area between his legs, Kamian lifted the blanket and covered his lower body.
Laughter erupted once again at the sight of a bachelor-like figure threatened by sympathy.
“When you’re like this, I can’t help but want to tease you.”
“Leave.”
“Alright. I’m going, I am.”
I felt Kamian’s gaze stubbornly sticking to the back of my head. Holding onto the doorknob, I turned around with a sigh.
“Oh, I guess I’ll get to see you drunk again.”
“….”
“Harvest season will be over soon.”
“This time, I won’t drink.”
With a tone filled with regret, I asked, “Why?” I had the leeway to reassure him by saying it’s because I dislike nonsense.
“It’s the day of the party in two weeks.”
“…What?”
Startled by the unexpected words, the mischievousness that had surged within me scattered like a flock of birds taking flight.
“You know what happens when I drink,” I said.
Why of all things… why now… does Kamian’s p***s come to mind? The thick, blunt sensation I had felt with my hands and the rigid touch that had reached between my legs came alive again as vividly as yesterday. I clenched and released my stiffened hand, feeling a dull ache.
“…Yeah, right.”
I had intended to tease him, but instead, I found myself fl**tered.
Several wicked words that could have turned his ears red still lingered, but my mouth remained silent. The muscles of my face stiffened, making it impossible for me to muster a playful smile.
“Do you have anything else to say?”
“No?”
Feeling inexplicably embarrassed, my voice involuntarily rose. Anyone could see that I looked like a thief with a guilty conscience.
Kamian leaned his face against his raised arms on his knees, staring at me intently. Cold sweat trickled down my back.
…Imagining a p***s itself is not a sin, right? So, I haven’t done anything wrong. I can stand tall.
Without taking his eyes off me, Kamian spoke in a low husky voice.
“Aren’t you going out?”
“I was about to go out just now.”
As I hastily turned around, the sound of his voice seized the nape of my neck.
“Why is your face turning red?”
“… ”
Caught in the act. I tightly shut my eyes, overcome with desolation. The tables had turned. Kamian had become the one in control of our relationship.
