Ch.67Monopoly (6)

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“Haa… Haa…”

“Ash…”

She held my face against her chest, tightly embracing my head, pouring her ragged breaths over me.

As white fluid spilled between our tightly pressed lower bodies, signaling the end, she called my name just once with a voice drenched in ecstasy, almost like a sigh, then slowly raised her upper body.

Our skin, clinging together and damp with moisture as if reluctant to part, grasped at each other with regretful fingertips before finally separating with a soft sound.

Only after the sweet-scented flesh that had filled my nose and mouth retreated did I finally inhale deeply, filling my lungs that were contracting and expanding with powerful intensity.

Sylvia spread the evidence of my excitement that had spilled abundantly on her abdomen, rubbing it into her skin as she spoke.

“That was amazing. I feel alive again.”

“Haa… Haaa… Sylvia.”

“Hehe, yes, Ash.”

“…I’m sorry,”

“Hmm? For what?”

“Haa… Seeing what we did today… you must have been holding back a lot.”

Just how many times had we done it?

Truly, without any exaggeration, I thought my hips would break.

I probably wouldn’t have been this exhausted if I’d fought that bear that attacked me a month ago.

Sylvia carefully examined my completely worn-out state, then approached me with small steps, her face flushed bright red. She nodded slightly and kissed my cheek.

“So don’t let me build up like that again.”

With that light kiss and playful warning, Sylvia’s face looked exactly like that of a young girl.

A beautiful and adorable girl in love.

I stared at her in surprise for a while.

Why hadn’t I realized this until now?

It was so obvious how much she loved me, yet why had I said such foolish things?

Unaware of my thoughts, Sylvia tightly embraced my neck.

Once again, her skin clung to mine like clay.

Her body, beautifully yielding against my chest like freshly baked soft bread, was like a drug—even after touching her, I wanted to touch her more; even while looking at her, I wanted to see more—overflowing with a strange charm.

I placed my arm on her sticky back and embraced her, patting her head.

Sylvia’s hair slid softly across my face.

Though it was clumped together in several strands, damp with sweat and saliva, her hair still flowed with beautiful, transparent light.

I raised my hand to brush her hair back but ended up dropping it onto the table.

There was no strength left in my body at all.

“Sylvia…”

“…Noona. You should call me noona now.”

“No way.”

“…Ash.”

“When I call you noona, you can’t control your excitement, and I really almost died…”

“…You’re exaggerating.”

Was it the term “noona” that ignited her passion?

Or was it because this was our first intimacy after two weeks of restraint and waiting?

Sylvia explored my body aggressively, as if competing with someone, just as she had declared she would.

She clearly knew I had never been with any woman but her, yet something made her anxious. In the waves of pleasure that surged through my brain, her hands and tongue, filled with obsessive possessiveness, touched and tasted every corner of my body without exception.

Perhaps there wasn’t a single spot on my body, from my hair to my toes, that hadn’t been touched by her.

“Ugh.”

I bit my lip tightly from the muscle pain that felt like bruises all over my body.

Her hands had gripped me more firmly than ever before, and her hips had moved back and forth more violently than ever.

Terrified by her hot breath as she exhaled in excitement, I even tried to ‘command’ her to stop, but each time, Sylvia would say, “Is that how you talk to your noona?” and press down on my body, pouring even greater stimulation.

Twisting my body and letting out metallic groans, I firmly resolved in the midst of the dizzying pleasure she gave me:

Never to let her sexual desire build up again.

The large table, which looked like a huge log with only the top part smoothly polished, shook entirely—that said it all.

As I slowly caught my breath and swallowed, the sigh that flowed from beyond my throat was filled with her scent.

Sylvia filled me completely, both outside and inside.

Perhaps she had felt this way too, when she had greedily drunk from me, her throat tightening and gulping loudly without pause.

I smiled wryly and said:

“Haha… At least dying from too much pleasure would be a happy end…”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“You won’t die. I won’t let you die. I’m going to live with you like this for a long, long time…”

Sylvia noona said this while shaking her head buried in my embrace.

A lovingness completely different from the gallant appearance she always showed me, and the domineering appearance she had just shown while straddling me, overflowed from her gestures.

Just like she had shown on our first night together.

She looked so cute that, like a leg reflexively jerking when the knee is tapped, I blurted out without even thinking:

“…I love you.”

She immediately answered back.

“I love you more, even more.”

Strength still hasn’t returned to my body.

As I rested my head weakly on the table, the scent of sweat mixed with the wood’s fragrance rose slightly.

This wooden table wasn’t coated, so the scent of us both would surely seep in for a long time.

Thinking of the sheets that had always been soaked after our lovemaking, I should have anticipated this, but…

We’ll have to keep eating at this table from now on. This is a problem.

“Sylvia.”

“Yes?”

“Let’s stop doing it on the table from now on.”

Honestly, my body might be aching so much because of constantly hitting against this hard table.

Sylvia slowly slipped her hand under my back, ran it over the table, and then silently nodded with her head buried in my embrace.

Her ears were bright red.

She seemed to have become embarrassed after seeing the wet marks she had made.

It was a natural result, given how we had stepped into the heat of desire without hesitation, holding hands.

“…It’s hot.”

“Yes.”

Even though we had opened the windows wide—there was no one to hear us anyway—the cabin was stuffy with heat mixed with the sweet smell of sweat.

I was sprawled on the table, regulating my breathing which had almost returned to normal, while she had her face against my chest, which was moving at an increasingly slow and regular pace, with her eyes closed.

Her body, soaked in fluids so thoroughly mixed that it was impossible to tell whether they were mine or hers, glistened in the sunset light coming through the window.

My body, still twitching with lingering sensations, was probably not much different.

“You’re beautiful.”

“…”

“Sylvia, you’re beautiful.”

“…mmph”

“…?”

Sylvia didn’t say anything.

She lowered her head and hid her face with her bangs, but even through her hair, which was like a thin golden curtain, I could clearly see her reddened face.

I opened my eyes drowsily and smiled.

I wanted to see more.

It wasn’t that I disliked her moving roughly as if she would devour me.

Every time, my body became surprisingly stiff—there was no way I could dislike it.

While I certainly enjoyed her animalistic desire for me, her cute appearance, which satisfied me so much that I was surprised at my own sadistic tendencies, filled my heart with a different kind of satisfaction than that ecstatic lovemaking.

I smiled mischievously and said:

“Sylvia noona… you’re so beautiful.”

“Stop…”

“…Why, noona?”

“You, really…”

Sylvia suddenly raised her head, put her hands under my back and knees, and lifted me up.

Having suddenly lost control of my center of gravity and flailing in the air, I reflexively put my arms around her neck to support myself.

She looked at my face and trembled with her bright red cheeks.

Twitching her lower eyelids and lips, she slowly twisted her lips and said:

“Seeing how you keep provoking me, you must be confident?”

“…Huh?”

“I’m wet again.”

“W-wait… noona? I mean, Sylvia. That’s not right.”

“Heh… Alright, Ash. As you said, let’s continue on the bed…”

“No, no, wait, I’m sorry.”

“Too late.”

She carried me to her room.

In the end, our passionate lovemaking, which had started in the morning, ended around sunset, but soon began again and continued until night.

Only when the deep night came, with the sound of owls echoing, could we finally calm down.

Actually, rather than calming down, we stopped because the parts of our bodies that kept joining had become slightly raw, causing a tingling pain.

After finishing, we had a light meal with the fruits we had prepared earlier, then went to the river and washed off our sweat while embracing each other.

Even in the river, our bodies didn’t separate.

We hugged, caressed each other’s thighs, and at the very least, always held hands.

The part of our skin that remained connected the longest was our lips.

As if her lips were coated with the honey of forbidden pleasure, whenever our lips crossed and our tongues intertwined, my head would soon float away.

Sylvia noticed the change in my body again and smiled, but didn’t go further.

After washing, we returned, stripped the sheets, and fell asleep in each other’s arms on the bed.

The next day, or rather, by the time I woke up in the afternoon, I carved Laila’s tombstone with a slight sense of guilt.

Had I disgraced my only sister’s tombstone by giving in to desire?

In the midst of such regret and guilt, I kept carving the tombstone while constantly apologizing to Laila, but at the end of each day, Sylvia would inevitably explore my body, and I never once refused her.

Was this really okay?

Was this truly okay?

Such anxious thoughts crossed my mind, but after five more days, the completed tombstone was carved much more beautifully than the previous five tombstones.

“…Ash, your mouth says no, but your body is honest in many ways.”

“…”

“In the end, sleeping with me gives you strength, doesn’t it?”

“…Ugh”

Sylvia smiled lewdly and kneaded my buttocks.

“Now, let’s properly hold Laila’s funeral again.”

“Yes, we should.”

“Oh, and Ash. I have a gift for you.”

“A gift?”

She approached the bushes in the corner of the cabin’s backyard and brought out a large wooden box that had been hidden there.

I stared at it with wide eyes.

Sylvia put the box down in front of me and said:

“I made this secretly while you were making the tombstone.”

“…”

“To be honest, I just buried her hastily back then. At that time… I didn’t think you would become such a precious person to me.”

“…Ah.”

“Now, let’s properly send Laila off. Ash.”

It was a coffin.

An excellent coffin with a small space for burial goods.

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