Episode 60. Suspicion (6)

Kung-

“Hmm?”

Am I hearing things because I’ve had some alcohol? It sounded like something fell. Is someone knocking at this late hour?

As soon as the birthday person left, the atmosphere quickly dissolved. Even before it fell apart, Winnie had been sulking the whole time, making it awkward. Monica must have a low tolerance for alcohol, because she was carried to her room by the servants, and Vera, worried about her daughter, went to Monica’s room. Naturally, I got to sleep in my own room tonight for the first time in a while, instead of Monica’s.

Kung-

That same sound came again. I was a little tipsy, but I could tell the sound was very close. If I go this way, there’s a room… is there another one besides mine? Steadying myself, I saw my door for the first time in a week… no, several weeks. I hadn’t had any reason to go back since I returned. The door wasn’t fully closed, as if someone had opened it. Could that thumping sound be coming from my room?

Slam-

I opened the door with a bang. My room, which should have been dark with no one there, had a small candle emitting a faint light. A small women’s shoe lay rolling on the floor, and the blanket on the bed was bulging. At the end of it, two small feet wrapped in stockings were sticking out.

“Eung…?”

“What, why are you sleeping in my room?”

Lifting the blanket, I saw Winnie lying curled up, using my pillow as a bolster. Her face was flushed red with intoxication, and she looked up at me, not hiding her dazed expression. She seemed too drunk to be fully aware of the situation.

“…Why did you come…? “

“It’s my room…”

The room felt stuffy, as if my body was overheating. I opened the window, but it was still hot, so I took off my clothes. Winnie was still drunk, so she was very slow to grasp the situation.

“…You shouldn’t enter a guest’s room without permission… I’m only letting it slide because it’s me…”

“No… ha…”

So this is Winnie’s drinking habit. Judging by her condition, she didn’t even touch the beer at Retinel. She only pretended to drink, not knowing she was wasting money. Unlike her usual self, who was timid and quick to notice others, she seemed to be completely blocking out information. There was no point in saying anything repeatedly, as she wouldn’t understand, so I decided to revise my request.

“I need to sleep in the bed. Move.”

“Eung…”

Winnie even whined and hugged the blanket tightly. When I tried to push her away, she grabbed my arm and clung to me. I couldn’t push Winnie out of the bed, nor could I leave, so I eventually agreed to lie down next to her, which she conceded. I’d have to grab a cushion that goes with the sofa and use it as a pillow.

“Why are you still wearing your clothes…”

I wondered how drunk Winnie was, as she hadn’t even changed before getting into bed. Fortunately, Winnie didn’t wear complicated clothes like Vera or other noble ladies. I calmly unbuttoned her top one by one.

“Pervert…”

Tak-

“Aya!”

I smacked Winnie, who was talking nonsense, and started taking off her clothes again. She said she didn’t like it, but she obediently listened to me. It was easy to take off her top, which didn’t have many curves, but taking off her tight shorts, which were clinging to her butt, was impossible without Winnie’s cooperation. After taking off the stockings that were squeezing her legs so tightly that her blood wasn’t circulating and throwing them on the floor, Winnie was left in her underwear.

…Honestly, I couldn’t really argue with being called a pervert. I had just touched Winnie’s body here and there under the guise of taking off her clothes, and strength was slowly gathering between my legs. I usually didn’t get hard when I drank, but maybe it’s because I’m young, or maybe it’s because of the medicine, but there’s no problem. I used to rely on alcohol before having to fulfill my duty…

But it was awkward to ask Winnie to relieve this feeling right now. I didn’t feel good about doing it with a woman who was out of her mind, and I didn’t really have a good reason to ask Winnie outright. It would have been fine if Winnie had asked me for a favor, but lately, Monica and I had really only been sleeping next to each other, so there was no chance to do anything. I didn’t want to make a pathetic request.

I squeezed myself into the empty space on the bed. The bed, which was just right for one person, was a little cramped with the small Winnie in it. It wasn’t so bad that I couldn’t sleep, but naturally our bodies were touching. I put my arm on the pillow that Winnie was using so it wouldn’t get sore, and I felt Winnie’s warm back against my right waist. Her body temperature seemed to be heating me up, but I tried my best to resist. Alcohol definitely seemed to be effective in reducing sexual desire. I usually wouldn’t have been able to resist.

Being like this reminded me of when I slept under the tent with Winnie. We were lying this close together back then too. Especially after having sex, we were almost naked like this…

“…Edward.”

“Huh?”

“…Are you asleep?”

“…I’m not.”

Winnie called me and clung to me. I could feel that the alcohol was wearing off a bit in her voice, probably because she had been hit.

“…Edward, I’ve been thinking…”

Because Winnie was clinging to my body, I could feel her soft touch. The softer the touch, the harder my penis became.

“…We haven’t done it at all since we got back, have we?”

Winnie even put her leg on my body and started rubbing her crotch against my side. I could clearly feel the sensation of her soft underwear getting wet.

“That’s right.”

“…So I think I’m starting to like women again.”

Winnie’s hand grabbed my penis. As if cheering it on, her small, soft hand stroked it. And Winnie’s eyes, looking up at me, were as seductive as those of a female wanting to mate.

“So… with this, fix me again.”

In the touch of her hand caressing my penis, there was no aversion to men, but rather a sense of affection. It was a temptation I couldn’t resist, but I was a little hesitant because I didn’t have any memories of doing it with Winnie in my original body. What if someone found out? I had done it once in Monica’s office, but that was because I was sure that no one would come that night. When has anyone ever come into my room? As long as I didn’t make a loud noise, no one would notice. With that rationalization, I stood up.

“If we’re going to do it, you have to take this.”

I swallowed the medicine Winnie gave me and hugged Winnie, who was acting cute again. Her face, which had been looking up at me, came closer, and naturally a kiss followed. The kiss continued as if she was going to swallow every breath and word coming out of my mouth. The medicine I had just taken must have tasted bitter, but she didn’t show it at all.

“Haa… tschup.”

Winnie climbed on top of me, wanting me so much that she seemed ready to suck all of my saliva. She pushed aside her sky-blue panties, which had become a deep blue color from being wet with vaginal fluid, and kissed my penis, welcoming it below. Her vagina, welcoming my penis after a long time, rubbed against it like a lick with its moist sensation. Then, Winnie grabbed my chest, lifted her hips, aligned the tip, and swallowed more than half of my penis in one go.

“Heut! Hek…. Heut…”

Even while trembling from the shock of the insertion, Winnie steadily moved her hips. Winnie’s vagina, which seemed to have returned to its virgin state after not having been used for a long time, couldn’t swallow my entire thing because it couldn’t open all the way to the inside. …Is it because my penis has gotten bigger?

I shook my hips together, assisting Winnie’s movements. Winnie’s body swayed rhythmically in time with the beat. With a periodic beat that sounded like the sound of heels… wasn’t that the sound of shoes?

Slam-

Once again tonight, my door opened.