Chapter 54
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Resolve (3)
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"Huh... Huh?"
"Did you eat breakfast?"
Claude swallowed hard at Sia's expression and voice, ones he'd never seen or heard before.
"Ah... Ahaha, not yet...?"
"Mister!"
"Yeah."
Just then, Sia spotted Frank coming over with a tray balanced in one hand—two plates of steak, side dishes, and two drinks—and turned to him with a bright smile.
"Mister, Claude says he hasn't had breakfast! Can you bring him some soup and bread?"
"...Sure."
Frank, grasping the situation at a glance, shot Claude a sidelong glare before handing the food to Sia and me, then headed back to the kitchen.
His face really was too rugged; it was hard to tell if he was pissed or just stone-faced.
"Cain! That's too much steak!"
"Huh? It's the usual amount, though?"
"Hmm... I'm gonna work out hard today, so eat a bit more like this, Cain!"
Slice, slice, slice—
Ever since that money-wasting fiasco, Claude had been pitifully sticking to the basic menu. Sia would tell me she wanted some, so we'd order meat dishes occasionally, and she'd share about half with him.
Now, sitting right up against me, Sia cut off nearly a third of her steak and handed it over.
"Hey, that's too much. If you're gonna do that, just tell them ahead of time for Claude's..."
"No, Claude eats the breakfast menu just fine, right?"
"Y... Yeah! I love soup and bread so much, hahahaha!!!"
I was thrown off by this resolute side of Sia I'd never seen before, but Claude must've been even more flustered.
I snuck a glance at Sia. After reaching climax with me late into the night, and then our mutual releases in the morning shower, her flushed face gave off a different vibe. Claude's expression turned strange, like he'd picked up on it.
Oh... Sergei was still in the rankings. What kind of bitch—no, guy—was he?
I gazed at Sia, who was chattering away happily while stuck to my side, slicing her steak.
Huh?
No way it jumped this much in one night, right?
Hmm... An intensely pleasurable night that drove her mad with ecstasy, hearing my confession, seeing Claude still spending time with other women—these factors must've spiked the number big time.
I'd figured it'd go up some, but this much? Kinda thrilling.
An awkward silence hung over the table for a while, filled only by the quiet murmur of my conversation with Sia, until she suddenly sneezed.
"Achoo!!!"
"Huh?"
"Eek... Achoo!!! Hmm? Ptoo! What the... cat hair?"
I flinched!
Sia, mid-bite of steak, spat something out and grumbled about cat fur flying around.
"Tch, finish up and go wash."
Thud—
Frank handed Claude his soup and bread, clicked his tongue, and retreated to the kitchen.
That suffocating breakfast—for Claude, at least—finally ended, and we each headed back to our rooms.
"Hey, what the hell happened?"
"What do you mean?"
The moment we got back to the room, Claude cornered me.
"Something happen with Sia?"
"Nah, nothing special."
"Then why's she acting like she knows I went to the tail room?"
"Look at yourself in the mirror. You look like you just rolled out of bed—anyone coming in like that would raise flags. You calling Sia an idiot?"
"Ah... Th-that's not..."
"Don't flop on the bed. Go strip slow and check the fur on your thighs and pants... Shit..."
"Hoo... Sorry."
Claude's shoulders slumped at my words as he shuffled into the bathroom.
"Ugh, caught again, clueless bastard."
It benefited me, but Sia's feelings must've been hurt, so I should go console her.
"I'm heading to Sia's room for a bit."
"Uh... Okay."
Knock knock knock—
-Yeeeah...
As expected, a slightly downcast voice answered my knock.
"Sia, it's me."
-Mmm... Come in.
Creeeak—
Sia sat on the bed, knees pulled up and hugged in her arms.
Her head was buried in her knees as she rocked back and forth.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Mmm? O-tuki..."
"That's o-tuki?"
"Mmm, it's fun..."
I stepped inside, but she kept rocking, not even glancing my way.
"Feeling down?"
"Yeah..."
I climbed onto the bed slowly and sat beside her, mimicking her pose and rocking along.
"Hee... Cain, what're you doing?"
"O-tuki? You said it was fun, so I'm trying it."
"Heehee—"
No skinship, just sitting next to her and copying her motions. For some reason, that cracked Sia up with a quiet giggle.
"Should I make Claude eat only soup and bread for a month?"
"Gasp! Won't he starve?"
"Then you can tease him like, 'Serves you right, you jerk!'"
"Heehee! Serves you right!"
Rustle, rustle—
Our forearms brushed lightly, but we weren't pressed too close. Just our giggling chatter and the soft rustle of our t-shirts rubbing filled the quiet room.
"Cain..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm sleepy."
"Wanna nap?"
"Mmm..."
"Workout after?"
"Yeah..."
Swoosh—
Thud!
Sia lay back slowly on the bed. I deliberately mirrored her, moving at the same languid pace.
"Hehe, don't copy me~"
"My call."
"Heehee."
She naturally rolled onto her side, pressing her back against my chest.
"Hug me tight!"
"Alright, alright."
Squeeze!
"Hnnn..."
Not like those lewd massages disguised as caresses—I just held her firmly, pouring in my intent never to let go. Sia let out a satisfied moan.
"Why am I so tired today...?"
"'Cause you drained the bad stuff outta me this morning."
"Is that it? Oh, Cain's dick is getting hard again...!"
"Must be from smelling your scent."
"Eek! That's kinda... weird..."
She sounded a bit repulsed at first, but soon drifted off.
Listening to her steady breathing, I unknowingly slipped into sleep alongside her.
Poke poke—!
"...Mmm.."
"Eek... So thick..."
Poke—!
This felt like the morning déjà vu. In that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness, my lower half felt exposed, and I sensed a small finger nudging my glans.
I jolted!!!
"Hyah!! It moved!!"
Morning was a rushed handjob, but this time she seemed to be inspecting my cock.
I kept my eyes shut, pretending to sleep, holding back the erection as best I could.
"Hmm... Squishy?"
Like how I always started gentle when touching her pussy, Sia was handling my cock delicately too.
Strooook...
Her hand slid down slowly from the shaft to my balls.
"Mmm? What's this?"
Squish squish—
Her slender little fingers gently kneaded my ball sack.
"Hnn... Squishier than the dick... Huh? Something inside?"
Squeeze—
As her fingers reached the testicle inside, she gripped lightly.
Fuck, I'm done for.
"...Urk!"
"Eek! Cain, sorryyy... D-does it hurt? Hoo... Hoo..."
It wasn't a hard grip, but the slight zap in my balls made me grimace and groan. Sia apologized softly, bringing her face close to blow on the sack.
Driving me insane.
Her warm, humid breath hit my crotch, and my cock stiffened right up.
Throb!!!!!
"W-Woah!! It... It's growing...!"
Her hand returned to the now rock-hard shaft, sparing my balls.
Up to now, Sia hadn't tried to wake me, totally absorbed in her inspection.
Swoosh—
"Wow... So big... Veins too."
The imposing veins intrigued her; her fingers traced them lightly, and precum soon oozed from my tip.
"Ahh!! B-bad stuff!!"
Schlick schlick schlick!!!
She'd been stroking the whole shaft, feeling the veins, but spotting the precum beading at the glans, she focused there, rubbing intently.
Inexperienced handjob motions, but with precum lubing it, her gentle wraps around the head were intensely stimulating.
"Wow! So much!! Heehee, Cain, I'll heal you!"
Peeking through slitted eyes, I saw her dead-serious face as she manhandled my cock.
Well, time to cum and "wake up."
I twitched!!
"Wha... Ahh!"
Spluuurt!!! Spluuuurt!!! Spluuuurrrrt!!
"Eep!! Hnngh!! Haaaah..."
Not knowing the timing, Sia's face got blasted with semen.
"Mmm... Sia?"
"Ca... Cain?! Y-you're awake?"
"Yeah... What're you doing?"
"Sniff sniff... Hnnngh... N-nothing..."
"Hmm..."
I just stared at her. Face smeared with cum, she fidgeted like a guilty kid, avoiding my eyes.
Meanwhile, the thick semen scent all over her face had her nostrils flaring.
"Sia."
"Y-yeah?"
"Next time, ask first. I'll ask you too, got it?"
"Yeah... Got it..."
"We've rested, so let's work out."
"Y-yeah!!"
"Wash your face and come down."
"O-okay!!"
One of her hands had snuck toward her crotch unnoticed, but I pretended not to see and headed out, calling her to workout.
By the time Sia emerged for training, her face was a bit flushed, legs shaky.