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We sat there in stunned silence, neither of us able to speak. I was utterly flabbergasted, and Della seemed shocked by her own words.
"Haha, what're you saying? A pretty girl like you marrying an old fart like me?" I laughed it off as her cute little joke.
But Della didn't seem to be joking.
"You're not old. Ten years older isn't that much... And... I work hard, and I can serve you for the rest of my life..."
She'd come straight to our inn as soon as she turned adult and hadn't seen much of the world yet, so of course she'd spout nonsense like this. I chuckled and patted her head.
"You work hard and you're good at making people laugh, too."
"I wasn't trying to make you laugh. I've been thinking about it for a while. I thought I'd be happy married to someone like you..."
"Haha."
"Now that my father's passed... and I'm an adult, I can choose who I marry, right...?"
"But Della." I teased her playfully. "Don't you care about my side of things? You just assume I'll marry you?"
"Ah...?"
Della's hands, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, froze stiff.
"Ah... Uh... I'm sorry... Hic...!"
Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes, and she started sobbing.
"I'm sorry... How dare a worthless thing like me... overstep with you, Master... I'm sorry..."
I was startled and awkwardly patted her shoulder to soothe her.
"Haha... Della... It was a joke..."
"A joke...? So... you might... marry me... is that what you mean...?"
Della sniffled as she asked. I pondered how to respond. Living with a girl like Della sounded great, but it wasn't that simple. This wasn't something we could just decide on a whim—especially not with the other employees to explain it to. And marriage was a huge life-changer for two people. For Della, who had just become an adult, it was way too rash.
"Della, how about this."
"How...?"
"You're just barely an adult, and you haven't experienced anything outside the inn, right?"
"Yes..."
"So, if five years from now you still want to marry me, we'll talk about it then."
Della looked up at me with her damp eyes.
"Five years...? So... you'll marry me in five years...?"
"Uh... well... we'll see then."
"Promise me..."
Della extended her pinky with a hoarse voice.
"That you won't marry the administrator in the meantime..."
"What? Who? Marry who?"
"Don't marry Administrator Hildeva... wait for me..."
Why the hell was Hildeva coming up out of nowhere? She had nothing to do with this... Oh! A distant memory suddenly hit me. Back when I'd first slept with Hildeva... I'd just stepped out of the room, and Della had bolted up to the third floor. I'd wondered what that was about, but now it clicked—she'd been peeking on us.
Come to think of it, that's around when Della started sneaking off alone to comfort herself...
Ha... the puzzle pieces finally fit. This girl might be even more depraved than Idi...
"You saw me with Hildeva, huh."
"I'm sorry... I heard strange noises... I thought you two were fighting... I'm sorry..."
"Nah, it's fine. That could've happened to anyone. And anyway, I wasn't planning to marry the administrator, so no worries."
Della's eyes went wide in surprise.
"You're not even dating... and you... did... that...?"
"You can do it without being a couple. Doesn't have to be husband and wife. Even in this inn..."
Della stared at me blankly, like she'd been smacked in the back of the head.
"Master... I thought... you were going to marry the administrator..."
Her slender pinky trembled in the air.
"So... I thought that's what you were... If I'd known otherwise, I would've..."
"Della..."
"I couldn't control my feelings for you... I'd peek on you and rub against the bar corner... or hide in an empty room alone... Lately, with Ukun's massage beads..."
Della rambled to herself, then shuddered as if struck by a sudden thought.
"Ah... but... if I do that... I won't be a virgin anymore... I'm sorry..."
She averted her gaze from me, mumbling in despair.
"I'm sorry, Master... A vulgar, filthy girl like me doesn't deserve you... Forget I ever said anything about marriage..."
"What are you talking about, Della? You're not filthy."
"But... I dirtied my own body... I'm sorry... I wanted to give you my first time..."
"No, Della. That's not true. And I don't care what you do alone."
"Really...?"
A faint spark of hope lit her face.
"Yeah. If anything, I'm grateful. A pretty girl like you thinking of me while doing it. I think of you sometimes when I do it myself."
Of course, it was a lie. I'd never masturbated to Della. But in this situation, a white lie like that was necessary.
"You... thought of me...?"
Della's face flushed beet red, like it might explode.
"Yeah. So don't talk about being dirty or whatever."
"Then... then... Hoo..."
Della squeezed her eyes shut and took deep breaths.
"Hoo... hoo... I can do it... hoo..."
"What's wrong, Della?"
"I can do it... all at once... hoo... hoo..."
After several deep breaths, Della's eyes snapped open. She suddenly climbed on top of me.
"Guh! What're you doing?!"
Della froze atop my stomach, shocked by her own boldness.
"I'm sorry, Master... Idi said... this is how you do it... the one who wants it has to be bold and go first..."
Idi...? Haha... she'd taught Della all the bad stuff, huh.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... But I can't hold back anymore... My body's breaking... I'm sorry, Master..."
"It's okay, Della. No need to apologize."
I tried to soothe her gently, but Della suddenly calmed her excitement and spoke in a deflated voice.
"But I'm sorry... for acting on my own... No... just forget today happened... I'm sorry..."
With that, Della pouted and tried to get off my stomach. I grabbed her waist.
"Kyaa! Master...?!"
Della wriggled to escape me, but ironically, that only made the hot wetness leaking from between her legs soak my shirt more.
"Let go, Master... Let me down... Mommy!!"
Suddenly, a gush of hot fluid burst from between her thighs, rubbing against my shirt hem. It soaked through her panties and spilled warmly onto my stomach.
"Mommy...! What do I do...! Kyaa!"
Panicking, Della arched her back like she'd been shocked and trembled violently.
"Hic... I'm sorryyy... I'm so sorryyy, Masssterrr..."
Bracing her hands on my shoulders with her hips raised, Della sobbed apologies. Fluid dripped steadily from between her legs.
"I'm sorry... I dirtied your clothes... I'm sorry..."
"It was cold, but now it's nice and warm."
"Master...!"
I grinned and smacked her ass hard with my palm. Della's hips bucked down, squirting again.
"Haaaaah... Haaaang... I did it againnn... Forgive meee..."
Della quivered on all fours atop me, then collapsed limply. Hot breath puffed against my neck, and her face was drenched in sweat. I pulled her lower back close and stroked her hair with one hand.
"Della. You okay?"
"Y-yeah... Hic... It's... weirder than when I do it alone..."
"Della. Shall we do it?"
Her convulsions stopped dead at my words. Della, who hadn't even breathed, slowly lifted her head.
"Master... You want to... do it with me...?"
"Yeah, Della. I want to do it with you."
"Then... kiss me, Master..."
I cupped her face and pressed my lips to her plump ones. Already slick with sweat, her lips slid against mine as our mouths slowly explored, tangling stickily.
"Tell me... how to use my tongue..."
"Put it in my mouth."
"Okaay..."
Della's soft tongue, laden with saliva, slipped past my lips. I nipped it lightly and wrapped my own around it. Her body twitched.
"Our clothes are soaked... Wanna just take 'em off?"
"Ah... Okay. Then, Master... give me your clothes. I'll fold them neatly. I'll go over there to undress..."
Before she finished, I roughly yanked off her top.
"Mommyy! Master...!"
"Hold still."
I stripped her skirt off too, leaving her stark naked in seconds. She hunched her shoulders. Though a chill breeze brushed her, her body streamed with sweat from tension and arousal. No unpleasant odor—just the scent of soap wafting from her skin. Inhaling it made my cock throb stiffly.
"Mommyyy... Something down there is poking me...!"
I chuckled, nudged her aside, and stripped. As my pants dropped, my rigid erection sprang up. Della covered her face with both hands.
"Heeeek...!"
"Come here, Della."
"Massster... I'm sorry... I can't do it after allll... I'm sorry for being so bold... Please forgive me..."
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her atop me.
"You can do it, Della. I'll make you feel good."
"Y-yes... yes... Be gentle... I'm scared..."
Her entrance was already flooded, so I positioned myself right at it. As the tip nudged between her folds, Della clung to my neck in fear. Sweat beaded thickly under her smooth, pale arms from terror. Just as I was about to thrust inside, Della suddenly jerked upright.
"Uh...! Master... that's not the right spot...!"
"Huh? It is."
"That's where pee comes out... You have to put it in the back...!"