Della's Tearful Proposal
"I... I'll be your wife, Master."
We both fell silent, unable to say a word. I was dumbfounded, and Della seemed shocked by her own words.
"Haha, what are you talking about? A pretty girl like you marrying an old guy like me?"
I laughed it off as her cute little joke. But Della didn't seem to think so.
"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 started working here, so she still didn't know much about the world and was talking nonsense. I chuckled and patted her head.
"You work hard and know how to make 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 to marry, right...?"
"But Della." I said teasingly. "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 someone worthless like me... overstep with you... I'm sorry..."
Startled, I had no idea what to do and just rubbed her shoulders.
"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 starting out as an adult, and you haven't seen much beyond the inn, right?"
"Yes..."
"So, if in five years you still want to marry me, let's think 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."
"Then promise me..."
Della extended her pinky with a hoarse voice.
"Don't marry the administrator in the meantime..."
"What? Who? Marry who?"
"Don't marry Administrator Hildeva... wait for me..."
Why was Hildeva coming up out of nowhere? She had nothing to do with this... Ah! A distant memory suddenly hit me. Back when I'd first been with Hildeva... as I was leaving the room, Della had fled 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. Turns out she's even more devious 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 on the back of the head.
"Master... I... I thought you were going to marry the administrator..."
Her slender pinky trembled in the air.
"So... I thought you two were... If I'd known otherwise, I would've..."
"Della..."
"I couldn't control my feelings for you... I'd peek at 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 remembering something.
"Ah... but... if I do that... I won't be a virgin anymore... I'm sorry..."
She averted her eyes from me, mumbling in despair.
"I'm sorry, Master... A vulgar, dirty girl like me doesn't deserve you... Forget I ever said anything about marriage..."
"What are you saying, Della? You're not dirty."
"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 did alone."
"Really...?"
A faint spark of hope lit her face.
"Yeah. I'm grateful, even. A pretty girl like you thinking of me while doing it. I think of you sometimes when I do it, too."
Of course, it was a lie. I'd never masturbated to Della. But in this moment, a white lie like that was necessary.
"You... thought of me...?"
Della's face flushed beet red.
"Yeah. So don't say you're dirty or anything."
"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 steadying her breathing, Della's eyes snapped open. She suddenly climbed on top of me.
"Kuh! What are 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 voice weak.
"But I'm sorry... for acting on my own... No... just forget today... I'm sorry..."
She started to slink off my lap, looking dejected. I grabbed her waist.
"Kyaa! Master...?!"
Della wriggled to escape, but that only made her hot slickness soak through my shirt more.
"Let go, Master... let me down... Mommy!!"
Rubbing against my shirt hem, her hot nectar suddenly gushed beyond control, trickling warmly.
"Mommy...! What do I do...! Kyaa!"
Flustered, Della arched her back and shuddered violently.
"Hic... I'm sorryyy... I'm so sorryyy, Masssterrr..."
Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she sobbed an apology with her hips raised. Her nectar dripped steadily.
"I'm sorry... I dirtied your clothes... I'm sorry..."
"It was cold, but now it's warm. Feels nice."
"Master...!"
I grinned and smacked her ass hard with my palm. Della's back curved downward, and she gushed again.
"Haaaah... haaaang... I came againnn... forgive meee..."
She collapsed atop me in a trembling heap on all fours. Hot breath puffed against my neck, her face drenched in sweat. I pulled her close by the small of her back, stroking her hair with one hand.
"Della. You okay?"
"I'M... okayyy... hic... way more... intense than alone..."
"Della. Shall we do it?"
Her spasms stopped dead. Della, not even breathing, slowly lifted her head.
"Master... with me...?"
"Yeah, Della. I want to."
"Then... kiss me, Master..."
I cupped her face and pressed my lips to her plump ones. Already slick with sweat, they slid together, slowly exploring, sticky and entwined.
"Tell me... how to use my tongue..."
"Put it in my mouth."
"Okaay..."
Her soft tongue, laden with saliva, slipped past my lips. I nipped it lightly and wrapped my tongue around hers. Della jolted.
"Your clothes are soaked... wanna just take 'em off?"
"Ah... okay. Then Master... give me your clothes. I'll fold them nicely. I'll change over there..."
Before she finished, I roughly stripped off her top.
"Mommyy! Master...!"
"Stay still."
I yanked off her skirt too, leaving her glistening and hunching her shoulders. A chill breeze brushed her, but her body streamed with sweat from tension and arousal. No unpleasant odor—just a clean soapy scent that made me throb hard.
"Mommyyy... something's poking me down there...!"
I chuckled, nudged her aside, and stripped. As my pants dropped, it sprang free. Della covered her face with both hands.
"Hiiiik...!"
"Come here, Della."
"Masssterr... I'm sorry... I can't do ittt... I'm sorry for being presumptuous... please forgive me..."
I wrapped her waist and pulled her atop me.
"You can do it, Della. I'll make you feel good."
"Yess... yess... be gentle... I'm scared..."
Already drenched, as I slid into her slick heat, Della clung to my neck in fear. Sweat beaded thickly under her smooth white arms from terror. Just as I started to thrust, she suddenly lifted her torso.
"W-wait...! Master... that's not the right spot...!"
"Huh? It is."
"That's where pee comes out... you have to put it in the back...!"