SOTBW - 125

At those words, the eyelashes that had been directed downward lifted. Najane mustered up the courage to lift her head. Maximón gently kissed her warm cheek to ensure she wouldn’t act like a sinner again. The corners of Najane’s eyes were slightly moist. Maximón closed his mouth, which was about to make an excuse. Seeing Najane’s shadowed expression, his chest ached.

Maximón always prioritized himself. For a long time, he thought that as long as he could fulfill the act of being truly loved, Najane’s misfortune didn’t matter. He believed that as long as there was one person who trusted and cared for him, his life would finally find stability.

In the process, if someone was unhappy, it was unavoidable. That’s why he had tried to isolate Najane completely. If the world ignored and ridiculed you, you would naturally seek refuge in my arms. You would eventually realize that in our lives, we don’t need anyone else, only each other. You would learn that you could be happy just by looking at me, ignoring everything happening around you…

I only thought of being loved, never of what I could give you.

Ah, I did try to give something. Isolation, loneliness, unhappiness, anxiety…

The soot, so far from Najane Schnicks’ joy.

Maximón quietly contorted his face. Only then did he realize how arrogant and foolish his actions had been earlier that day. Even though he wanted to prioritize Najane, he instinctively acted to satisfy his own desires. Maximón was frustrated and disgusted with himself for that.

Fortunately, Najane seemed to understand what Maximón was thinking, gazing at him with her round eyes. Maximón felt a faint sense of relief at her timid gaze.

When Najane had avoided him, it was the first time he felt true fear. In that moment, he couldn’t even breathe. That kind of anxiety and fear was something he had never experienced, and he never wanted to again.

“You seemed really angry just a moment ago…”

Najane asked, with a hint of doubt in her voice.

Maximón intertwined his fingers with hers and acknowledged it honestly.

“You kept avoiding me, and I almost lost my composure.”

Maximón smiled lightly. Najane tilted her head in confusion. The situation had developed differently from what Didina had advised. Maximón would shift his gaze to the left if she looked that way, and if she turned right, he would follow her subtly.

It seemed like he was trying his best to make eye contact, and she glanced at him. As if waiting for her, he gently cupped her cheeks with both hands. His touch on her warm cheeks was as kind and gentle as always.

Najane stared at Maximón, clearly confused.

Maximón fully understood her confusion.

“We need to talk a little.”

He murmured softly and then took her hand, leading her. The room Najane came from was much smaller than the bedroom. The fact that it had a fireplace was surprising.

Maximón sat Najane on the bed and closed the door. He knelt on the rug and took off her shoes. Her small feet fit easily in one of his hands. It was surprising and amazing that someone with such small feet could run around the field so busily.

He roughly massaged the calloused soles of her feet, then kissed the relatively smooth tops of her feet. Najane trembled in surprise, and Maximón softly smiled as he raised his head.

“Let’s talk about that cultural meaning thing first.”

“That…”

Najane, feeling ticklish from Maximón’s touch, explained what she had been told by Didina. She didn’t know that the act of grabbing someone’s hand and then pushing it away was an insult, a very degrading gesture referring to a prostitute. When she explained it, Maximón’s expression was complicated…

She thought Didina couldn’t have lied to her, so she seriously believed in that absurd explanation. Maximón pondered where to begin and then slowly traced the top of her foot with his thumb. His light touch made Najane twist her waist slightly from the tickling sensation.

“Do you remember what I said before?”

“What do you mean?”

“That you can treat me like your masturbation tool.”

At the blunt expression, Najane clenched her toes instead of replying.

Maximón looked up at her and smiled gently.

“You can treat me like that.”

“…That’s a very kind and perverted thing to say.”

“Thank you for thinking of me as kind. Actually, I want to do something a bit more perverted, but I’m holding back because I’m afraid you’ll hate it.”

“You mean tying me to the bed?”

Najane asked as if she had expected it, but Maximón didn’t answer. He looked troubled, as if wondering how to respond to Najane, who thought that was the extent of his perverted desires.

“...Is there something more than that?”

Najane was slightly flustered by Maximón’s hesitation. Feeling uneasy, Najane pulled her foot, which he was holding, onto the bed. But he held her ankle tightly and wouldn’t let go. Maximón stared silently at Najane’s foot before slowly raising his gaze. His eyes were full of mischief.

“I’ll tell you if you swear you won’t run away.”

“I will never make such a vow.”

“You’re curious, aren’t you?”

“No, not at all. I’m not curious at all.”

“Hmm, you might open your eyes to a new world.”

“I’m satisfied with the world I’m in now...”

“That’s a bit of a shame. I’m slightly dissatisfied with our relationship. Well, satisfaction with a masturbation tool is a luxury. Don’t you think?”

“I have never treated you like that!”

Najane was startled by Maximón’s self-deprecating words and lowered her head towards him. At that moment, Maximón stretched his neck and kissed Najane. He pressed his lips together once, then pulled back slightly to check Najane’s reaction, before tilting his head and kissing her lightly again.

As if she had been waiting for this moment, Najane quickly closed her eyes and cupped his chin with both hands. Maximón pushed himself up against the bed, slowly pushing Najane back. A soft sound came from their touching lips.

“I’m sorry.”

The moment their lips parted slightly, Maximón murmured in a low voice. But Najane had no idea what he was apologizing for. Maximón kissed Najane’s forehead and said again.

“I’m sorry, Najane.”

The affectionate kisses traveled down her forehead and nose bridge, before finally resting on her lips again.

“...I’ve only been saying sorry to you lately.”

“Maximón.”

Najane spoke before he could say anything more.

“Originally, my plan was not to talk to you for a few days.”

“What?”

“I thought you were very angry. So I thought we should use separate rooms until you felt better....”

Maximón’s eyebrows furrowed sharply at the mention of separate rooms. Najane noticed this and smiled briefly.

“I asked the head maid for advice because I was curious about your feelings. She said I could find the answer by pushing you away. But... I feel like I’ve done something unnecessary.”

Najane, who had been caressing Maximón’s forehead and eyes, kissed him lightly. Najane whispered to Maximón, trying not to look embarrassed.

“Just hold me now.”

Najane, having mustered her courage, fidgeted with Maximón’s shirt collar.

“Would it be too perverted if I said... I wish you would enter me soon?”

No, not at all. Maximón, feeling impatient, swallowed his reply and covered Najane’s lips with his own. He hugged Najane tightly, as if he were on fire.

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Maximón sat Najane on his lap and gently and persistently rubbed her below. Even though Najane had been intimate with a man several times, she was embarrassed by foreplay. She probably doesn’t know how lovely she looks in Maximón’s eyes, with her blushing face, stifled moans, and gently biting her lower lip.

Najane leaned her back against the wall, but every time Maximón’s fingers stroked her parted area, she tilted her head back and trembled. Her breasts were visible through her half-undressed clothes. Her chest, rising and falling heavily with excitement, stimulated Maximón. He slipped his hand inside her clothes and roughly squeezed her breast. The buttons he had been trying to undo became taut as a result.

Maximón rubbed his lips against Najane’s nipples, which were protruding as if asking to be sucked. Najane moaned as he stimulated her erect nipples. Instinctively, Najane embraced Maximón’s head. She wanted him to suck hard at her peak quickly. But he didn’t suck or lick her breasts. He only kissed them.

Anxious, Najane rubbed her lips against Maximón’s forehead. Then, he who had been pinching and rubbing her clit, responded to her kiss by caressing her lower, deeply parted area. Najane’s opening was wet with fluids, enough to dampen his palm. Maximón gently inserted his fingers into her already throbbing opening, as if to soothe it. Her thoroughly wet opening strongly sucked in his fingers as if it had been waiting for them. The force with which it tightened and loosened around his fingers was both soft and firm.

Maximón looked at Najane as if she were adorable. As he gently moved his fingers as Najane desired, strength entered her slender waist. As excitement slowly bloomed between her legs, she instinctively moved her pelvis.

He gazed at her luscious breasts swaying before his eyes and kissed her nipples once more. When his lips brushed against her nipples, which were so stiff they were almost painful to touch, Najane looked at Maximón with expectant eyes.

But Maximón, knowing what she wanted, kept his lips tightly shut. Najane grew increasingly impatient. Embracing Maximón’s neck, Najane whispered in a voice filled with embarrassment.

“Maximón… please….”

Najane touched Maximón’s lips with her sweaty fingertips. As she continued to trace his stubbornly closed lips, Maximón slowly opened his mouth. Najane offered her breast to Maximón’s slightly opened mouth. As if giving milk to a pouting baby, she placed it in his mouth, and only then did he suck on her nipple.

When he strongly flicked her hardened nipple with his tongue and sucked it with a vulgar sound, Najane let out a groan. Najane breathed heavily, as if feeling good, and tightly embraced Maximón’s head. As he nibbled on her nipple, slippery fluids gushed out from her open opening.

The fluids flowing down Maximón’s wrist were clear yet slightly viscous. He carefully caressed her other breast and meticulously stroked the wrinkles around her opening. Najane’s entire body was lovely. There was truly no part of her that wasn’t beautiful.

He removed his hand from below and licked the fluids smeared on his fingers. As he deliciously licked them as if he had accidentally spilled expensive alcohol, Najane hurriedly grabbed Maximón’s hand as if telling him not to. Then, Maximón, wearing a mischievous smile, shoved his fluid-covered fingers into Najane’s mouth.