As I look upon her, I almost forget about the presence of the sleeping girl in the room. She’s there but she’s not the center of attention. Not when the Scarlet Lady is here, talking to me, perhaps waiting to gift me more cakes.
Just as that thought arises in my mind, she conjures a wooden box and sends it toward me.
“Thank you!” I tell her effusively, quickly tearing off the lid and taking a bite of the first cake.
There are four in total, just like last time, so I should try to make them last. But it’s impossible to do so when they taste so damn good. It’s almost like a drug as it hits my tongue, better than even Zantrax.
As I finish the first cake, the Scarlet Lady appears right in front of me. Only a few steps separate us. Between her mesmerizing presence and the sweet taste of the cakes on my tongue, I’m entirely enthralled.
“You did such a valiant act tonight, Nykander,” she murmurs. “You saved that girl from a terrible fate.”
It’s only then that I remember this is Miss Moe’s room and she’s sleeping just a few steps away from us. My mind conjures up the events of the night as well as my regard for Miss Moe.
It’s almost like being thrown into water. My eyes are wide open, my heart pounding in my chest as I focus on her figure on the bed.
“Oh, it was nothing. I couldn’t have let anything happen to her,” I admit honestly. “She’s the sweetest lady I’ve ever met. You, too, of course.”
“Why, thank you for the compliment, Nykander. You’re such a well behaved male, aren’t you?”
I nod. “Yes, of course.”
She seems pleased with my reply as she follows up with, “Then tell me the truth and don’t leave anything out.”
“Of course.”
“That girl. Tell me about her. How do you feel about her? The truth?”
“She’s a sweet lady?—”
“No, Nykander. Anyone can say she’s a sweet lady. I’m asking howyoufeel about her.”
Redness spreads across my cheeks as I look away.
“I…like her. She’s beautiful.”
“You like her as a person, or…” she trails off.
“I—” It’s almost as if the words are compelled out of me and I am unable to stop them as I speak far more honestly than I have even with myself. “She’s beautiful. Attractive. All I want is to be near her, touch her, feel her against my skin. She makes my body react. My cock hardens whenever she’s next to me and I seek relief to thoughts about her every single night. I?—”
My eyes are wide with shock at the extent of my confession. What… But it doesn’t stop.
“I want her. I want to touch her. I want her to touch me. I want to?—”
“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” The Scarlet Lady purrs.
“Yes.”
“Of course you do. You’re a male. It’s natural.”
“No, no.” I shake my head. “She’s theonlyone I want to fuck. She’s the only female I’veevergotten an erection for.”
“My, my,” she says in a singsong voice. “That is quite rare. At your age, too.”
“Maybe.” I shrug. “But if it’s not her, I don’t want it.”
“But doesshewant you?”
I frown, then think on it. “I think she likes me too,” I answer uncertainly. “She kissed me on the cheek.”
