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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Zaped
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“It’s hard to choose,” I mumbled.
“Done,” she replied, pressing her lips lightly against mine.
She gently licked the spot where the whipped cream had smeared.
“Ticklish,” I giggled.
Every time, Camilla would wriggle slightly, letting out a sultry moan.
I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the strawberry and whipped cream from the cleft of her breasts. She cupped my head and pressed me into her chest, as if I were a baby she was nursing. I couldn’t help but nuzzle my face into her chest, munching on the cream and berries.
“Mmm… uh…”
Camilla seemed to be eating a piece of cream cake with her other hand. I could hear the squelching sound of the cream and the sucking sound as she popped a strawberry into her mouth.
We both came to our senses a while later. Camilla’s face and body were flushed red. The area between her neck and the cleft of her breasts was glistening, whether from sweat or my saliva, I couldn’t tell.
She stretched out both arms. With one hand, she pulled up my T-shirt, and with the other, she tickled my lower abdomen.
“Where did that woman kiss you?”
I guided her hand to the spot. She kissed it, rolling her tongue around and sucking on it. It felt like she was trying to tear a layer of skin off, both titillating and stinging.
“Ow,” I winced.
But she only lifted her head after she had left a mark. Her lips were wet with saliva and glistened. Her eyes sparkled, and her chest rose and fell rapidly, as if she was a little excited from winning.
“Was she pretty?” she asked.
Truthfully, I had seen Reti’s ‘real’ side. She was wearing a military uniform and dragging a metal pipe.
But if I told an already angry Camilla, “Yeah, she was pretty cute. She’s a captain in the 8th Special Forces,” I might end up with a sniper rifle pointed at her head tonight.
Moreover, the people she trusted and relied on had been killed by the 8th Special Forces.
Even though Camilla was trying to distance herself from the Liberation Army, this was a completely different matter.
“No. She was wearing so much makeup and so many clothes that I couldn’t tell what she looked like. Must have been some kind of disguise.”
…It wasn’t a complete lie. Camilla chewed on her lip, looking annoyed.
“She must have a lot to lose, huh? She has everything she could want in a safe zone, but she still wants expensive alcohol and a man on the side? She’s quite something, isn’t she?”
“Come here,” I said.
Reluctantly, Camilla followed my hand. I was going to take her to the sofa in the living room, but it was in such a mess that I took her to her room instead. The inner room seemed safer.
“Calm down. Nothing really happened.”
“It’s not that. Whether something happened or not, I hate that someone touched what’s mine. It makes me angry and annoyed.”
Camilla looked like a child who had just had her toy taken away. I gently patted her back, and she finally sighed reluctantly.
“…What’s even more annoying is that I’m getting angry about this. I hate being conscious of these things.”
I didn’t quite understand. Was it a kind of self-perpetuating anger?
“Why are you so angry?”
“I told you! Someone touched…”
She stopped there and pulled away slightly. It seemed she had lost the energy to be angry. Instead, she turned her head slightly and mumbled.
“…It’s the same reason you wiped off your lipstick. Because I’m conscious of it.”
My heart pounded. My throat went dry. Camilla looked at me, her eyes averted as if she were embarrassed.
“…But, Johan.”
“Yeah?”
“We… what are we…”
She closed her eyes tightly.
I could easily guess what she was going to say next.
She was probably going to ask about our relationship.
We had already gone beyond being simple partners.
If we were just colleagues, I wouldn’t have felt the need to wipe off my lipstick, and Camilla wouldn’t have been angry.
Perhaps we had crossed the line a long time ago, and we both knew it. But…
Were we ready to admit it? It was different from wanting something to be yours.
Could we go further?
I gently took Camilla’s hand, just as I had when I didn’t know what to say. But she pulled her hand away.
“…We’re really good at this.”
“Talking with our bodies?”
Camilla nodded. What had happened at the dinner table was clearly a sign of welcome and relief. That’s how I understood it. And I think she wanted to express the same thing. Suddenly, I was curious.
“Camilla, do you feel the same way?”
Instead of answering, Camilla stood up and turned off the lights in the living room. She stood at the door, staring at me, then turned off the lights in the room.
The red light of the CCTV flickered. I had heard before we entered the hotel that the entire surveillance system was running because the hotel had been attacked by a flock of zombie birds and there might be infected people.
But Camilla didn’t seem to care, as if she wasn’t going to undress. She pulled me into bed and hugged me.
Because we were both wearing thin clothes, I could feel the changes in her body clearly. I tried to pull away a little out of embarrassment, but Camilla pulled me closer. I gave up and pressed my body close to hers.
“Ah,” she gasped, her body tensing. She seemed to be measuring something, then let out a soft sigh. I could feel her full breasts and the tense muscles of her abdomen.
“Why are we like this?”
Camilla didn’t answer my question. She just hugged me tightly and whispered.
“Keep talking. I like it when your body vibrates when you talk.”
It was strange. We were doing everything but talking about it. The CCTV at the head of the bed caught my attention. Even though it probably wasn’t recording audio, I wondered how we looked to the people watching through those lenses.
It was strange. Part of me felt uncomfortable, and part of me wanted this to continue. I reached out with the blanket and covered her and me. I gently placed my hand on her back, following the curve of her spine to her waist.
Camilla didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she slightly twisted her body as if urging me to touch her.
She slid her leg between mine, intertwining our legs.
I wanted to get closer.
Slowly, so as not to startle her, I moved my hand from her waist to her side. Camilla pressed my thigh with hers.
I moved my hand from her side to her ribs, then to her heart. Thump, thump, thump. A healthy and cute vibration. I stopped there. I raised my hand to her lower chest.
Camilla gently grabbed my arm. It was a signal to stop. I understood and lowered my hand. But Camilla didn’t. She guided my hand to her lower abdomen and pressed it firmly, as if telling me to touch here. It was warm, no, hot.
What did it mean? It was difficult. I wanted to ask, but I knew she wouldn’t answer. Just like I was hesitant to speak now.
“Camilla, do you want to stay in the city?”
“No. I hate this city. I just want to leave as soon as we’re done. What about you?”
“Me too. I’m tired of this room with the CCTV. I thought it would be nice to not have to stand guard or worry about zombies, but it’s not that great.”
“It’s better to be in an unprotected zone. Even if I’m hungry, sleepy, and tired, at least my mind is at peace. After all, there are zombies everywhere.”
“But if we’re outside, we’ll only have each other. Won’t you be bored?”
Before answering my question, Camilla guided my hand to the inside of her thigh. It was soft like the rest of her, but when I pressed gently, I could feel a firm, well-defined muscle
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