Chapter 340.


    <strong>Chapter 340. At a Motel with a Prostitute in the Room Next Door: Spending the Night with Yuna. (5/5)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Since I’m here I can help you out with your shower.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Help me out? Aren’t you the one who needs a hand here?” She peeked over her shoulder, then grinned at me as her eyes shot down in the direction of my lower body.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She pushed her rear out and bumped into me pushing my morning wood up against the crack between her cheeks from behind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, we can both help clean each other.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wrapped my arms around her from behind andthered her body with soap.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, if you’re going to help me wash my body, don’t forget to clean between my thighs, it might be a bit hard to reach though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She tiptoed and ced her hands against the wall in front of her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? It’s hard to reach? What a coincidence, I have the perfect tool for the job. It’s just the right height too.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I slit my erection between her inner thighs, ced my hands on the side of her outer thighs, and squeezed them together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re right, your tool really is perfect for the job. Hah~” A heated moan inadvertently slipped out as she said that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Slipping in and out between two heavenly soft thighs the water bombarded us from above. Her pants were drowned out amidst the water that hit our bodies andnded on the ground. It flowed down her womanly curves, down her glossy, wet, ck hair, over the front of her breasts cupped in the palm of my hands.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Grinding it against the entrance of the slit between her legs while massaging her all over was enough to make her climax. It was testament to how inexperienced and sensitive her body still was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You didn’t even finish yet, what’s with this? It’s unfair. In all the stories I’ve read, the guy blew his load before the girl climaxed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you’re still pretty inexperienced.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Experience is really the problem here?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.” I naturally didn’t tell her it’s because her body’s overly sensitive. For someone with a developed imagination like her, she experienced things very differentlypared to others. Writing caused you to vividly picture and imagine what everything felt like. You needed to be able to do so to convey it properly in words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">To feel something without it actually happening, you had to be able to form a solid concrete image of it in your mind. She had all sorts of things running through her head when touching her which amplified the sensations she felt. She was unconsciously engraving those sensations and feelings deep into memories so she’d be able to use those experiencester on. Every little minor detail became something big to her. Her mind would hone in on it and amplify it severalfold.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If experience is really the issue, keep going.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“As you wish.” Internally, an evil grin floated through my mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">…


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuna was currently sprawled out on the bed t,pletely exhausted. In the end, our little battle inside the shower this morning yielded a result of three to one in my favor. It was a crushing defeat for her and she could hardly stand on her feet. I had to carry her out of the shower back to the bed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It seemed I’d taken things a bit too far.


    <span style="font-weight:400">To make up for it, I’d been tasked with drying her hair and body off with a small hand towel she had in her handbag. It took a while to dry her hair because of how long it was, but after a few trips to the sink to wring out all the water the hand towel soaked up, I eventually got it dry enough.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re awful, you know that?” When Yuna finally caught her breath, she looked up at me with judgemental eyes andined reproachfully.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry about that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. It’s my own fault for not knowing better. Men are wolves.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We should probably get going though. It’s already noon.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“To that girl’s ce?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You really think she’s being truthful about her identity?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to check out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Check out? She was rather pretty, I wonder just what it is you’re really going to check out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Are you by any chance… jealous?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not. I’m more worried that girl is going to get scammed by you the same way you scammed me, she sounded pretty desperate for a boyfriend yesterday.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How rude, I didn’t scam you. You signed your soul over to me fair and square.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuna rolled her eyes with half her head hanging off the bottom edge of the bed while looking up at me and said, “You didn’t even have a solid solution worked out by the time I signed that and you’re still working on figuring something out right now. In what way was I not scammed?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When you put it like that, it does sound like you got scammed. If you’re so dissatisfied, do you want to rip up that contract?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why not? I scammed you, didn’t I?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...” She shut her eyes with a peaceful smile on her face and didn’t bother to respond.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You look pretty content despite yourint about me scamming you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Some people in the world like being scammed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? You’re one of those idiots?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. I think I am. So please scam me some more in the future.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Looking down at her from above, facing the direction she wasying down on the bed, I ced my left hand on her cheek. When she felt my hand on her cheek, she ced her left hand on top of mine and said, “I’ll trust you despite being a no-good scammer, okay? So be grateful that you have my trust, my awful coworker who ys around with so many women at once.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When you say it like that, I really sound like a low life.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You are. But it turns out you’re the low life I coincidentally like, so you’re forgiven.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey Yuna, I really hate to kill the mood, but before we leave… there’s one problem we’ve got to take care of.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A problem we need to take care of? What is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah. That.” I pointed at the sheet I’d removed from the bed and thrown on the couch.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She opened her eyes, rotated her head in the direction I pointed, and questioned back, “What’s the problem exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… you fell asleep pretty quicklyst night after we finished and it seems you didn’t notice it when you got up to take your shower this morning as well, but… well, it’s easier to just show you the problem.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised the balled-up sheet in one hand and let it unravel in front of her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you see the problem now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes… this is… a rather embarrassing problem to have.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not just embarrassing, they may try to confiscate the security deposit using this as an excuse.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well sorry for being a virgin. Really though, is my virginity worth less than a hundred dors to you? Don’t you think this is a pretty cheap price to pay for it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am not getting conned out of a hundred dors for this. I’m fine with being the one scamming, but I can’t stand being the one getting scammed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your cheapness truly knows no limits.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So? What’s your n to get all your money back?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There’s only one thing I can do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That is?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll be right back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, answer my question. What are you taking it with you for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m going to try selling it for a hundred dors. I’m sure there are some sick degenerate perverts out there who’d be interested.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Suddenly rejuvenated, Yuna vigorously jumped off the bed and grabbed my arm to stop me from opening the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Say that again? What do you n to do with that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m selling some bloody sheets to make some money. You got a problem with that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I’ve got a big problem with that actually. Especially when the bloody in bloody sheets doesn’t mean bloody sheets.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha. Isn’t English a funnynguage?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Like hell it is. This isn’t even remotely funny. You sell that, and even if I like you, I’ll murder you then kill myself immediately after.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Rx, it was just a little joke. I’m not really selling it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you really think I’d believe a scammer?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I swear, I really won’t. I just wanted to see your reaction. It was definitely worth it to see my usually cool andposed coworker freaking out over something.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You better not even think of selling that to some perverted guy. If you do, it definitely won’t end well for you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I get it. I promise I won’t, so can you let me go now? I’m just nning to get this thoroughly washed with bleach.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Really?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. I saw on this motel’s website that some rooms have a washing machine and dryer in the unit. I’m just going to find someone who’s staying in one of those units, that’s all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, so that’s what your n was. Say so sooner, you jerk.” She squeezed my wrist and red at me intensely.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you stare at me so passionately and refuse to let go of my wrist, I might misunderstand and think you’re up for another round already.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmph! Who’d let you trick them into doing that again?” She released her hold on my wrist. When she abruptly turned away, her hair rose up and whipped me on the arm. She seated herself back down on the bed, crossed her legs below bed-level in a defensive on-guard fashion before she retrieved her phone and started fiddling with it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now that she was ignoring me, I was free to leave. I turned the doorknob, opened the door, and stepped outside.