Chapter 397.


    <strong>Chapter 397. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: Things Get Steamy Down by the Stream. (3/5)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa quietly grumbled between bated breaths in my left ear, “What the heck… hah… if it feels that good… hah... when you don’t even put it in… hah… how am I supposed to hold myself back… hah... from eating my cake all in one go?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Weren’t we supposed to be taking a bath? How’d it end with us getting dirtier?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who cares? It felt good for you too, didn’t it? Or… are you suggesting you didn’t enjoy it at all?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We should hurry up, it’s going to get a lot colder soon. The sun’s already below the horizon.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa tilted her head to the right and peeked at the sky over her shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She took in a breath of air and forgot to breathe out, dumbstruck by the sigh she saw. A sky divided between night and day. In the western sky, you could still see remnants of day. As your eyes traced a path away from the sun there was a gradient transition to night. To the east, you could see hints of twinkling stars in the sky with half of the moon visible in the night sky.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s really pretty,” Rosa unconsciously mumbled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not as much as you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her body raised up as she slowly pushed off the ground and turned her head to face me with a grin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you actually want to do it again?” She asked in a cheeky fashion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, we’d get sick from the cold.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How boring. We won’t get cold if we keep each other warm.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Like hell we won’t. Let’s just get cleaned up fast and head back to the campfire to warm up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, then I’ll help you clean up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine, I can clean myself up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way, we can’t have that. I made the mess, so it’s only natural that I clean it up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">With her left hand pressing my chest down, she crawled back a bit until her head stopped when it arrived in front of my abdomen. When she suddenly stuck her tongue out, I ced my hands on her shoulders, held her back, and asked, “What are you doing? Just wash it off with some water normally.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why~? That’d be such a waste. Just let your girlfriend give you some extra service.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve provided more than enough ‘services’ for one day.” I’d probably lose out to temptation and we’d end up doing more here if I didn’t preemptively stop her now. Besides that... there was another problem right now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No I haven’t.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, you have.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.” She shook her head.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.” She shook her head for the second time.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.” She nodded, obviously trying to get me to say the opposite on autopilot without thinking.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you really think I’m going to fall for that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tsk. Don’t be stubborn and just fall for it, jerk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pushed her shoulders back until she was in a seated posture and sat upright myself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She looked like she wanted to say something, but I spoke up first and said, “I love you.” I briefly kissed her on the lips which seemingly caught her off guard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I pulled back, she sat in the water with her right arm straight by her side, partially submerged, while she tugged on her right elbow with her left hand. Her head was turned a bit to the side in the direction the sun set and she had a strange expression on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You know, I’ll still tell you I love you even if you don’t do that sort of thing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She peeked at me from the corner of her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is something wrong?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I… didn’t expect you to say or do that out of nowhere… you… really love me?” Rosa asked in an uncharacteristically docile fashion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sshed some water on our bodies where the sticky white fluid was to wash it away and exined, “Obviously. I get that you do those sorts of things because you want to hear me say it, but even if you don’t do them, I love you. I’m more concerned about you getting sick than about you making me feel good.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Getting sick? What do you mean?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The water from the stream got on our bodies, right? Even if it looks clean, there’s no telling whether it’s safe to ingest even in small quantities. There would be some water from the stream mixed in if you did what you were about to.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. That’s what you mean.” She raised her left hand and positioned the ball of her palm in front of her mouth to hide her lips as her gaze returned to the side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, what’s this? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you get all meek.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up. I’m not meek.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you blushing? You are, aren’t you?” I naturally didn’t miss the opportunity to tease her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not blushing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, sure you aren’t.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She rotated in ce and turned her back to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around her from behind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’re you hugging me for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not hugging you, I’m just helping you wash yourself off.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re obviously hugging me no matter what angle you look at this from.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then, I am hugging you. Is there a problem with a boyfriend hugging his girlfriend?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She leaned back in my arms and entrusted her full weight to me without saying anything.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing to say about that?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two of us remained in silence. While she watched the sky, I scooped up some water in my right hand and started to wipe her body down. Starting from her toes, up her legs, to her arms, back, andstly the front of her body. When the back of my hand bumped into her breast from below, she grabbed both my hands and ced them on top of her breasts. She held it there as she tilted her head up and rested the back of her head and hair on my right shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was looking straight up at the night sky.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’re you doing now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m turned on again and it’s all your fault. If you love me, prove it and do something about it for me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re kidding, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She rotated her head from side to side on my right shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This is basically a honeymoon. Getting turned on a lot when you’re on a honeymoon with your significant other is pretty normal if you ask me. So no, I’m not kidding.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. A honeymoon you say?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. A honeymoon. You’re the one who proposed to me but never took me on one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But honeymoonse after the wedding ceremony.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’re living under the same roof every day, we’re basically a married couple by this point. As an effective married couple, this is our first time going somewhere all alone together, thus, it can be said to be our honeymoon.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just give up, you’re not going to win an argument using your logic with a woman.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. How unreasonable.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I removed my right hand from her right breast while my left hand slid across to cup it. My right hand journeyed downward along her skin until it arrived at her thighs. Slipping between those heavenly thighs, my fingers prated her body from below while I embraced her with my left arm wrapped over her breasts.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t exert an ounce of strength, she entrusted everything to me while she gazed upon the twinkling stars overhead at ease with both hands at her sides submerged in the water.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her breathing quickened as time ticked by slowly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It feels really good...” she eventually murmured something absentmindedly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What feels good?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As if she hadn’t heard my question, she continued, “... so good I’m afraid when it’s over I’ll wake up on my bed at home and find out this was all just a dream. Hahhh~ Mmm~” Right when she finished her sentence, she let out a moan and bit her lower lip.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her vaginal muscles pulled my finger in and violently convulsed. I held her close and didn’t let her go. When her body calmed down she took in a deep breath and held it in for some time before she slowly exhaled out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You satisfied now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not even close… but for the time being, I’ll settle for this much.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Good, then let’s head back now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hold up, I still haven’t washed your back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No thank you, you’ve washed enough.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t be so stubborn, just let me do it before I push you down again and we end up going for another round.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s really fine.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She spun around and rotated her body around my right side to get behind me. “Hey hold on, stop.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was toote to stop her from seeing my back. She’d frozen up when she saw it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran…” she called out my name with a pained expression.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did I… do this…” she asked hesitantly despite knowing the answer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not a big deal, you don’t need to worry about it.”