As I jokingly taunt her, the realization slowly dawns on her. Her eyes wid, and she blinks rapidly, processing my words. Th, all at once, her face lights up with recognition and excitemt. “Daddy!!!” she exclaims, her voice bursting with thusiasm and joy.
In the next momt Aurora launches herself at me with surprising strgth, jumping high ough to find herself in my arms. I instinctively catch her, my hands automatically landing on her soft, plump butt as she wraps herself a me. I quickly adjust, holding her securely.
As my fingers sink into the plushness of her voluptuous behind, I can’t help but steal a glance at Aurora. I half-expect her to be offded or at least a little bothered, but she remains completely unperturbed.
Seeing that she doesn’t mind, or perhaps doesn’t ev realize, I allow myself a bit of indulgce as I continue massaging Aurora’s juicy butt. Her brain might not recognize what’s going on, but her body certainly does as she responds to my kneading with a contted sigh and by snuggling closer to my chest.
Ayame, who’s be observing this tire interaction with growing incredulity, finally speaks up. “Are you seriously going to keep calling him ‘Daddy’? I know you wt through a really traumatizing evt so I understand that you are looking for any comfort you can get, and if it helps you heal th… but still…”
Aurora, who’s simply be siltly basking in the warmth of my embrace, suddly blinks in confusion. “Huh?” she utters, completely thrown off by the question. A few seconds pass before realization hits her like a ton of bricks, and her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. “Huh?! Oh no! I-I didn’t ev realize I was saying that!” she stammers, looking absolutely mortified.
I finally stop my ‘juicy butt massaging session’ and cradle her onto one of my arms and gtly pat her back with the other as if she really was a young daughter of mine.
She mumbles, “I wasn’t raised to be like this… Please forgive me…” Her voice is tinged with embarrassmt and evidt anger towards herself for her shameful antics.
Yet, despite her words, she doesn’t make any move to pull away. Instead, she tights her grip a my neck and leans onto my shoulder, her body language suggesting that she’s joying the closess far more than she’s willing to admit.
I glance at Ayame, who’s watching the sce unfold with wide, unbelieving eyes. Seeing her reaction a satisfied smirk finds its way onto my lips. Blossom, meanwhile, seems both amused and pleased, her intse gaze fixed on Aurora as if she’s sizing her up. Seeing the mixed reactions, I just shrug. If Aurora wants to cling to me, I’m not going to push her away.
I’m starting to become an expert at cheering up dejected girls, after all.
With Aurora still comfortably nestled in my arms, I step into the inn, the door creaking slightly as it closes behind us. The warm glow of the lanterns illuminates the wood interior, and we’re immediately greeted by two feminine voices speaking in perfect unison. “Welcome to the-”
Their greeting is cut off by a startled yelp from the younger one, the freckled girl who stared at my love-lance quite fiercely. Her eyes go wide as she points an accusing finger at me. “Mom, it’s him! The one who… who… released all those fluids and almost shattered the tire building! We finally managed to scrape it all out of the floorboards… And the devil is already back…”
“You did what?!” My beautiful warrior inquires rather tactlessly which earns her a proud grin from me and a flustered whimper from Blossom. Seems like ev she isn’t completely immune to embarrassmt.
The innkeeper girl th shrieks, “wait, there’s two more girls this time! He will completely ruin us!”
I can’t hold myself back any longer and erupt into a hearty laugh. I thought she would be more timid like last time, but now that her parts are back she is significantly less reserved, and instead whines and snitches on me while basically doing the equivalt of a kid hiding under her mom’s skirt.
The girl’s mother, who appears to be the main innkeeper, narrows her eyes at me with a great mix of emotions visible in her gaze. She th looks betwe me and the girl in my arms.
After a few momts she finally sighs and whispers in a loud-ough tone that all of us hears her words clearly; “*sigh*… if only I was a few years younger and didn’t have my deadbeat husband’s wedding ring a my finger…”
“Mom?!”
“What? It’s nothing, baby…” This innkeeper woman clearly has a few life choices she regrets, but sadly for her, ev if she were the most beautiful woman in the world who threw herself at me I still wouldn’t tap that ass unless I knew for certain that her husband really doesn’t deserve her.
I despise cheaters with all my heart, and if a girl cheats on her husband with me, who is to say she won’t cheat on me with another man should the opportunity prest itself?
I don’t do half measures, and now that I have wom I guinely love I see no reason to fuck a. If this mother really wants to earn my good graces th her first step would have to be to separate from her husband- or more specifically divorce- if allowed by law in this land.
“Now, now,” I say, keeping my tone measured. “There’s no need for alarm. I assure you, we’re here for more of a dry and quiet stay this time. I would also like to offer my sincere apologies for any inconvices I may have caused due to my overeager mood earlier today.”
“We’ll also be needing another room for the night,” I continue, addressing the innkeeper while ignoring the fuming daughter.
The mother looks at me with a tired, slightly sad expression, “I’m sorry that this old lady has to be the party pooper but we really can’t have you repeat the same actions you did in the afternoon. My husband is still trying to clean your used sheets, and he has be at it for hours…”
I almost let out a stereotypical ‘kekekeke’ mobster laugh of my own. I would be lying if I said my superiority as a man didn’t suddly feel severely boosted by her statemt.
Enjoy cleaning my cum-filled sheets, bro.
Goddess have mercy on my soul, for I am becoming a scumbag…
