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Akkard, who saw the pathetic expression, briefly kicked his tongue. This was the problem with outdoor sex. His time to relax and enjoy his afterglow was always interrupted; he immediately revealed his original temper.
“Move your hands.”
Holding Damia’s shaky hand, he took it away from the locker. Then he clenched his fist and hit the wall of the locker hard.
He didn’t even seem to want to hide the fact that there were people in the locker. Although it was a deafening sound, his strong fist was intact.
“Get out of here!”
Akkard, revealing his discomfort, immediately threatened those outside. The servant girl, who knew nothing, was literally stunned and terrified by his aggressive reaction.
Although she worked in a noble family for a long time, this was the first time something like this happened. Shocked and frightened, the maid turned around and ran away.
The sound of the maid’s footsteps echoed loudly in the hallway, slowly fading away. When the traces of her body disappeared completely, the relieved Damia’s body could finally relax.
She had moved so energetically in a small place that was short of oxygen that her eyes were spinning. Fortunately, Akkard held her waist lightly with one arm as she was about to fall forward. Then he took out his handkerchief with his other hand and wiped off the semen between Damia’s white thighs.
After cleaning off the damp liquid, the dress managed to look fine when it was lowered. The hem of the clothes was wrinkled, but it didn’t show easily if one didn’t pay attention.
‘All right, that’s enough.’
Akkard, who checked and confirmed her dress and proper appearance, raised his head. The moment he saw Damia’s face, his masculine eyebrows immediately drew into a frown.
‘I don’t think I can do this.’
It was as if he had made a rose grow into full bloom. Damia’s disheveled appearance was highly provoking. The always neat hair was disheveled and added a decadent beauty, and the traces of tears on the white face were shiny.
She had bit her lips to swallow her moans, and her swollen red lips like buds were full of teeth marks. The tip of her nose was swollen, and her eyes were so wet that it was terribly sexy. Anyone looking at that face would surely be able to smell their nasty dirty love affair a mile away.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Akkard opened the locker door without hesitation and brought Damia out. Fortunately, the hallway where the maid ran away was empty, and no one was there. They could breathe easier in the cool hallway, releasing hot heat from the locker.
‘It would be better to get some rest around here.’
After seeing Damia’s face stained with tears, Akkard thought such. He looked around with an indifferent glance to find out where it would be most suitable to rest.
It seemed necessary to wipe Damia’s wet face to cool it down and to calm the lingering feelings of the affair. And in the meantime, he could comfort her, and it’d be great if he could convince her do it one more time.
Akkard looked at Damia with a deeper look, wanting to fill his appetite. Damia suddenly threw away his arm, which was supporting her.
It was so hard that it sounded like he had been slapped. Akkard frowned and rubbed his arm reflexively. It didn’t hurt much, but it was unpleasant to be suddenly rejected and shaken off.
Akkard was about to reproach her when the sight that met his eyes stopped him cold in his tracks. Not even reaching his chin was Damia’s face staring at him with tearful eyes.
Her face, was a mixture of resentment, shame, love, hatred and sorrow–it was shockingly raw. Strangely, the moment he saw her face, he felt like time around him stopped.
He couldn’t take my eyes off her face as if he had been beaten hard in the chest and couldn’t breathe.
Because of this, Akkard hesitated unexpectedly. That’s when Damia burst into tears, her face distorted.
She didn’t ask Akkard to console her or hit or blame him or get angry.
Instead, Damia’s choice was to completely ignore him. She completely estranged Akkard from her feelings. Like he wasn’t even there.
Damia, whose face was dripping with tears, turned her back with both hands, and with her weak legs, took steps and moved away from him.
Stunned, Akkard looked blankly at her back. The sight of her walking alone in the empty hallway was strangely carved into his retina.
Her straight, slim back.
Her back stubbornly turned away from Akkard. As he stared at it, he suddenly felt a strong intuition.
I don’t know why, but I know that I’m never going to forget that back.
But there was nothing he could do. Damia Primula never looked back while traversing that long corridor.