'…Fuck.'
"Himmel."
Siersha called me, once again.
Shyamal's leg slowly loosened around my waist.
She didn't seem to be in the mood now and neither was I.
With a sigh, I took it out from her and adjusted my pants.
Shyamal just stood there so I had to fix her dress myself.
"Leave it."
When I rubbed away the wetness from her thighs, she took away my handkerchief.
When I looked up at her face, there was a slight blush on her face.
"Himmel."
Siersha's voice echoed once again.
"Yeah," I said, glancing at Shyamal. "Please be mindful of your words."
Shyamal pouted, looking away. "I know."
I let out another sigh as I knew… things won't end well.
The barrier made of void energy slowly disintegrated and I saw her.
With her arms folded and face colder than ice, she stood there.
Siersha still wore her crimson dress but for some reason, she was giving off… bad vibes.
Her crimson eyes met with Shyamal, who didn't look away.