Hearing my words, she, instead of getting comfortable, was looking much more tense and hesitantly picked up the glass from the table and started drinking. But the moment drink's intoxicating taste entered her body, her eyes turned wide in astonishment, and she looked at me as if she wanted me to explain this unbelievable thing.
Seeing her disbelief, I looked on the other side while confirming that nobody was around us, and feeling her shock, I couldn't even properly blame her. Like in normal cases, she wouldn't have been able to drink it because she didn't have physical bodies, and when there was no body, there was nothing to even enjoy.
But with me, this logic left out of the window pretty fast, as my ability was not fixed on merely seeing or touching the spirits, but rather my touch was this unique that everything I touched, those things, became usable to spirits and other creeps.
Like, if I wanted to give them a cigar, they could literally smoke it and feel intoxication from it, but there was no need for me to just help these spirits, and I already had all sorts of weirdos in my group, who all had way too many issues with me, so I just didn't do it for any spirit other than a few of my liking, or else who knew how many times I would have been ripped to shreds!
But my spirits were not that bad, like after a few rounds of torture, they all got way too handy, but there were still few whom I didn't even want to feel pity for, and I always made sure that they wouldn't be able to pass on to the afterlife that easily.
So seeing me not explaining to her, she looked a bit frustrated, but still feeling the glass in her hand, she couldn't help but take another sip of it, and the taste of the drinks entering in her mind, and fuzzing everything away from her.
Soon she was looking pretty relieved, and seeing her like this, I was trying to guess her reason for such a reaction, as it might be because she didn't have anything from the past. I didn't know, like 20 or 200 years maybe. Well, in flashback, they all had an age of something like the samurai era.
So I couldn't estimate the gap, and it would surely not feel that nice to ask about her age of death, so without digging in my curiosity, I glanced at her, and to my wonder, in my room, she was literally looking like a goddess, like her stainless and clear face, with pretty nice eyes and cherry-colored lips.
Even her clothes were looking way too composed and heartwarming, like a traditional Japanese kimono, and those strange accessories around her neck and ear, so I could only call such a beauty nothing but a wonder of nature.
But damn, the pain and fatigue were bringing me back to reality in quite a painful way, and in my pain, I wasn't even feeling like praising her such unparallel beauty, so while I was mostly awake, I drank my entire glass and also gulped painkillers like candies.
Now it was time for my new wounds to have something on them, so I started to strip my clothes, and seeing my bare skin without clothes, her face had traces of redness, and she started looking away like a little kid.
Well, this was a pretty foreign experience for me, like how could someone really blush while looking at me, and it wouldn't even sound nice even as a joke, so seeing her getting shy, I couldn't help but glance at my clothes and then back at her.
Seeing her still acting like this, I was feeling quite different, and a strange thought came to my mind: 'What if I stripped my pants also now!' 'Well, this surely was funny while imagining, but in reality, she already saw me naked in that fight from before, and now she clearly knew every mole on my body.
So I felt that maybe I should stop thinking like a pervert and start taking care of my wounds properly, so I pulled out the drink's bottle and poured some of it on my wound, and fuck, it was really insane; the burning sensation even made me scratch the wall in pain.
Seeing me scratching the wall, she looked at me with concerned eyes, and glancing at her like this, I couldn't help but take out my cigar and lit it while speaking. "What happened? Why are you looking worried? And just a few moments back, why did you have that strange redness while looking at me? You already have seen me naked before, so why this shyness now? And if we think a bit, then you surely aren't a virgin, right?"
Well, hearing my words, instead of calming down, she was looking at me with way too many disbelief eyes, with a pomegranate-like face, and it seemed that she was not expecting me to be this blunt about such a thing.
But I was not feeling anything while asking it, because asking about such things was pretty normal for me, and I didn't have that privilege of trying to be thoughtful in my life, so I was still the same.
Soon a thought crossed my mind: like in the old era, people had all sorts of rules for women and men, like how they were supposed to get dressed or how to act. And even her memories with her husband after dying were not that nice, and maybe that's why she didn't know how much Japan had developed in many good ways. But I could not just tell her that her nation was now more famous for anime and manga or hentai.
So I started wrapping cotton around my wounds; seeing my wounds and the stuck blood stains on that wound made her face some dark, and soon while seeing me applying cotton on them, her maternal instincts kicked in, and she took cotton from my hand and started to apply it more appropriately.
Well, at first I was shocked at how this shy kitty could become this courageous all of a sudden, but feeling her soft and cold hands around my wounds left me with nothing but comfort that even made me shut.
While a soft and weightless touch was feeling on my wounds, cries were escaping my mouth because most of my body was covered with great bruises and scars, and there wasn't anything visible on my body beside scars and wounds.
But still she caressed those wounds in a pretty nice way, and a strange kind of warm feeling started to cover her mind. Despite no longer having a physical body, her feminine instincts were overwhelming her greatly, and while caressing in these feelings, she started to recall her moments of her youth with her husband.
Feeling this strangely affectionate and playful, she came near my lips and started to look in my eyes, and her lips escaped a giggle. Seeing her such sudden giggle, I asked in a somewhat confused tone, "What? You didn't ever see such a handsome man like me, while you you were still alive, huh?"
Hearing my words, giggle faded from her lips, and redness started to cover her cheeks as she spoke: "Y-you br-brat, I wasn't thinking about it! All I was giggling about was nothing other than your nasty gaze that is again trying to peek through the gaps of my dress!
And still you are acting this goofily, huh? Guess many things didn't change over time, heh-heh!" Hearing how she caught me, even made my face somewhat red, and this time my gaze turned to the other side while trying hard to not smile.
Yet, I was smiling and trying to cover my face, but even after turning my gaze, I could still feel the closeness of her lips with mine, so feeling this strange and foreign tension, I started to take chances.
Well, there could be no better chance to get close to this beauty, so I started to move my lips closer to her while looking in her eyes, and her eyes were looking way more beautiful, like even after her death, I could still feel the warmth from her gaze.
Now all kinds of weird thoughts were crossing my mind, and as I was thinking about it while moving my lips closer to her, the moment our lips were about to meet, this motherfucker Antak started to scream my name.
Well, this was the first time I was really about to experience something real other than my revenge, and this bastard destroyed my moment without even thinking twice, and the fucking thing he asked was, "Why did I not clean my house?"
This jerk just destroyed my moments with her just because my house had a little dust. Well, she was looking just as frustrated as me but still quickly moved her face away, while I couldn't think of anything else but grinding this asshole's soul to pure misery.
I was thinking about making sure to not let him pass on peacefully, but I used my fingers to pull her face closer to mine and spoke with a pretty whispering voice, "Hey, I think you missed some spots. Want to make them clean also?"