Chapter 52

Chapter 52. Heart-Pounding Summer Vacation!

It was a completely different sensation from simply poking a narrow hole. His urethra, which was gently released as if opening a path, instantly sucked him to its deepest depths.

The moment her flesh came into tight contact with his g*nitals, it felt as if he had become one with her. Heinz, remembering that ecstatic sensation, put more pressure on the hand rubbing his g*nitals and bent his waist even deeper.

Jup, sqeulch, splosh, jjp.

As he quickly rubbed from his root to his gl*ns, his back bounced as he lost control. Heinz’s bent back twitched slightly as he gritted his teeth.

The l*quid shot from the tip and drenched his palms. The hand that didn’t stop even at the cl*max that was ringing in his mind.

The s*men was spread all over his g*nitals. Slosh, splurt. As the hand gradually slowed down, the twitching p*nis throbbed and spit out the last drop of s*men.

“…sh*t.”

Heinz frowned at his w*t palm and muttered a curse while rubbing his bloodshot forehead. Why does he keep being erect like this every time he thinks of Henelone? It was like he’s just a h*rny beast with a brain full of c*m.

“Haa….”

Heinz closed his eyes tightly in self-destruction and lowered his head on his desk.

***

“…Favorite… food?”

What is my favorite food?

Her hand, which was about to take out a book at the sudden question, stopped in midair. Henelone turned her head and looked at Heinz with wide eyes. She stopped and stretched out her hand to grab an old book.

“I don’t have a particular favorite food…….”

She didn’t have a keen sense of taste. Since she didn’t have a picky appetite, she didn’t have a favorite food. But if she had to choose, it would probably be dessert.

But why are you suddenly asking this? She placed another old book on top of the armful of books she was holding in her arms. She hadn’t even lifted a few books, but her arms were already hurting.

“So what’s your favorite place?”

“…….”

Henelone, who dodged the large hand that was trying to pick up the book, narrowed her brows and looked at Heinz with narrowed eyes.

She didn’t know what the hell was going on, but he was quite annoying today. All these days, Heinz had been looking at Henelone with a clear desire in his red eyes.

She didn’t even need to guess the intention, and sharp thorns were sprouting in her heart.

‘…It’s definitely not because I’m impatient. ‘I’m just annoyed because he gets in the way of my work!’

Henelone pursed her lips in displeasure and turned her body around sullenly. Her arms began to feel numb as she read only a few books. As she walked to return to her seat, Heinz came up to her and followed her.

“Why is there no answer?”

“Haa. Why on earth are you asking that?”

Henelone, irritated by his persistent question, asked back with a brief expression. She thought he would say something stupid, but the man kept his mouth shut and said nothing. It seemed like he was hesitant for some reason, and doubts began to appear in Henelone’s eyes.

“Heinz?”

“…I want to know more about you.”

Collaspe.

What do you mean. The old books in her arms suddenly fell to the floor when he said it.

Henelone sat down with an embarrassed expression on her face and picked up the fallen book with her shaking hands. But he reached out first, and with a tap, her fingertips touched with his large hand. She jumped up in surprise. Heinz, who had quickly gathered the books, walked over to her seat.

“Thank you.”

She only picked books that needed repair, so she had to handle them carefully. Due to the impact of the fall, the spine and inner pages of several books were separated. Henelone looked at the books on her desk with distraught eyes, then sat down in her seat awkwardly.

“You haven’t answered yet.”

However, the man was still persistent.

“Phew…….. Since you asked so suddenly, I can’t think of anything. And I’m busy.”

Her heart was still pounding, but she didn’t want to show it. Henelone was quietly ignoring Heinz’s gaze as he sat next to her and stared at her. She busily took out her repair tools. A jar of water and a small brush. She opened the lid of the jar and put the paste on the brush. Heinz, who had been looking at her with his arms crossed, smiled, and stretched out his hand.

Krrrk, ka.

The noise of chair legs grinding against the hard stone floor echoed. Henelone, who was suddenly dragged by the chair, opened her mouth with dumbfounded eyes.

“W-what is it?”

“Favorite place. Where is it?”

Is he still asking that question?

Henelone, disgusted, quietly pushed her chair back. The distance, so close that the tip of their noses was almost touching, felt a little burdensome. Especially those persistent red eyes. Just as she was about to move further away from those eyes, the man leaned his upper body and grabbed the armrests of the chair.

Henelone, who had finally given up on the motionless chair, opened her mouth, glaring into the eyes of the man who had gotten closer.

“…It’s just a place where I can relax. It’s even better if there are a lot of books.”

It’s like a sea on the horizon.

Heinz, who met blue eyes up close, recalled the midday sun reflected in the sea. A glass dotted with sparkles in the warm sunlight

Waves were contained in her eyes. Heinz asked her, as if he were mesmerized.

“…How about the sea?”