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"Why-?"

I'm interrupted by the question of why. It was because the finger, which had not been removed from the hip, crawled into the hole. As two fingers, not one, penetrated at once, Isaac groaned low, bending his back round.

Fingers dug into the still limp inner wall opened the entrance like scissors. Then, in a lump, the stagnant semen poured out. At the strange feeling Isaac chewed his teeth, stiffening his body.

"Oh, my God. I'm tired of wrapping it up.”

Isaac couldn't stop him from turning his fingers around and extracting semen. His face was dyed red and his shoulders curled up. Isaac sighed with relief when his fingers, which had been stirring the inner wall for a long time, finally escaped. The sheets were soaking wet that how much it poured out.

"Now……can I take a shower?"

Sweeping up his cold sweat-soaked hair, Isaac asked quietly. I woke up a few minutes ago, but I felt exhausted already.

"Anyway."

Felix replied, rubbing his soaked hands on a sheet. Only then did Isaac struggle to get up from his seat. Felix, who was calmly watching the scene, called out his name "Isaac" as he was heading to the bathroom with shaky legs.

Isaac turned his head in front of the bathroom.

"I'm hungry. Should I eat something?”

Then he asks a random question. What I said earlier was an attitude that didn't bother me. Isaac looked at him quietly and nodded.

"This time… room service, please."

"As you wish."

Felix, who was leaning his upper body against the pillow with his arms behind his head, folded his eyes and laughed. Isaac was forced to turn his eyes away because he was more likely to be possessed by a brighter smile than the bright light on the beach. The step into the bathroom was somewhat heavy.