It's been awhile since Faraes finished his sermon to the drunkards, including me.
But I'm still facing Faraes in the dining room. Now that you're letting me sit in the chair, it's easier than before.
Everyone else is already back in the room.
Today, since we were to sleep in separate beds, we would each take a bath and each sleep.
By the way, why did you end up sleeping separately, because drunkenness may be dangerous. The decision was made that I didn't know what to do.
"So, what the hell is a story?
In the meantime, I asked Faraes that.
I'm facing Faraes because they told me I needed to talk to you. I don't know what that is.
There were three drunk people, and I was the only one nominated, so I'm pretty nervous about it, but what the hell does it mean to be told?
"Oh, I just wanted to say it right because you might be mistaken..."
"Mistake? What?
Apparently, it doesn't seem like an atmosphere of anger.
Nevertheless, I don't know what that word means. Especially since I don't think there was anything wrong with that.
"Slade, excuse me for a moment."
"Huh?"
So Faraes stood up and approached me.
And he slowly lowers his back to my lap. That soft ass rides on my lap.
Plus Faraes puts his hand on my shoulder. Looks like he's trying not to fall.
In the meantime, I'll turn my hand around Faraes' hips, too, and secure it.
"Isn't it heavy?
"That's not a problem. It's just, what's this all about?
I didn't understand Faraes' behavior.
I'm not sure I'm in this position all of a sudden.
Of course, it's not an unpleasant posture, but if you don't know your intentions, it's something that makes you anxious.
"No, I let you come near me to clear up your mistakes,"
"Yeah? Is it related to a mistake?
"Oh, it has something to do with it"
Apparently, I got in this position to clear up my mistakes.
I just don't know what that is, so in the end it means I don't know.
"Actually, I think I got a great look when I was about to get my chest rubbed by you"
"Oh sure, that face worked...... I woke up drunk all at once"
"That makes me feel like you're mistaken..."
What Faraes seems to care about is the look on his face then.
What is the mistake you make with that look? It's hard to think that I didn't hate it, and I'm not sure.
"Mistake......?
"Oh, I hated you then, but I never hated you."
"Ha...?
More importantly, it's not that I don't like being touched by you.
Somehow, Faraes seems to care that it has become a form of rejection of me.
But isn't that natural? In that situation, there's no reason to think I could be rubbed in the chest.
That's why I never thought you hated me. In the first place, I was full of guilt and there was no gap in thinking about that.
"Rather, I even think I can be rubbed by you"
"Huh?"
"But it doesn't feel like a ride like that, you want me to rub it when it's more decent..."
"Yeah?"
So Faraes tells me that.
Is that something I can take as the word goes?
No, there's got to be something behind it. When I receive it as it is, it means I can rub my chest. Can I rub it?
"Oh, no, the... Word Aya, so I want you to forget it"
"Oh well..."
But that's what Faraes immediately told me.
Now, you can't rub it. Quite a shame.
"Slade, what's going on?
"Yes, no, nothing"
"... you wanted to rub it so bad?
……
You see I'm depressed, Faraes has said that.
However, that question is very difficult to answer.
Naturally I wanted to rub it, but it's tough to tell the person that.
That's why I feel Faraes grieve when I say that's not the case.
"... I wanted to rub it"
After all, that's what I decided to say.
At times like this, honesty is best. I know from previous experience that Faraes is a person who would not pull off if he said this.
Very embarrassing, but it should be better than saddening Faraes.
"Oh, you did..."
"Oh, oh..."
To my words, Faraes blushes.
What does that face mean?
"... Surely, what Mr. Cannon is saying also makes sense..."
"Huh?"
"Was I putting up with Slade..."
"Yeah?"
Faraes started thinking about something, whining about it.
I don't know, it's the air that does it first, so should we change the story?
Speaking of which, I haven't heard what this posture means yet. I was starting to wonder when I thought about it, so I decided to ask.
"Fa, Faraes, by the way, what does this posture mean?
"Huh? Oh, this attitude..."
To my words, Faraes looks surprised.
Apparently, I've been thinking quite a bit.
"This attitude is an appeal that, you know, I don't hate Slade...?
"Appeal......?
"Think if you stick around like this, you'll know you don't like being touched by Slade."
"Oh?"
Faraes says so, holding my head in his own chest.
The soft feeling surrounds my face. As always, it's a very comfortable place.
Really, these breasts always upset me.
"... or even if you don't do this, you know as much as Faraes doesn't hate me, right?
"... Huh?
"That look, you wouldn't have a choice in the circumstances, and I don't think so"
To my words, Faraes seems quite upset.
Because, for some reason, you're starting to stroke my head. This would be pretty upsetting evidence.
"Faraes, are you okay?
"... No, I'm sorry. In short, you're wrong about me."
"Well, is that going to happen..."
"I see, the more you think about it, the more you get the wrong idea..."
"Oh, yeah"
Apparently, Faraes noticed his own mistake.
Then I guess that means this matter is solved.
"Then should we go down?
"Yeah? No, I don't hate this posture..."
I just didn't want to let go of this pleasant feeling.
Being in this position is a pleasure in itself. Surprised at first, but very good.
That's why I still want to do this for a while.
"Right. Then let me stay here a little longer. I want to do this a little bit more, too."
"Right. Then there's nothing wrong."
"Oh."
With that said, Faraes only makes the power to hold me a little stronger. That conveys the feeling of my chest, so my heart gets a little daunted.
Thus, me and Faraes decided to do so for a while.
If anyone sees me, they're going to say a lot, but that would be good.
"Today, you can enjoy my breasts with this, okay?
"... oh"
You gave me permission, so I decided to enjoy Faraes' breasts.
It was a bit embarrassing but comfortable time.