Warning: NSFW
Alfred’s eyes are narrowed, the color of his irises bleeding into a deeper shade of blue, grains of gold scattering among them. Such scary words had left his lips, and the low timbre of his voice didn’t make it any better.
His eyes only ever look like that when he’s furious.
When was the last time I saw it?
It seems like ages ago.
He’s actually furious for someone as stupid and wretched as me.
“Did he touch you here?”
He suddenly starts stroking my cock again, his fingers gliding up and down from the base to the tip. I jolt. My muscles turn to mush, and I’m left only to quiver from the sensation.
“H-he didn’t.”
“Really?”
“Ngh, j-just a little bit… with his fingers…”
“Over here too?”
His wet finger slides to my back, slipping into the crease between my butt cheeks, brushing against that forbidden place.
A wave of panic crashes into me, and I quickly shake my head, thrashing in an attempt to escape.
“N-no! He d-didn’t touch that part.”
“I see.”
Alfred finally retracts his hand. I’m so relieved.
Curious about what Alfred is thinking, I look up, only to find him peeling off the remaining bath towel covering me.
“W-what!? D-don’t!”
“Let me see your wounds.”
“N-no need!”
He still persists. He grips my knees and spreads them open.
“No, d-don’t look!”
“There are bruises here.”
He shifts his attention to my inner left thigh, where a large circular bruise is forming. Must be from when that guy pressed me down with his knee. It hurts when touched.
I try to remove Alfred’s hand from my inner thigh, but he grabs my wrist instead.
“There are also some on your wrist…”
“Ah…”
The marks on my wrist look slightly swollen, gradually turning a dark red. That Serpentine guy really wasn’t gentle in trying to keep me from escaping. Or maybe it’s because of how hard I struggled.
“Where is he now?” says Alfred.
“Even if you ask, I…”
If Alfred is going to do something to him, then I’m definitely keeping my mouth shut.
I’ve already troubled Alfred enough with this matter. If he actually goes against Serpentine and receives retaliation later on… I won’t be able to forgive myself. “If you’re planning something, then I won’t tell you…”
Alfred looks down for a second, brows deeply furrowing, before turning his gaze back to me.
“You left your bag and coat behind, right?”
His words cause me to twitch in surprise.
“You probably won’t be able to get it yourself, so I’ll go in your stead. I’m not letting you return there. Tell me the location.”
“…You’ll really just get my luggage?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
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