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Chapter Fifty Two | AfterXThoughts

Antonio held out his hand for me to take. I shook my head gesturing to my partial nudity hidden by the comforter and he rolled his eyes teasingly.

He helped Francis up instead and they exited the room shutting the door behind them to give me privacy.

I changed into the bathroom under the comforters anyway, just in case. They weren't creepers but I had a quirk on modesty, which seemed to have left me moments ago.

I could feel the warm sensation where their hands had been and it was an embarrassing thought I pushed to the back of my mind.

I stood up slowly but my knees buckled and I fell with a loud thud.

"You alright Chica?" Antonio called worriedly and I blushed and managed to stand upright.

"Yes," I replied and quickly exited the room, the both of them were waiting with smirks on their faces, leaning against the hallway wall opposite the door.

I jumped back in surprise.

"Y-yes?"

"Have fun, Chica?" He asked and I turned red again.

I nodded sheepishly avoiding his look.

"Gilbert's going to town on you when he gets back I'm sure," he teased and I blushed at the idea but secretly wanted it.

Gilbert's touch felt different to me somehow. More fun? I guess that made sense since his aura radiated Ludos, fun love.

Antonio, he felt enticing, all-embracing whereas Francis was erotic sensual passion. Both auras accurately describing the way the two felt.

"Maybe next time, we can go all zhe way, hm?" Francis suggested hopefully.

"I-I do enjoy this, but I know that I won't be able to say no...but..."

"That's a bad thing," Antonio predicted I'd say and I nodded.

"Even with your aura temporarily having a calming effect on me, even just now I was hot with anxiety. It's just that...when I do this, I-I feel like a dirty person." I said weakly.

"Dirty's fun-ow," Antonio was jabbed in the side by Francis. Something often done to Gilbert. Gilbert probably would've high-fived Antonio had he been there.

"We understand your hesitations and the fact you won't use labels you find might offend other women," Francis noticed my avoidance to say things like whore or slut, that surprised me a little. "But you should know it's in your head. Feel free to listen to your head, of course, we aren't saying you're delusional, it's just sometimes our disorders can make us feel ways we normally wouldn't."

"How do you understand any of this?"

"Gil," Antonio butted in, "Gil's venom is like a hyper-destructive and deadly mental disorder, at least that's how people on his side view it."

"His side?"

"The ones that know he didn't act willfully in the destructive events after his turning," Francis explained and I nodded.

I felt the cum still on my chest dripping lower and I let out a small, 'eep' sound and Antonio covered his mouth to hide his reaction.

"That's too cute, Chica, honestly," he teased and I blushed.

"What's zhe matter?" Francis asked, showing concern.

"You people covered me in your sticky mess, that's what, and now it's dripping all over me," I growled.

Francis laughed, not hiding it as he usually did and Antonio laughed alongside him.

I could feel my own cum dripping down my legs still and Francis gestured to the tissue box in the bathroom.