CHAPTER 52: LET’S CATCH SQUIRRELS

"What makes me adorable?" I asked him.

I was on my knees, and he was sitting on the floor with his legs folded and his elbow resting on his thigh.

I peered closer, dropping my hands on the floor as if I was about to crawl towards him, but I just felt curious.

What was he thinking about me right now?

What about me and my request suddenly made me adorable?

I see Arinya and having a wild and untamed image, far from adorable, so... I got curious.

"Everything." He said and then dropped his hand. "Other females would probably ask for the most healthy meat out there but you...pft," he laughed again. "... you’re asking for the pelt of the animal, and not the meat itself."

"Well," I blinked. "Yeah."

Was it so wrong?

I can’t brag that I can get my own food but I know I won’t starve as long as I have my way with words.

And besides, I already know he will do his best to get me the best meat there is because he treasures me, so why try to show off and throw my weight around by making such a lame request?

I’m more of comfort.

"I want to make my life a lot better," I said, looking him in the eye. "What in wearing right now is the least bit comfortable?"

"Really?" He asked, suddenly leaning closer, and then he grabbed my right breast through the bra top I was wearing.

It was such a shameless move guised as checking the material I was wearing.

"Now that you mention it," he squeezed a little bit. "You’re right."

Ngh, can he not say and do all that with a straight face like he’s truly examining the material and has no ulterior motive?

"S-see?" My heart was beginning to race again. "I don’t find this material comfortable, so if you could...ahh..." My body trembled lightly and I opened my eyes to find him grinning at me.

Yeah, I knew he had some ulterior motive. After all, there’s no way he’s all sunshine and roses after what happened last night.

There should still be a little lingering effect that makes him want to touch me some more.

"F-Fenric, are you done?" I asked, barely keeping my eyes on him and he boldly said,

"Not yet." He threw out the little bit of decency he was putting up and then grabbed my left breast as well. "Just a little more, wife."

Before I realized it, I was moaning under my breath as he groped both of my breasts through that rough material.

"You’re right, wife. This material is too poor. You should only have the finest."

Don’t act like you’re sincerely checking the material?

This... This is embarrassing.

I feel like I’m getting better right now and I...

Suddenly, I pushed him back, flipping the tables and suddenly being on top, my heart throbbing and my face reddened in excitement.

We shouldn’t do this here.

"Wife," Fenric called with a voice that sounded like a seductive whisper.

Couldn’t he contain himself? I bet it’s not even up to 12 hours since we last did it but he’s such a horny mess.

"Not now, Fenric," I said. "We still... Ahh... Have some things to do."

But this sky beast was already sliding his hands over my thighs, and underneath my skirt.

"When I look at Arinya, I can’t help but remember the faces you made last night." He said, with a vivid lustful gaze in his eyes and a flush on his cheek. "You were so beautiful last night, Arinya. And even now..." He leaned closer and pressed his face into my shoulder. "I still want to hold you."

Well, how unfortunate.

Though my body was responding to him and I could feel myself quivering to his burning touch, I knew this was no time to be acting like newly Weds.

"Let’s stop this for now, Fenric," I said and climbed down. "I have a lot I want to do."

"Alright, Arinya." He said, finally letting go.

He threw his arms behind his head and lay there, watching me.

It was as if his eyes were scanning every single strand of hair on my body.

"Ahem," I gulped. "So, what animal do you get the pelts from?"

"It’s simple." He said, raising his index finger. "Squirrels."

Ah, squirrels?

"Those little creatures have such a nice and warm pelt. But it’s also quite delicate. So if not handled well, it’ll ruin." He said and stood up, going to look at the bra top and skirt I hung on my stick line. "This material is so crude. Unfit for my wife." He said, frowning. "Let’s burn it."

"As soon as I get a new pair," I said, smiling awkwardly.

"Hm, makes sense." He nodded and turned to me, excited. "Then wife, let’s go out and catch squirrels together?"

"Should we?"

It sounds fun.

"Yes, wife. I think I know the right place to go."

"Ah, for someone who doesn’t belong to the grasslands, you sure know a lot of places," I said, getting up, and he held my hand, assisting me.

"That’s because I have very sharp senses." He said, smiling as he looked me dead in the eye with so much sincerity. "Squirrels are hard to come across on my side, but they run around here so much that it’s hard to ignore."

"I... I see." My hand was pressed on his thick veiny arm.

Come to think of it, I haven’t had the chance to admire my husband’s body so well. I could practically lick it and I wouldn’t seem weird.

But then he’d mistake me as wanting to initiate another mating session so let’s hold back for now.

"Then, let’s go find some squirrels," I said, getting out of his arms. And then something came to me. "I assume you know how to skin the squirrel’s pelt so it doesn’t get damaged."

"Of course. This husband of yours is very capable." He proudly beat his chest and I nodded.

"Alright, alright. I’ll believe you." I said, laughing softly and he laughed too.

I’ll be getting breakfast and good material for new clothes so it’s a win-win.