Chapter 51: A temporary cohabitation
In the last few days, I’ve learned sothing about her.
Abigail is a type of person who distinguishes between friend and foe.
She gives her allies a loving embrace, and her enemies a rciless hamring.
Her sotis caustic behavior is the face she turns on her enemies.
It seems that I’m on her side.
She’ s too good-natured. I can’t believe she trusts the Butcher.
Normally, she has a soft deanor, but once she decides to do sothing, she shows her elite side. It’ s that kind of switch.
It’s the sa when it cos to intercourse. Normally, she is a graceful lady, but once she is turned on, she shows her lewdness to the point of being a prostitute.
I guess you have to use yourself in different ways to get by. This is the world of the elite.
And Abigail is excellent. She is by far the most talented person I’ve ever seen. It’s almost scary to look at her from the side. I’m sure that’s why she was ostracized by the organization.
–A fearso woman. Don’t let your guard down. She’s a good spy. Her job is to deceive and pilfer. If you let yourself in, she’ll suck you dry to the very core.
If it’s a rod that I’m proud of, you can suck it off for .
Oh no, my thought process is becoming more and more like a porno old man’s.
I think there used to be a guy at Fox who was happy to play that kind of crude gag on ……. Maybe this is a result of that. ……?
“What’s wrong, Gevaudan?
It’s nothing.
When I turned around with a jolt, I saw that Abigail was buried in the leaves and had opened her eyes.
She was sleeping in a simple bed designed by Fox.
It’s just a pile of dead leaves, though.
It’s the kind you use to sleep in the wild. It was fortunate that it was now early autumn. All the dead leaves have been dried in the sun, so there are hardly any insects. In addition to cushioning and warmth, it is also breathable, and if you put it together with a blanket, it can be one of the best places to sleep in a survival environnt where supplies are scarce.
When I demonstrated this to Abigail, she said, “You’re so crafty……” looking deeply moved. I don’t think this is going to expose , but every word and action seems to be an attempt to discover , and it makes nervous. Is it too much of a precaution……?
With that, Abigail began to rummage and crawl out of the dead leaves.
Let’s do it! she said bravely, but I’m the one who has to make it.
While she finished getting ready, I built a fire and roasted so at.
at for breakfast.
Or rather, it’s always been at. It’s autumn, so there are no wild vegetables. Even my eyes, which are trained as a scout, sotis fail to distinguish mushrooms, and I avoid them because they are dangerous. Mushrooms are so low in calories that they don’t fill you up in the first place.
Surprisingly, there are only a few wild fruits that can be eaten unprocessed. It’s impossible to eat them because they have so much acidity. It is necessary to remove the acetic parts first.
That’s why there is nothing to eat but at.
But fortunately, we had a variety of seasonings. We had salt, pepper, spices, dried herbs, and curry powder in the supplies we took, so Abigail was able to eat without growing bored.
Last night, we had stewed bone at with curry flavor. Even the bones were delicious. And before that night, I made so kind of genovese sauce with dried basil. And before that, smoked cured at. And before that, a hand-chopped hamburger steak made of coarsely ground minced at. Lots of nutgs.
To keep Abigail’s brain from slowing down, I continued to prepare the dishes as her personal cook.
But this morning, it was just plain salt and pepper.
I could see Abigail’s eyebrows raise for a mont as she continued to eat my creative dishes, only to be t with a surprisingly simple at dish.
A little disappointed, aren’t you, buddy? Hmmm.
In the end, however, her eyes changed color and she was biting into the simple at.
” mgu mgu …… Hey, Gevaudan. This at is so tender and so delicious. I wonder why?”
It is a simple aged at that has been salted and exposed to the autumn wind for several days. It has a concentrated flavor. Just a little pepper turns it into a feast. The salt concentration is the most important point.
I chuckled, then rolled up and punched my arm. It’s because I have good arms, I gestured.
Abigail laughs when she sees it.
“Hmmm …… hahaha! You are indeed a butcher!”
I did what I needed to do and thought what I needed to think. The basic plan is as Abigail said the other day. Now I just need to figure out how to proceed. That’s what I’m discussing with her now.
Today was the last day we could stay at the base. Tomorrow, we have to head back to the alien facility.
“Hey, hey, Gevaudan. What is this area like?”
That’s a very difficult question, isn’t it? What kind of place should I tell her? Should I just draw a map?
When I remained silent, Abigail continued.
“If you want, you can show ! All we have to do now is discuss it, and we can do it while we take a walk, right?”
After the conversation, we went for a walk …….
I turned my head and made a small noise in my throat. This is a sign that I don’t like it.
Since I started living with Abigail, I’ve noticed that I don’t have too many patterns of emotional expression, so I’ve developed a variety of signs out of necessity.
In addition to throat clearing, I would open my mouth and tilt my head back. No sighs, though. My sighs are so horrible that they make her uncomfortable.
For a change, I can now use a gesture like snapping my fingers. I think I’ve beco much more expressive. The face is still creepy, though.
We were already able to have simple conversations without using letters, Abigail talking and gesturing.
“It’s nice. There’s a river nearby, see? I’d like to take a bath in it……… like that ti Gevaudan pour …… that……all over .”
Abigail said, looking a little down in embarrassnt.
She doesn’t seem to be very good at using lewd words.
She’s got such a dirty mind that I, an unbeatable sexual animal, am turned off by her. This gap is cute.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it slls good and it makes my skin feel smooth, but sotis I just want to wash my body clean…….”
……good sll? Did you just say it slls good? I don’t want you to lie to . It’s just a squidgy sll to .
『What does it sll like? 』
I dared to dig deeper.
” Hmm, well, …… I think it’s got a woody base with patchouli and other woody scents as the top notes, but there’s also a hint of vanilla and muguet. As ti goes by, the last note is more and more citrus and amber.
It slls so luxurious…….
I was surprised by the evaluation. I opened my mouth. This is a sign of surprise.
Abigail put her hand over her mouth and laughed at that, then put her mouth to my ear and whispered quietly.
“Ufufu — (It tastes like you’re drinking cola? It’s tingling in my throat, but when I get used to it, it gets addictive.)”
Oh, really? I was wondering why the girl was drinking it so well. ……
“So, I don’t mind, you know? But if you bathe in Cola, you’ll want to wash up afterwards, right?
I completely agree when you say that.
I don’t have to tell you that, but you can wash your body if you want. I’m not going to stop you. In fact, I’m sorry I didn’t notice it until now.
『Let’s go after we finish eating.』
After dinner, I took Abigail to the river.
The stream was not too far away. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the sound of water coming from deep in the forest. After a short walk, the river ca into view. It was reasonably wide and deep.
“Ohhhh! It’s been so long since I’ve been in the water!”
Abigail took off her clothes and walked into the river, right in front of . No more sha towards , right? It’s natural. But I felt a little sad.
“It’s cold!”
She sank her body in, her mouth pouting.
She raised her hands.
“Gevaudan, hurry up!
What, too ……?
Abigail is very excited, saying, “Don’t be silly! let’s get in already!!” I reluctantly take off my apron and go into the water.
“It’s warm.”
Abigail was hugging and relaxing her face. I acted as a hot water bottle.
“Hmmm…….. the warm thing wake up…….”
That’s right. I an, you’re naked and I’m hugging you.
“But Wait until after ……. we’re bathing now.”
Isn’t it better to get dirty now than later?
I love public sex I know you like it, Abigail. I know you do. You’re an outdoors girl. Because you obviously feel more comfortable when you’re outside. We’re compatible.
But I know a little bit about why Abigail likes blue sex.
It’s not that she likes to have sex outside, it’s that she likes the style of moaning out loud while talking about sothing. Because when you’re in jail or near aliens, you shouldn’t say human words after all.
Oh, I’m dying. Forgive , Gevaudan. She clawed at my back and hugged , mugging my tongue. Biting my shoulder. Her mouth begs for forgiveness, but her body begs for pleasure at the sa ti. It’s rare to find a woman who is so worth hugging.
Well, that’s not the point. Just as I was about to propose a sexual encounter at the river’s edge. A large shadow appeared from the forest.
It was a big bear. A grizzly bear, I guess.
I could feel the tension in Abigail’s body as she hugged . Grizzly bears are so much bigger than I thought, it’s amazing. I guess they ca here to drink water.
Well, they’ll probably leave if we leave it alone. So, just as I reached for Abigail’s buttocks, I saw a bear growl nacingly. Just as I reached for Abigail’s buttocks, the bear let out a nacing roar.
What is it? Why are you so agitated?
…… Oh, it’s pre-hibernation.
I had no choice but to take Abigail and climb out of the river.
I stood in front of the bear as it approached us.
I’m a big guy. I’m as big as a grizzly bear standing up. If you include my weight, I even surpass the grizzly.
The bear, which was probably not expecting such a big guy to appear out of the water, seed to cower for a mont in front of , but then imdiately bared its fangs at and growled.
“Hey, hey. So what are we going to do about this?”
Abigail cringed behind .
Well, I don’t know. ……
I turned my head toward the river and stick my tongue out.
“Wha…..what?”
The tongue pierced the surface of the river with the speed of a chaleon and pulled a fish out of the water.
I took one in my mouth and tossed it lightly in the bear’s face, leaving Abigail confused.
The bear took a fish in the nose and took a few steps backward.
It then howl at a couple of tis, and after a few monts, it pick up the fish that had fallen into its mouth and quietly left into the woods.
We silently watched the bear’s back as it disappeared into the forest.
Co on, Abigail. You’ll catch a cold. Let’s finish bathing and go back.
I clapped her on the shoulder, took her in my arms, and returned to the river, where I beca a hot water bottle.
The reward for being a hot water bottle was strokes of her hand. I’m sorry, all the creatures in the river.
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