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Chapter 123 — It's Not Easy (4)

Chapter 123 — It's Not Easy (4)

It's Not Easy (4)

Fox nodded in silence, their surroundings growing amicable. Fox mulled a bit before saying, “I gave him pizza after he started training me. It was from the best of Sargonde. The country, even.”

“Ahh, ambitious,” Nala Loba nodded her head, 'teasing' a bit with a light open smile, still with her nature. Fox cocked his head sideways before continuing, “I didn’t have any words with him, not in his end. I didn't realize he was dying when I saw him for the last few days. But he left a letter for me. It was somewhat of his words to the world, too.”

“Could you write it for me? I’d like to read it for myself… Keep his words with me after his parting,” Nala Loba looked at him and asked, almost turning soft. Fox looked at her for some moments before nodding. He looked for a pen in a side-shelve between their separate beds.

“Here,” she presented him with paper and pen from below her bed. She was quite ready. Fox looked at the things before grabbing them, turning to the side-shelve to write the letter. At first, he was going to omit the part where it was dedicated to him directly, but then decided to show it all.

As he did, he couldn’t help hearing the rustling of clothes again, smaller and briefly, but he did his best to not think about it. Although the scent, natural, soft, and fresh, feminine meat assailing his nostrils a bit didn’t help.

“There,” Fox turned back to her and said, presenting the note and pen in his right and left hand respectively, but there was Nala Loba threatening to thunder his heart. Looking up, still sitting on the bed, he stared at a smooth, flat space of goldish-pale white skin from her abdomen.

Looking up, she was completely bare. He was fully clothed and silent, and for a moment, he illusioned with her hands holding his head, caressing it fondly… But it didn’t happen, of course.

Fox stood up after her hand softly grabbed her pen and paper back. They were face to face, with their breathing a bit chaotic, just a little. Nala Loba wore an aloof, slightly surprised countenance, but calm still. Fox remained impassive, but for how log? Some of his fingers trembled.

He looked down at her face, although not that low, as she was at least tall, and scrutinized it. Fox was careful to not be too apparent, but he was thorough. After a while, he asked, looking at the bathroom. “So, won’t you get to the shower now?”

“The towels were wet, so I sent them to dry before leaving. I forgot to pick them, though. Could you bring them? I also gabbed yours…” Nala Loba gestured a little, lowering her face and turning it to their sides. As she did, her small breasts moved, jiggled, and angled a bit, giving a full view from almost every possible angle to Fox, except from below.

“Won’t you… get inside before I open the door?” Fox gulped twice, pausedly, looking down without the shyness of a boy, just as his natural manly scent wasn’t ‘hidden’, and reminded her.

Nala Loba looked up at him, never tracing her eyes away, “I will, yes.”

Her voice was strangely soft, but still cold and indifferent. Fox looked at her face, her glabella, eyebrows, cheekbones, mouth… He rapidly looked away from those lips; then, her eyes. Which he looked rapidly away, wearing his resting expression that’d strike to stop one’s heart for an instant to those who saw it, especially unprepared.

Fox looked at the bare skin around her shoulders and neck before rapidly turning his eyes away again, lifting his feet to move around her, jumping a bit and bending his upper back strangely. Knowing he looked embarrassed didn’t stop him from avoid touching her body completely before walking to the door at a slow pace.

He looked back to make sure. By then, Nala Loba had walked into the bathroom, and Fox was just in time to stare at her moving, colossally drawing bottom. It spasmed relaxed, jiggled just a bit, as it was firm despite its bountifulness. She looked back at him for half a moment before closing the bathroom door.

Fox opened the door and walked out. He went to the motel’s public washing services and picked his room’s towels. After making sure they were theirs with a glance and by memory, Fox returned to the room. He went to the bathroom and knocked.

“You can leave them atop the toilet.” Fox opened the bathroom, not needing to use a lockpick in case she locked it, or for her to open it, and left the 2 towels from before on top of the toilet before leaving. When he closed the door, his nostrils flared with her lingering wet scent reaching him through the humidity of the bathroom steam, Fox heard her call out.

“There might not be water again. This place is too old. Come in if you’d like to get warm water, at the very least.”

He stopped, feeling his head buzzing with noiseless rumbling. He licked his lips somewhat before responding out loud, “I won’t take long showering.”

“Well, enter or not. It’s to your pleasant use of this shower. You either get water, or used liquid. Up to you.” Nala Loba’s voice replied, calling from within. Fox frowned. Used water? Not warm? The implications…

Fox turned and slowly took his clothes off, leaving them at the side. They were clean, and the steam inside was too thick. He didn’t want them to get wet. The bathroom was clearly not designed to mix well with some modern boiling and shower systems.

Fox looked at the door like a deadly enemy for a few seconds before feeling an intense sense of urgency, opening and stepping in, not wanting to waste more time. Once inside, he felt the atmosphere change completely.

He refused to look up before, and now that he saw it, Nala Loba had indeed left the curtain open. Looking into the shower, he saw her standing there, looking at him with the cheap but warm light partially descending on her wet, slender body.

He walked to her as she indifferently and coldly looked at his body, strangely more curious and thorough than Fox has ever seen in a woman react to or be with him when he exposed his skin.

“What, you think this is something I usually do?” Nala Loba suddenly said just as he lifted his right leg to walk into the non-slippery bathtub side. Fox looked up at her, penetrating into her gray, light blue eyes. He shook his head, his eyes impassive and honest, “You don’t.”

“…” Nala Loba looked at his face before stepping closer to the running showerhead, giving him a bit of space. As Fox entered, moving towards her step by step, she added, “Just because this is so I won’t lash at you in annoyance for these living conditions, and that I don’t do this, it doesn’t mean you can touch me.”

Fox said nothing, stopping 2 feet and a bit more behind her, letting the hot water fall on his skin. They began showering, with Nala Loba asking him as he let his hair and body get wet first, “Which would be better for you? When you first lay with a woman, do you look at her, or would you rather see her back?”

“… I’d prefer to stare directly at her,” Fox said without thinking, voicing a silent ‘ah’ after realizing. Nala Loba nodded a bit before turning around, then turning around again, and passed him soap and shampoo. Afterwards, she remained facing him.

“I’m allowing this, and you’re mature enough, but I don’t want to see you show if you are a man and touch me. But come closer, or the water will run out without you showering properly. I won’t let your living conditions worsen because of me, your Captain.”

Fox said nothing, stepping forth just enough to avoid accidents even if the sun came out, and it did point to nether, intimate regions. With his body wet, Fox began showering at last, using shampoo first before coating his body with soap. When he was working the latter, and he was to do his back, Nala Loba locked eyes with him and softly said before turning around.

“My back….”

“…” Speechless, Fox watched his Captain’s back as she turned, wet and waiting with an invitation written all over her glossy beauty. Fox acted on command, realizing this a bit later, but not caring this time. He accumulated soap in his hands before rubbing her shoulders, going down to her blades and started spreading it over her back.

“Mnf.” Nala Loba let out a comfortable sound from her throat, engulfing the bathtub as it came out of her nostrils, her head slightly thrown backwards and her lips pressed together with her eyes closed. Fox didn’t dare think it was a moan, but he knew he accidentally massaged a spot.

Yet, with such an inviting noise, Fox felt compelled to look for more. He dropped the soft, barely-a-touch approach, and began massaging her back, hips from the back, shoulders, ribs a little, and neck. Fox drew his hands when he felt the sides of her mounds, not noticing before despite his ample experience, but she uttered not another noise other than those of complacency as he continued massaging her.

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He repeated those actions, taking the better of himself, before going to her neck, where she let him do what he wanted with it. Her head hung low wherever he wanted to have easier access.

Fox didn’t know how long this persisted, but at last, he felt all the soap on his body long gone. Only his back remained. At some point, Nala Loba seemed to think of this, too. She turned around, surprising him as his hands paralyzed, landing around her neck and close to her collarbone when she faced him.

“My turn,” Nala Loba said, taking the soap from the side before rubbing her hands with it. Before Fox could turn around, feeling awkward, she pushed her body against him, front to front. The feeling of her hands on his back drove him to realize why, and sobered him up. He used that to give this plenty of reason.

‘She… is she treating me this much good because of our shared mentor? Is this more like a step-sibling so-called cliché? The foster sibling grows fond of the other, or vice versa? Although we’re both foster… no… which…?’ Just as Fox wondered, Nala Loba rubbed his back, burying her chin on his torso at times, rubbing her breasts and the unthinkable grazes with their groins.

He fought the power of nature, while she didn’t buck her hips forth as if to ask for something. In the end, Fox had to ask with his trembling eyes shut tight. “Are you Emer’s granddaughter?”

“Oh, no, I’m not.” Nala Loba replied, stopping for a few seconds before continuing regardless. Fox nodded, further aligning his thoughts, but she then added. “But he picked me up since I was an infant. He’s been training me since then. He was the closest kin I will ever recognize… for now.”

Nala Loba inclined her torso backwards to look at him, saying those last 2 words while staring at him without meaning. However, this caused their lower bodies to fit like yin and yang, more or less. With the embarrassment, just as Fox thought he saw an unimaginable, impossible blush on her cheeks, she pushed her face against his skin and continued rubbing.

Fox was taken aback and silent, muted; wordless. A little later, she stopped lathering his back with soap and turned around. Fox’s eyes looked at her, pensive, before falling down her figure by mistake. Her one of a kind rear feature all to his enjoying pair of polycoria eyes.

“Are you done?” She asked after a while. Fox nodded, and whether she knew or not, with her head slightly down, she uttered, “Come closer. I think the water will run out soon. Let’s not waste it, now that we’re here. We aren’t even paying for it.”

Nala Loba lifted her right hand to the showerhead, attracting Fox’s attention. Her palm opened and closed artistically. He stepped closer after a couple of seconds and more paused breathing. He almost stuck his still tranquil lower body to her. She noticed, grabbing his wrists before yanking them forward. She had to almost push his palms to the wall to make him step forth.

Fox’s impenetrable pools trembled a little as this happened, but he wasn’t so surprised anymore. Then, as he refrained from hugging her stomach, almost doing so out of instinct… and desire, she hushed before leaning her head back.

“Shhh…”

Their bodies were already stuck to each other after she yanked his wrists forth. Now that she leaned her head on him, they became a lovely scenery.

Fox separated a bit, just a few centimeters at most. Doing so caused him to half-groan, and her to exhale a covert moan. His intimate skin separate from hers, and the sensation it gave her, combined to pleasantly surprise both.

Fox looked down at her as the water continued running down their skin without interruption, seemingly endless. Her eyes were closed, relaxed. But more than anything, vulnerable. Her nose, exquisite and small. Her lips… almost aiming at him, closed, but plump, giving him the feeling of irritation the longer he looked at them and didn’t bite them.

After staring for a period of time, he looked ahead, then at the shower head, before closing his to enjoy the immobile shower.

Little by little, their bodies mostly remaining from touching each other, Fox heard a mechanism ever so slightly before the water stopped running. He immediately opened his eyes and closed it, mentally sighing in relief with his resting face before looking back up.

His body felt warmer, causing him to look at the source. He had accidentally bucked, humped, stuck his body to her, every inch of his front and her back together. And yet, the only thing mattering to him was the face looking at him.

Nala Loba’s slightly narrowed eyes looked up at him, ever so slightly reflecting the bathroom lights. Fox felt entranced at first, but then it all went away. Then… He just stared at her.

After a while, with Nala Loba’s eyes narrowing a bit more, losing the hidden softness within, she blinked. When she slid her eyes up, she had separated from his body and spun to go under his right arm supporting his leaning body on the wall, leaving the bathtub and Fox behind.

Fox looked below still, his head jolting a little when the door closed, slamming a bit. He remained like this for a while before finally moving. He snapped his bones and walked out of the bathtub, knowing his clothes were outside.

When he opened the door and peeked to the side, he didn’t see his clothes. He looked at his bed and at the folded clothes on the farthest extreme of the bedroom for him to walk through. Coincidentally, he would have to give Nala Loba, in her bedsheets, the front view of his body.

Fox ruefully smiled, ‘Does she really think I’m a boy? Perhaps it’s my fault.’

Fox stopped peeking, with Nala Loba dropping her phone and staring up at him. He walked out, slowly and impassive, to his folded clothes. Standing just beside her and purposely facing her slightly. She looked at his face alone, but when he put his shirt and dried his hair, she ogled all she wanted to the dangling things. Curious, intriguing, critical; whichever was the reason, she stopped only when he wore his pants.

Even the sight of his bulge was like a mystery to her; and fascinating. Fox could only smirk to that, treating her like a stupid young girl having her first experiences.

Afterwards, both silently quieted down and went to bed, resting before returning in a few hours. Yet, when morning came, Fox woke up to a sensation. He opened his eyes, just a bit, in alarm. Darting his eyes to the side, he had no time to react before a left sole came kicking at him.

Fox slid his body to the right, to the center of his bed, avoiding the kick. Nala Loba followed with a left knee crashing down on his sternum after impulsing herself back up, which he stopped with his right hand pushing against her sternum. His left hand turned into a fist, but instead of punching forth, he slammed its reverse towards her right foot supporting her knee attack.

She dodged it and jumped to his lower right, looking for a better stance to face him, as his left side was far too mighty to face off, at least with just clothes on their bodies. Fox chased after her, but she feinted her dash and forced her body at the corner of the bed with ample nimbleness to turn back before pushing her body to tackle his stomach with hers with notorious strength.

A lengthy spar had just started. Fox and Nala Loba continued on their sudden morning activities, spending 3 hours sparring like this. They used all their strength, tensing every body part they needed to not fall behind each other one bit, and having no qualms to hit with full-on brute force or scheme their dirtiest hidden moves and surprises. Each hit was fully throughout and powered.

By the time they finished, their bodies were heavy with sweat alone, breathing raggedly, and lying on the mess of a floor they left. The beds, mattresses, and even the walls were disordered with some fabrics they threw to each other for fun or meager distraction.

Looking at each other after staring at the ceiling, their heads at the same level albeit their bodies facing opposite directions, Fox saw her smile and couldn’t help but do so also. Her eyes seemed to grow satisfied at last, as if she wasn’t contented with his performance as an agent so far.

“Say, how many things, and which, did I randomly attack or threw something at?” Still in ragged breaths, she asked. Fox frowned, opening his mouth to breath and talk, “I’m not sure, like 15? Mostly pillows, a few spots on the headrests’ wall, and the window curtains.”

“Wrong. Take each of those like a team group you were in charge of, all firsters. There were 22 times I struck randomly under your eyes. One was at one of your shoes under my bed, another one at the pole holding the curtain windows, one was at the lower left leg of your bed, two on the right side of your bed, and the last 2 to the doorknob, which you let me handle twice for no reason.”

“…” Fox was confused. He couldn’t understand at first, but as she named the things and how many she hit, his eyes opened fully, and his face fell. Nala Loba saw this and ruthlessly said without a breath, “48 excellent special agents died during a simple operation— along their 22 Captains. You are disappointing for someone who led an elite team in Preut, the ‘war country’ of the decade. At least for now.”

“… Preut should be a one-time incident…” Fox admonished himself silently, but he couldn’t understand Preut, just as he didn’t and still haven’t processed her quirky ‘teachings’. But then, he thought, and that was when things became a little foreboding.

At least he knew what she was implying from her sudden lesson. The way she just walked to the doorknob demonstrated how easy one could move chess pieces and prepare the downfall of any segment, all without ringing alarms until it happened. Half the things she spoke of, Fox didn’t even see, maybe heard, but didn’t give it attention after no more noise, or strangeness followed from them. In short, his mutual awareness was awful. He had to learn how to read them. But now that he knew, it wouldn’t be as bad. However, his first record already showed his inabilities.

“Ah, yeah…” Nala Loba stood up and exclaimed, uncaring. Fox followed suit, still breathing hard and sweating, like her. Nala Loba threw him a set of clothes from below her bed before starting taking her clothes off before him. “Wear it. You’re welcome. Let’s return now.”

Fox looked at the clothes and found them to be a long-sleeved shirt, long pants, very loose at the groin area, and new gloves. There was also a jacket. They all seemed bought from a humble store, but Fox felt so much better now. The fatigue was ignored by his body. He even felt like getting naked and letting his Captain explore him with her eyes was a decent trade at worst.

But she turned around and took everything off, rapidly wearing her knickers, which Fox only saw the heavenly butt for a second of. He turned around afterwards, realizing about it. He took his sweaty, smelly clothes off and wore the set she brought him, giving her privacy and quickly wearing everything. Fox noticed that she stopped after fully dressing up, to which she asked him if he was, and he confirmed it. Then, they left, heading to the train station to quickly return to the capital city.

Then, once both dressed up and outside, they left for Proteros. Scheduling a ticket for a train together, the entire trip was silent.