Chapitre 34: Regrets

"W-Wait, that's enough!" Argider pushed Fialova back, her voice edged with a tension she couldn't quite control. "Enough, we might… go too far." 

"What's wrong with too far?" Fialova asked, her eyes narrowing with dangerous curiosity. 

Argider faltered, her composure cracking like glass under pressure. "Let's… leave that for when it's time. Consummation or… something." She was panicking, truly panicking now. Her heart raced, and her hands trembled as unwelcome thoughts clawed at her resolve. She wanted to pull the woman closer. She wanted to pull her pants off. 

What is wrong with me? She sighed deeply, the weight of guilt settling in her chest. She'd always been scum, hadn't she? Running to women when she felt like the walls were closing in, no hesitation, no second thoughts. But this time felt different. This time, it felt wrong. 

"Why are you not reluctant about… submitting to me?" she asked finally, unable to meet Fialova's gaze.