Chapter 140: Trying To Dine and Dash
Perking up and down like flattering dandelions, Howl's long eyelashes blinked profusely at her words.
What masochist?
He doesn't even know what that means but it doesn't sound good and definitely doesn't bode well based on her expression alone.
"You're husbands are the masochists. I'm not!" He refuted loudly, is it some kind of creature? What does she take him for?
"Ah... yeah. Of course, of course. You're not an M. Right." Atasha answered monotonously, pretty much unconvinced.
For some reason, how she worded it out made Howl feel he was alluded to.
The creaking sound of the walls increased as Howl leaned further back, knocking his back against the stack of slabs. He could feel her mounds still rubbing on him but the flimsy fabric was hindering their contact.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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