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    My fingers kept masturbating me deeply until thest remnants of


    the intense release were drained.


    After a few seconds, I stared at the wall, trying to steady my


    breathing


    Sweat beaded on my forehead, and the loose shirt clung to me like


    a second skin, soaked and damp.


    I didn’t even want to extend my senses to check if Ss was awake


    or asleep. Still, I felt an intense gaze burning into my back, but I


    fought the urge to know—I was dying of shame.


    I didn’t want him to think I was like all the others, but the truth


    was, Electra wasn’t any different from the other perverted, horny


    witches.


    This effect hit once a month andsted a few days, so my torment


    was far from over.


    ‘The good thing was, it didn’t keep me like this all the time; there


    were breaks, and then I wouldn’t know when this whore’s spell


    would strike again.


    At some point during the miserable night I had, I fell asleep from


    exhaustion.


    Thad to repeat the “masturbation ritual” like two more times.


    Weird for me, I gave inpletely, maybe trusting the protection


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    spell I always set around me before sleeping.


    T opened my eyes well into the morning.


    Tblinked sleepily at the wall with that ugly green-striped


    wallpaper and rubbed my eyes, sitting up on my elbow.


    My skin felt sticky, not to mention the “substances” between my


    thighs.


    I turned, grabbing the nket, and looked at the floor—but Ss


    wasn’t there.


    Suddenly, I tensed up. Did he escape?


    Twas about to scan my surroundings when the front door opened,


    and he walked in with a tray covered by a cloth.


    “ss, where did you go?”


    “Mydy, I’m sorry for disobeying, but I went to get some food for


    when you woke up,” he said, cing the tray on the small table in


    the corner and lowering his head.


    For some reason, I was grateful he wasn’t looking me in the face.


    My cheeks were burning fromst night’s fiasco.


    “alright, did you eat anything? How did you pay for breakfast?” I


    started getting up—more than food, I needed a bath.


    “T can’t eat before yourdyship, and the innkeeper gave me


    breakfast to pay when we check out of the room.”


    “I see. Take these coins, settle the debt, and ask for hot water for


    my bath,” I searched in the saddlebag and held out a few copper


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    coins to him.


    “Mydy, I... I’ve already prepared your bath. I asked for the water


    in the kitchen,” he replied, and 1 lifted my gaze to meet his golden


    one, like thousands of suns melted in his iris.


    He didn’t flinch or lower his head like always; he just held my gaze


    with intensity.


    I knew it. He knew what I didst night.


    “J see,” this time, I was the one who turned my face away and


    dodged his scrutiny. “Pay them anyway and be careful.”


    I finally handed him the coins and watched him leave. I rushed like


    an idiot to the tub and nearly dove in headfirst.


    God, I’m such an idiot.


    The real Electra wouldn’t act so shy about this. She was


    uninhibited; for them, sex was just a game—lust ran through their


    veins.


    I scrubbed hard between my thighs, and just barely touching my


    vulva, I felt like if I rubbed a little harder, I’d get horny again.


    “Oh, Goddess, what have you gotten me into?”