"Are you in pain?" Mr Llevric gives me a glance as he hears me moaning, worrying that it is him who is making me feel uncomfortable.
Trying to hold my voice back, I clench my jaw and tightly bite my lips. Feeling reluctant to create a misunderstanding because of a shameful moan I made, I quickly shake my head at Mr Llevric's concern, hoping that he is able to understand my intention.
While the ink on my inner thigh almost entirely fades, Mr Llevric moves his hand again approaching my crotch.
When I feel myself throbbing under my palm, I panic. At once, I grip Mr Llevric's wrist and stop him from approaching my crotch with his hand, "Mr Llevric…" with my throat tightened I squeak, "No…"
Looking at me securing my private part from him so intensely, Mr Llevric once again puts up a deep frown. Heartbroken, he squints into my eyes. Softly he says to me, "I am sorry I wasn't there earlier."
