Chapter 96: The Innocence Of Youth
"I say, we leave right away!" the young man had made his mind.
There was something off about this place. He didn't know what it was just yet, but to him, there was something that didn't work. The old man servant who came up to them and began weirdly talking to them about their partner, September Autumn, was now gone. Bath time was over, unfortunately. Sort of ended ahead of time a bit. Somewhat ruining their moment. Junk and the elvish woman had fallen back to her bedroom within the strange hotel. April was only wearing a thin, pink towel, wrapped around her body. Her big boobs were nearly popping out of underneath of the towel. Simply looking at her and being in her presence were more than enough to get Junk going and to make him hard under that towel that was attempting to cover his member. His cock was throbbing. His testicles were occasionally shaking under the towel.
"Aren't you sure you are not being nervous because Sep is not with us right now?" April questioned him, not feeling anywhere as worried as he was. "Something tells me that you are paranoid right now, Junkie-honey," she called him by this nickname that he personally thought it was quite stupid and childish. Junk couldn't stop staring at the drops of water dripping down the nearly naked body. If he wasn't so paranoid as April just declared it, he would definitely allow himself to let loose and to bang her right on the spot, but he couldn't. He simply couldn't. Perhaps he was paranoid. Perhaps he was, but the boy legitimately felt like there was something wrong here. Everything that had happened to them, here in this village, was simply too good. Everything was too easy for them. Something that clearly didn't happen too often, to say the least. It was too good to be true, and for someone such as Junk, he couldn't afford to trust anyone (or almost anyone, still choosing to trust April, of course), after the Autumn witch had bailed on them again. Abandoning them. Leaving them without saying anything and allowing them to be attacked by that electric, swine monster who ambushed them.
"You seriously do no think something is off around here?"
"No. They' just nice people. Stop worrying about everything, Junk, for once. Please, don't mess this up. While you were still recovering, they helped me to give birth to the demons souls. They are still taking care of us right now, as we speak," April explained to him as she was drying her hair with a second towel she had brought with her from the public bathroom.
"To be honest with you, I don't really care about the fact that they are kind to us. Everyone can be nice and hide something at the same time. We need to keep moving and trust no one. We are through with the witch. She abandoned us again, and we need to think about ourselves and run while we still can. The pig-fucker is probably on his way to come here anyway. There is no time to waste. Look. You don't even have to dress up. I don't care. Just follow me," he told her.
"Hold on, hold on, I'm already aware that you don't need me to be wearing anything…" she paused to wink at him, adorably, sensually, and seductively doing so. "... But I am not getting up and following you right now. This is a bunch of nonsense, Junk. I'm tired of travelling. I'm tired of running. I want to live a bit better. I want to sleep in a real bed. I'm exhausted of camping out in the middle of the woods. And I'm not giving up on Sep, just yet. We don't know what happened. She probably left. Yes. But she probably left for a good reason. Sep has a lot of issues. I admit it. And she abandoned us before. But right now, I got the feeling that she didn't mean to do anything bad. Something happened and she is going to find us. Or the other way around. Don't give up on Sep, just yet, Junk," she told him.
"You are blind. You are so young and innocent and believe everyone wants the best for you… It's not the case. It's really not the case, April," he tried reasoning with her. He was desperately attempting to reason with the beautiful, elvish woman. It was originally supposed to be the other way around. April was originally supposed to be trying to make sense out of him. April was simply much too relaxed and calmed and confident in the fact that these villagers were here to help them for his own taste.
"Wait a minute, how old are you exactly to be calling me, young? I'm eighteen. How old are you?" April asked the young man.
"How old am I? I have no idea. They never said how old I was back at the prison…" Junk had actually never thought of that.
"So, it means that there is a chance that you are younger than me even? Or that we are the same age?" April began questioning.
"I don't think. I feel much older than you are…" he replied.
"Anyway, don't tell me I am blind, Junkie-honey. I am staying here. You can go if you want. Looks like I can't convince you to stay."
"Then, maybe I should go in that case…" he considered…
But then, interrupted them both, the door of the bedroom opened… Making an obvious and seemingly never-ending creaking noise…
"Who goes there?" Junk readied himself for the worst.
"Who is it?" April was just as curious as he was.
"I'm sorry… I couldn't avoid overhearing you on the other side of the door," the same, old man, servant from earlier, stepped into the bedroom. "I can assure you, we mean you no harm. However…"
"However…?" April was waiting for him to follow up on that.
"This place… This village is not what you think. There is no point in hiding it from you any longer…" the servant mentioned.