Chapter 14

When she took him to the store, he thought he’d be returned. But Amber didn’t. When she lingered at the alley, he thought he’d be abandoned for sure. But she didn’t leave him.

Those small decisions, after being tossed in a warehouse and scorned at a shop, made him almost blindly devoted.

So it had to be just a dream. The déjà vu he felt toward the man in his dreams had to be wrong. His current life as a d*ldo was real.

“Is this your first time seeing rain?”

Amber interrupted his thoughts. His blurred focus returned to her.

“No… I saw it at the shop.”

“The shop?”

Amber looked up from her book, puzzled, then muttered, “Ah, at the shop,” as if she understood.

Come to think of it… If he remembered, that meant Amber had seen him sleeping too. Maybe she’d noticed even earlier, just hadn’t said anything.

George felt a little uneasy. He wanted to ask if she’d seen, but he was just as afraid of the truth. Maybe she’d let it pass, but maybe she’d been paying close attention to the changes.

First hunger, now sleep. What if he was becoming more human? The conversation they’d had by the sea had certainly brought them closer, but for George, it was also a seed of anxiety.

After a while, Amber, who usually fell silent while reading, spoke again, unusually.

“But you’ve never been out in the rain, right?”

Of course not. He didn’t want to, either. Not expecting such a suggestion, George nodded. Amber closed her book and asked,

“Want to go out together?”

“Now?”

“Don’t want to?”

George looked out the window. The rain seemed lighter than before, but he still didn’t want to go out and get wet. Still, he nodded almost against his will—if it wasn’t Amber’s hobby to get rained on, he must be the reason she wanted to go out.

“No, let’s go.”

George offered his hand to the smaller woman. He was led outside, but Amber didn’t go far.

Ding—a bell rang once. Since Mrs. Joren’s visit, a bell had been hung on the back door, confirming their destination was the garden.

Amber stepped into the rain without hesitation, but George instinctively hesitated. It was an instinctive aversion to dirty, uncomfortable places. Of course, he let go of her hand.

“Why here?”

George raised an eyebrow. Amber had gone to the middle of the garden, so his question hung in the air.

No choice. George started walking again. As soon as he stepped forward, the rain soaked him. His hair stuck to his forehead, and the wet drops ran down his nose and neck.

Just as he thought, it was uncomfortable. Not pleasant at all.

“Look, the sprouts are up already. See?”

Amber squatted in front of pale green shoots. It was probably the chicory he’d planted so diligently a while ago. He hadn’t cared, so he’d forgotten, but Amber looked delighted.

‘Did she think I’d like this?’

If so, she was mistaken. He didn’t care about sprouts, only about her bright face and the way the wet fabric clung to her delicate curves.

Instead of squatting, George stood crookedly, looking down at her white neck and the skin visible under her clothes.

“These grow fast. We’ll be able to cook with chicory soon.”

“…”

“In the capital, I mostly bought food, but growing it myself is nice, isn’t it?”

“…”

“What are you doing?”

Amber looked up at him, surprised by his lack of response. Only then did George kneel down. He brushed the wet hair from her cheek and spoke.

“Master, you knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”

“That I started sleeping. You saw I was anxious about it.”

He’d spoken impulsively, but it flowed as if he’d planned it. Amber’s face showed she’d been hit at the core.

“Do you pity me?”

“It’s not pity.”

“Then?”

“I wanted to wake you up. You seemed scared of sleeping.”

“…What.”

Sleep did break. Not from the rain, but because of the dull feeling below. It wasn’t right to give a d*ldo both illness and medicine.

“Why do you think I’m scared?”

“…”

Amber looked like she knew but wouldn’t say. So George asked,

“If there’s a better way to wake me up, will you do it?”

He was half joking. After that day, she never allowed more than kissing during the day.

George waited for her to push him away at the right moment and leaned in toward Amber. He cupped her chin and slowly brought his face closer. Their lips met. He thought it would be a brief kiss, but it lasted longer than expected.

Why…? Surprised by something so new, George became steadily more excited. He tangled his tongue with Amber’s, sucking noisily, almost devouring her. When she didn’t push him away, he kissed her again.

“Mmm, Geo…”

It felt like his brain was melting. Their relationship had started with physical contact, and he was always like this. Even a small touch set his senses on edge, driving him crazy.

His body leaned more and more toward Amber. Pushed by his persistence, Amber sat down on the ground. George, who had only bent his waist, also knelt. As he feared, they ended up rolling on the dirt.

“Master.”

George whispered with their lips still touching. His breath mixed with his low, rough voice, almost making him lose control.

“Want to go inside?”

She could have refused. She usually did. George’s gaze, always bracing for disappointment, was avoided by Amber.

“…Not here. Let’s go inside.”

Her round ear was red. If he hadn’t misheard… it was the first permission he’d gotten since then. George couldn’t let the chance slip away.

Before Amber could change her mind, he picked her up and hurried into the house, kissing her lips in quick succession to keep the heat going.

“If you say no now, I won’t give in.”

As soon as they got inside, he set her down and lifted her dress. He deftly pushed aside her underwear and found the swollen flesh.

“I’m not giving up.”

“Mm… You don’t have to give in. I’m not asking you to.”

He knew her body as if it were his own. He knew exactly where she was sensitive and how to touch her to make her soak his fingers with fl*id.

While two fingers spread her flesh, his middle finger twisted and rubbed the nub. Whether it was rainwater or her own fl*id, it ran down his fingers.

How could something be so *rotic.

His *rection throbbed. He wanted to be inside her right away. The thought of her squeezing him drove him crazy.

But he’d never entered her without f*replay. Giving his master pleasure was his purpose, and he stuck to it. With trembling hands, he unbuttoned her dress, kneading her pale, plump br*asts and pressing his lips to them.

Her n*pple rolled in his mouth, tasting sweet. He sucked hard, almost like a baby.

“Ah, ah… Go a little slower, George.”

When he’d wetted her enough and thr*st his fingers deeper, Amber shuddered. The wave of pleasure made her legs weak.

“Liar. You like it when I do this, don’t you? Are you more sensitive because it’s daytime?”

“Don’t say things like that…”

George supported her body between his knees. Then, as if he might slide her down, he pushed one finger after another into her wet entrance.

They did this every day, yet she was still so tight. It made him want to take his time with f*replay. He kissed her flushed cheek and leaned into her ear.

“Did you know? This is only the third time we’ve done it during the day.”

The first was the day he became human. He’d tried to satisfy her but never managed to enter. The second was a few days ago, when the rain started. Every memory was vivid. There wasn’t a day with Amber he couldn’t recall.

After moving his fingers inside her, George withdrew his hand. He quickly undid his belt and his stiff *rection sprang free. Amber reached for his neck, pulling him close. George touched her again and suddenly asked,

“Why did you change your mind?”

“I thought daytime might be nice for once.”

“This won’t be the last time, right?”

He wrapped her legs around his waist and made her cling to him. Amber was light enough for him to handle alone.

“Sit down slowly.”

George gripped her round hips and lowered her onto his *rection. The wet tip slid along her entrance a few times.

“Master, I’m dying here…”

‘Let me in, please.’

He rubbed his face against her neck, begging. His hand calmly guided himself to her entrance again.

After a moment, George let out a slow, pleasure-filled sigh. The tightness around him made his mind go blank.

D*mn, it felt good. Good enough to swear.

George couldn’t move right away, just held her hot body and savored the feeling. Then, suddenly, he thr*st up from below.

“Ha, mm, ah!”

“Ha… If I keep going like this, I’ll lose it.”

Amber’s inner walls contracted tightly in surprise, squeezing as if to burst, but George kept moving his hips. Her round hips and his collar were soaked with a sensual scent, but he didn’t stop.

He wanted to live inside her. He wanted to thr*st harder and shake her. His reason faded, leaving only instinct to guide him. His words turned rough.

“I must really be a d*ldo. This feels so d*mn good.”

Otherwise, it wouldn’t feel this good. He wouldn’t feel this full… The way her legs opened only for him, her hands clinging wherever he moved, her thin m*ans. The pleasure that wracked his whole body the moment they became one.

Resisting the urge to cl*max immediately, George bit Amber’s ear.

Gasp, hic… Her sobbing m*ans sounded beautiful. Even when she clung to him, leaving nail marks on his back and soaking the sheets below. He would slide in and out countless times, calling her ‘master’ and sometimes whispering her name, thrusting slowly as if savoring the feeling inside.

Amber’s warmth, the m*ans as he called her name. It felt as if all time and space existed for this moment.

The sound of rain was covered by their m*ans for a long time afterward.