Reverse World-Chapter 139 - – Relocation

Of course, Benjamin knew exactly what she was doing. Based on previous experiences, he understood her aim as soon as she started behaving abnormally. When she became a little too obvious in her actions, he questioned her.

"Are you interested in my chest?"

She started, ashamed to realize that she wasn't as discreet as she thought.

"Ah! Um, s-sorry. I didn't plan to do that."

"It's fine."

"What?"

"It's fine. The girls in my class are also staring at my chest all the time so I got used to it now. I don't mind if you touch it a bit if that can make you feel better."

"...Seriously?"

"Yes."

After saying that, he removed his T-shirt to show her that he wasn't joking and the girl couldn't help gaping at the unexpected sight, her eyes glued to his chest. She stayed like this for a long time and didn't dare move in any way, frozen by the unexpected situation. Helpful as always, Benjamin went to her rescue by taking her hands and putting them on his chest. Alena shivered at the contact, pressing her hands into his flesh unconsciously. She looked up at him and seeing him grinning approvingly, relaxed a little. After a few seconds, she began to move her hands a bit, feeling the texture of his torso. She slowly moved her hands around, pressing here and there as if she could never get enough of the feeling.

"Wow, this is a man's chest. It's so hard and different from mine. This is so sexy."

She wondered why he was letting her touch him like this even though they were little more than strangers. Could it be he was the type of supposedly fictional guy who would indulge others, someone who couldn't say no to people? Or perhaps, he fell in love with her at first sight? Even lost in her fantasies, her hands were diligent and continued to rub him all around until her gaze focused on a particular part of his torso. Trying to confirm her theories, she sent a bolder request.

"Say, c-can I touch your nipples too?"

"Go ahead."

As expected! With his consent, she smiled happily and delicately used her index fingers to touch his nipples, checking his reaction. When nothing happened, she grew bolder and used her fingers to stimulate them, making circles around them first and then flickering them. Her breathing grew harder and a lustful smile appeared on her face. She still checked his expression from time to time and seeing him quite unperturbed by what she was doing, she became intrigued. She pinched his nipples between her index fingers and her thumbs and monitored his reactions. When still nothing much happened, she became more and more curious and increased her pinching strength while asking him innocently.

"How does it feel?"

He was also getting used to this misconception among young girls.

"Neither good nor bad. It doesn't feel that nice, that's only in porn. And also, my chest and nipples are not very sensitive anyway. Doing it any stronger would only make it hurt."

She removed her hands hastily.

"Oh, I see. I didn't know that about that. Sorry."

"It's fine."

He looked around and continued.

"Should we move to a better place and continue chatting there?"

She followed his gaze and seeing the dirty alley, she nodded.

"Ah, yes. Then, um, my house is just around the corner, we can try going there?"

"Sounds good."

He put his T-shirt on again and followed her. Just like she said, her home was just a few houses away. It was a single-story house with a large surface area to compensate for the lack of floors. When they reached the front door, she turned toward him and asked.

"Can you wait here for a minute, please?"

"Yes."

She opened the door, went inside, and closed it again. He heard her steps going away from the door and waited until she was done doing whatever she wanted to do. It didn't take her long and she came back a few tens of seconds after, opening the door and inviting him in.

"My mother and sister are not home. You can come in."

He entered and saw a normal-looking living room, except that it was very messy. She seemed to notice the disorder and hastily tried to justify herself.

"Ah, sorry. It's just us three girls living here so it's not super clean."

"I don't mind, my sisters' rooms are like that too."

When he mentioned this, she seemed to have another realization and ran toward a specific place, Benjamin slowly following her. She arrived in front of a door and told him.

"Hold on a second, I-I need to clean my room a little before you can come in."

He nodded and the same thing repeated itself. Once the door was closed, he could hear the noise of her going around her room and fighting the mess inside. Judging by the amount of noise, she wasn't going to be done anytime soon. Curious, he looked around. The corridor he was in had several other doors. As a way to pass time, he tried to open them to see what was on the other side. It wasn't very polite to do that in a stranger's house but Alena probably wouldn't mind it too much.

One of the rooms was a bathroom and he guessed the two others would be bedrooms. Judging by the furniture, the first one probably was Alena's sister's room. There was nothing too special about it except for the fact that it was very messy too, with clothes, games, and school stuff all around the floor and the bed. By process of elimination, the last place had to be the mother's room. Same as the daughter's, it was also very chaotic. However, Benjamin's sharp eyes noticed something interesting. The sheets around the middle of the bed were wet, where someone's butt would normally be when lying down, except that the wet spot was almost fully hidden by the blanket. What's more, there was a lingering smell he knew very well in the room, the smell of female sex and juices.

Going to the bed, he lifted the blanket and was surprised to see three dildos hidden there, amid the wet stain, still glistening and smeared with fresh fluids. One of them was a small egg-shaped one and the other two were in the form of a penis, one slightly thicker than the other. It was clear that the mother had been very active not so long ago and hadn't bothered tidying up. Faced with these, he did the normal thing anyone would do in his shoes. He decided to do her a favor by cleansing them for her, taking them in hand one by one and licking them clean, savoring the remnants of what they had just gone through in passing. The flavor was thick and strong, very much to his taste. He did this conscientiously until he wasn't able to taste the sweet fluids on them anymore and the tools became spotless again.