Hearing my words, she, instead of getting comfortable, was looking much more tense and hesitantly picked up the glass from the table and started drinking. But the moment drink's intoxicating taste entered her body, her eyes turned wide in astonishment, and she gestured at me to explain this unbelievable thing.
Seeing her disbelief, I looked on the other side while confirming that nobody was around us, and feeling her shock, I couldn't even properly blame her. Like in normal cases, she wouldn't have been able to drink it because she didn't have physical bodies, and when there was no body, there was nothing to even enjoy.
But with me, this logic left out of the window pretty fast, as my ability was not fixed on merely seeing or touching the spirits but also gave me a strange ability that made my touch this unique that every spirit could use my touched item, no matter if that was high-level or low-level spirits.
I could just give them anything i want, and they could use it as they want, but most of my spirits were pretty high-class, and they all had way too many issues with me, so i made sure that I was maintaining my safety, or who knew how many years before these bastards would have gulped me already.
But most of my spirits are pretty good in nature, at least with me, and for the spirits who try to act bossy or stubborn with me, I make sure that they won't be able to pass on to the afterlife that easily. So drinking my drink surely felt pretty pleasant to her, as it might be because she didn't have anything from the past, I don't know, like 20 or 200 years maybe.
Well, I have pretty much confusion in their timeline, and the story also was pretty messed up, but still she was pretty nice, and her clothes are also pretty traditional Japanese clothes, so she should be mostly before the world war, but whatever the mess is, she was looking pretty nice while I was mostly awake, as I drank a few sips of painkillers and started dressing my wounds.
As I started to strip my clothes, seeing my bare skin without clothes, her face started to become red, and she started panicking like a child. Well, I can't even think that she could feel this type of shyness from just stripping my shirt.
but heh-heh, what If I stripped my pants also, but never mind, she already saw me naked in the fight and clearly knows every mole on my body, so I should stop thinking like a pervert and start dressing my wounds properly,
as I spoke while lighting my cigar. "Hey girl, why are you getting so shy with just seeing your great-grandson's age child without clothes? And you already saw everything of mine, so why feel shame now? And don't you dare act as a virgin. So sit calmly or do your stuff."
I was feeling that I had a valid and reasonable point of questioning her behavior, but surely it was pretty traditional; in their traditional ways, there were way too many rules or manners that the homemaker had to follow.
Well, surely she should be around Samurai's age, so it was still pretty new for her, as her memories with her husband in spirit form weren't pretty great, so it was most likely for her to imagine that she doesn't know how much Japan has developed in good ways.
Well, surely the war changed the nation very much, and even Germany faced quite a change, but let's fuck these politics classes, but I am not just going to tell her that her nation is now famous for anime and manga or hentai.
So I started dressing my wounds; seeing my wounds, her face surely darkened, and her maternal instincts started to kick in, and she started to dress my wounds, as I didn't mind because there can't be any bigger fool than a person who denies the hands of a beauty, and the moment her soft and weightless touch was felt on my wound, a cry came out of my mouth because most of my body was covered with great bruises and scars, and there wasn't anything visible on my body beside scars and wounds.
Well, surely she can judge by these scars and wounds what kind of life I must have been through, but in these warm feelings, there was a kind of feminine side in her that was reacting greatly to my touch, and now she was feeling the time of her youth with her husband.
As in this playfulness, she came near my lips and started to look in my eyes and started laughing. Seeing her sudden smile, I asked, "What? Don't tell me you didn't see such a handsome man like me, even when you were still alive!"
Hearing my words, giggles and redness started to appear in her face as she spoke: "You brat, I wasn't thinking about it, as I was thinking about how deeply you are taking puffs from your cigar to distract your mind from peeking in my dress but failing miserably and still trying to act as a stern, manly, cool dude.
Guess man didn't decline that much over these many years, heh-heh!" Hearing that she caught me surely made my face flustered, and I started to make funny expressions this time while looking at her.
As I felt the closeness of her lips and mine, I started to take chances, as there can be no better chance to bang this beauty, as I started to move my lips closer to her while looking in her eyes, as surely her eyes were looking way more beautiful, as even after her death, I could still feel the warmth. I was just hoping that maybe she could be tight from inside also, like her cherry lips.
As I was thinking about it while moving my lips closer to her, as this was surely pretty pleasant for me, the moment our lips were about to meet, this motherfucker Antak started to scream by my name.
This bastard destroyed our every moment, and the fucking thing he asked was, "Why did I not clean my house?" This jerk just destroyed my moments with her just because my house has a little dust.
as she just excited that tempted moment and quickly moved her face away, this bastard ruined my moment, I will make sure to not let him pass on peacefully, but I used my fingers to pull her face closer to mine and spoke with pretty whispering voice " Hey, I think you missed some spots, wanna make them clean, how about this time using your lips as medicine on my lips!"