Saint's Prison - Chapter 55

The Happiness of the Fox

“Hey, isn’t it about time to stop?”

“Pah, lero… chu, still not feh feh.”

“Hey hey, don’t talk while sucking. It’s indecent.”

While sucking on my finger, Amal gives me an upward glance.

It’s no good, even with that face. Rather, I wish you would stop because it gives me a strange feeling. I might not be able to resist even during the day. I pull out my finger. My finger and Amal’s lips are connected with a string of saliva.

“See, you are overdoing it. Look, your finger is getting wrinkled.”

I show my wrinkled hand in front of Amal’s eyes.

With a ‘tsuun’, Amal turns her face away. Her cheeks are swollen like a squirrel’s. She’s sulking.

At that adorable behavior, a smile inevitably spills from my face.

Reacting to my laughter, Amal furrows her eyebrows in annoyance.

“Andy-sama, what is so funny?”

“Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking how cute you are.”

“Cu, cute! There’s no point in deceiving me like that anymore.”

“I didn’t mean to. So, don’t get angry.”

“Amal is not angry!”

“No, you’re clearly angry…”

Somehow this exchange feels like deja vu.

That’s right… We’ve had this conversation before.

I look at Amal anew.

A beauty that should be described as a fairy or angel. A high, well-shaped nose, cheeks as white as transparency dyed in rose color, and both bright red eyes framed by long eyelashes. Her hair, like the Milky Way shining in the night sky, flowed elegantly down to her waist.

A beautiful girl with no flaws from any angle. Her otherworldly beauty makes her even divine.

(I’ve thought about it many times, but normally, a beautiful girl like Amal would never date someone like me.)

If it weren’t for the closed space of the monastery, and moreover Amal’s circumstances, we wouldn’t have this kind of relationship.

No, Amal is only 15 now and 13 years younger. I’m really a bastard for laying a hand on such a minor girl and even connecting bodies almost every night. I have no regrets about it, but I do hate myself. To cast away such thoughts, I smile at Amal.

“If you’re not angry, we don’t need a make-up kiss.”

Reacting to that, Amal quickly turns her face towards me. In a flustered manner, she clings to me.

“Ah, Andy-sama? I, I’m really angry! So, I want to make up!”

“Eh, didn’t you just say you weren’t angry?”

“Just now, I decided to get angry!”

She desperately insists. Saying such ridiculous things, does she want to kiss that badly? It’s so funny, I burst into laughter.

“Pfft, ahaha, I’m joking. Amal is really cute.”

“Ugh, Andy-sama!”

With a ‘you’re teasing me again’ look, Amal pouts.

I console Amal, who is sulking.

Wiping the peach-colored lips moistened with saliva with my finger. A soft jelly-like sensation. After savoring that, I give a mere touch of a kiss.

***

After the meal.

We both sit on the bed and talk.

Amal hugs my arm and relaxes, leaning into me.

It’s become a daily routine to chat leisurely like this until we fall asleep. Today’s events and stories about my hometown, Japan. The content varies. Today, I’m telling Amal about a Japanese fairy tale.

“So, Gon the fox was struck down by Hyoju’s hand and fell. Hyoju looks at the chestnuts hardening by his side and realizes that it was Gon who always brought these. But, it was all too late…”

Gon, the fox I learned about in Japanese class when I was in elementary school.

Gon, a lonely little fox who lost his parents, was always pranking and troubling the villagers. One day, seeing Hyoju catching fish and eels in the river, Gon lets them escape out of a mischievous spirit.

However, later he realizes that these were the food for Hyoju’s mother, who was sick in bed, when he sees her funeral.

Regretting this, he brings chestnuts and mountain blessings every day as a form of atonement, but Hyoju kills Gon thinking that he has come to prank again.

In a nutshell, that’s the story.

This story is very impressive, and I still remember it even after more than 10 years since I graduated.

Amal was listening to my story with interest.

“When you talk about it like this, Gon the fox seems pitiful, doesn’t he?”

“…Is that so?”

Amal quietly said that.

“Gon the fox must have been lonely. He lost his parents and lived all by himself until now. He must have been pranking to distract himself. No one noticed him, no one was close to him, and… he was never loved, always, always. So, when Hyoju finally noticed him at the end, I think Gon was happy.”

“But, he wasn’t rewarded and was killed, right?”

“…No, that’s not the case. He was noticed in the end, he wasn’t alone, was he?”

Amal looked up at my face. My cheek was gently stroked.

“So, Gon the fox was happy.”

She muttered, as if whispering.

Amal seemed to overlap herself with Gon the fox. Like Gon, Amal had been living alone, unnoticed by anyone, unaccompanied and unloved, until I came here. That’s probably why she feels a strong empathy for Gon.

Feeling that, I became very sad.

I put my hands on Amal’s back and behind her knees sitting next to me, and hold her sideways. I put her on my knee and hugged her shoulder tightly.

“I see. If you say so, it must be true.”

“Yes.”

She nods slightly.

“Gon the fox may be dead, but I’m here with you. I’ll always be here.”

“Andy-sama…”

“Yep, you’re my woman. I’ll protect you for sure, so don’t worry.”

“Yes, Amal is only Andy-sama’s woman. I dedicate my body and heart to you. Please love me for the rest of my life.”

“Yeah, it’s a promise.”

“Promise…”

Repeating the word promise over and over, Amal’s body shivered.

“Promise. Andy-sama, please don’t leave us.”

tln : amal preggo??????? :O