Saint's Prison - Chapter 92

Idle Talk: Amalthea

Amal’s PoV

A story from Amal’s perspective.

The darkness receded, and the room was dyed a blurry pale blue.

The morning sun would not show its face just yet, but there was enough light to survey the room.

It was about time to get up.

I understood that in my head, but it was hard to leave.

I rubbed my cheek against Andy-sama’s thick chest, wistfully wishing that my scent would cling to him for life.

Perhaps then, this shameful possessiveness would be satisfied.

I chuckled at the thought.

This intense possessiveness would never disappear.

As long as I am myself, this flame will continue to smolder and scorch my heart.

I adore Andy-sama to such an extent.

I love him, love him, love him so much that it’s beyond my control.

――Since meeting Andy-sama, I have come to know love.

It’s an irresistibly sweet sentiment.

Love must surely mean to continue harboring this feeling.

I peeked out from the blanket.

Andy-sama was still not awake.

Taking great care not to rouse him, I sucked on his slightly parched lips. I ran my tongue over them, trying to moisten them.

Andy-sama grunted softly in his sleep and furrowed his brows.

(…Ah, Andy-sama)

What a wonderful expression.

Even though he’s always so gallant, his sleeping face is somewhat childlike.

I was aware of my cheeks softening.

Resting my head on the pillow, I watched Andy-sama’s face intently.

His features, rare in these parts, are not deeply carved.

His manly brows, his straight nose.

He’s still so handsome, it’s mesmerizing.

Due to his lack of grooming so early in the morning, I could see Andy-sama’s beard, which had grown out a bit.

He is meticulous about shaving every day, so the only chance to see him like this is in the early morning.

I decided in my heart that later, I would rub my cheeks against his and savor the bristly sensation to my heart’s content.

His face was completely relaxed, defenseless.

He trusts me that much. It fills me with pride.

(…Ehehe, waking up early was worth it.)

I’ve been waking up early every day just to see this expression.

I love burying my face in Andy-sama’s chest, but watching his sleeping face is also irresistible.

(Ah, Andy-sama. Amal loves you so much.)

The first thing I see when I wake up is Andy-sama, and when I fall asleep, it’s Andy-sama who tenderly holds and envelops me.

How precious that is, probably only I can understand.

And that’s fine.

That’s just how it should be.

Because I have no intention of ever yielding this position to anyone else… never, to anyone. Andy-sama is my light, eternally and only mine.

I placed my lips on Andy-sama’s again. This will keep your body warm. I suck Andy-sama’s lips and insert his tongue.

Andy-sama’s saliva tasted a little bitter, probably because he was sleeping.

“Hmm… Mugh, Mugh, Ah, Afmaru!?”

As expected, I woke him up.

Although i regrets it a little, i continues to suck his mouth.

Andy-sama let me do whatever I wanted, as if he had given up. happy. I entwine my tongue even more violently and suck Andy-sama’s saliva.

After dozens of seconds, when I parted our lips, Andy-sama gently tapped my head with his knuckle.

“Really… Amal, you come up with the most startling ways to wake someone up.”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Apologizing with such a big smile on your face… Besides, you don’t really think you did anything wrong, do you?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Haah, and right after saying that, this is what happens…”

Andy-sama furrowed his brows in a troubled manner and gave a wry smile.

Shifting his position to lie on his side, he made an elbow rest for himself.

With that movement, the blanket slid down, revealing his sturdy chest and abdominal muscles.

His body, honed without excess and supple in its beauty, was so masculine. It was mesmerizing, and my eyes were fixated.

“What are you looking at?”

Being asked that, I felt my cheeks heat up. I’d been ogling him. I chided myself for being so rude.

“…Amal, you’re strange in some ways. Besides, you see me without clothes every night, aren’t you used to it yet?”

“Ugh, it’s not my fault that Andy-sama is too charming!”

“Haah, so it’s my fault now?”

In an exasperated voice. Amal, you’re such a hopeless girl, his gaze seemed to say. I’m not hopeless. I puffed out my cheeks in protest.

“Oh, here comes the Amal the squirrel.”

He playfully kneaded my puffed-out cheeks with both hands.

“I am not a squirrel!”

“Is that so? Well, it’s fine, isn’t it, squirrel? I think it’s cute.”

“…If that’s the case, then being a squirrel is fine.”

I think Andy-sama is cunning.

He easily captures my heart.

But… if he were to do such things with another woman, what would I do?

Though my concern is primarily with the other woman.

As if to sweep away the thoughts sinking into darkness, Andy-sama stroked my head.

Fufu, it feels nice.

I want him to keep doing this forever.

“Ah, that’s right, I forgot to say…”

After a pause, he pulled me in tightly and embraced me. Our skins touched directly. Both body and soul felt warm.

Andy-sama placed his hand on my cheek and smiled like the sun in a cozy nook.

“―Good morning, Amal.”

Ah.

Andy-sama.

Every time you direct that smile at me, I truly feel happy. By your side, the world looks wonderful. I even find the past days endearing. It’s a blessing you’ve given me. My very own agape.

For you, I will pray and sing of hope.

You are my joy, my love, my happiness… my everything.

―In my heart, that blue flower is still blooming.

This is roughly what goes on in Amal’s mind.