Never Got To Graduate

Ten minutes passed.

Inside Emilia's office.

Lith's torture session was over. He was now sitting in front of the sofa, cross-legged on the ground. There was a pair of long, smooth, and soft legs wrapped around his waist.

These belonged to Lith's wife, Emilia, who was sitting on the sofa, just behind him, and was massaging his head.

While moving her fingers gently on Lith's head, Emilia asked, with a gentle expression, "Did I take things too far?" 

She was now starting to regret torturing her husband so cruelly. She shouldn't have fed him the garlic bread, she thought.

Lith, who had his eyes closed and was enjoying himself get squished by his wife's thick legs while getting a head massage, laid back on Emilia's lap and looking her in the eyes, said with a smile,

"Yes. Now please take responsibility by giving me a kiss."