Lathel and Akna

Melyne had to wait for Amleth to enjoy the remaining saliva on the rim of the glass.

After that, she lay down on the spot where Lathel had sat, her arms folded across her chest, while muttering: "Ah! This place also smells of Lathel; no, my body also smells of him."

"Lathel hugged me just now… Aww… I don't want to shower anymore; I'll keep this scent forever."

"I feel like Lathel has come closer to me, hehehe… Lathel… Lathel…"

Amleth rolled on the large sofa where Lathel had been sitting while making strange moaning sounds.

"Master…" Melyne's face did not carry any emotion, she looked at Amleth and spoke: "I feel that there is something very strange about Young Master's actions."

Amleth suddenly stopped what she was doing and sighed: "I'm not stupid enough to not realise that, but... I don't care."

"As long as he pays attention to me, cares about me, and accepts to get closer to me, then I don't care about his goals."