>>5699645The blaring sunlight of the late morning wakes him up. He acquired more than a few kiss marks that night. At least he gave her more in total.
Warin already got him a breakfast — a packet of duck rice resting on her table. After a shower and a meal, he asks her about the flight.
“Probably in the afternoon. We still have to wash and dry all those clothes. And the mattress. And the pillows.”
ah. right.The logistics of sex is (perhaps unsurprisingly) hard, even without the matter of venereal diseases or pregnancy.
Cleaning, carrying, drying, and beating all those textiles is rather exhausting. At least he had her help when changing bedsheets and refitting the pillows. Doing this alone must be miserable.
After a couple cups of tea and snacks, the two are ready to explore the forest and waterfall behind the brothel.
Regret. Sadness. Joy. Love. Such emotions linger in his mind as they trek across the forest. He has quite the bittersweet history with this place.
His mind sharpens as the rushing water becomes more audible. Those spirits, those thoughts… it will always be a part of him, but he can handle it now.
