"U-uh…" Medusa said shyly, tossing the dirty shirt aside and removing her fingers from her clit. "Welcome home, darling… I'm sorry for the mess."
"It's better than destroying the house," Azel replied with a smile.
At least clothes could be arranged without much stress but house repairs cost money and who knows when he needed a fortune?
He was about to tease her more when she noticed the white bandage wrapped around his head.
"Master, are you hurt?" Medusa asked with her eyes widening as she stepped closer.
Her fingers brushed over the bandage gently, though she couldn't feel any wound there… She was worried.
"It's nothing," Azel said, waving it off. "Just got in a little fight, that's all."
She sighed in relief.
'I'll ask Master who fought with him later.' She thought, right now… she wanted to be embraced by him, she was in the mood.
"Um… Medusa," Azel said, his eyes flicking downward, "you know you're not wearing any clothes down there so it's showing."
