They put on their clothes properly, then Byron helped Strawberry wash the dishes and re-organize the kitchen.
They left shortly afterwards.
Like you might have guessed, they were still lovey-dovey with each other on their way toward the room.
"Why are we going back to that room?" asked Byron as they approached the familiar door.
He had subconsciously walked alongside Strawberry without even paying much attention to his surroundings.
Now that he thought about it, wasn’t there any other room in this castle?
He understood it was for cooking and dining, but how could it have one room?
It’s not that he had sothing against the previous room. It’s that he suspected the room would be stinking and uncomfortable to sleep in after all those splashes Keza and Hippolyta did in it.
"Don’t worry!" said Strawberry with a proud smile. "I’ve cleaned and re-organized it."
"Oh! Great!" exclaid Byron.
They continued walking.
"Can I ask you sothing?" said Strawberry as she reached the door and pushed it open.
Byron nodded his head. "Yeah! You can ask."
"Do you rember my na?"
"What do you an?" asked Byron, confused. Did she have a na? She told him she didn’t. Was she referring to the one he gave her then?
Probably.
Strawberry followed him inside the room, closed and locked the door behind her.
"You really don’t rember my na?" she repeated, looking sad.
"Do you an Strawberry?"
She nodded her head.
Byron burst out laughing.
"Haha! Why would you ask sothing like that? Of course I rember it."
He pinched her on the cheek like you do to a baby as he added, "I gave it to you, dummy! Rember?"
He was pinching her playfully expecting her to laugh or at least smile, but she remained indifferent.
Instead, she walked toward the windows and closed the curtains.
Byron followed her. "Hey! What’s wrong?" He was trying to hug her from behind as he said this.
She shook him off and walked to the bed, climbed in and covered herself with the sheets.
’What’s wrong with her?’ thought Byron, unable to comprehend what was going on.
Why was she acting like an angry wife?
Byron climbed onto the bed too. He then tried to cuddle her. She shook him off.
"What’s wrong?" he asked, trying to kiss her on the nape of her neck.
She shook him off again, this ti saying, "Don’t touch !"
’What on earth is going on?’
Byron couldn’t tell if she was being serious, or if she was pranking him.
It wasn’t a prank though. Why would she do that? What would she earn from pretending to be angry?
This forced Byron to try and reflect on the past few monts, looking for what he must have done wrong.
’I didn’t do anything wrong!’ he internally said to himself after recalling all his mories again and again.
"Hey!" He tried to nuzzle her again.
"I said don’t touch !" she yelled at him.
If she was pretending, she was good at it. How could she act so indifferent, angry to the extent she even yelled at him? Byron couldn’t comprehend the logic behind it.
What did she plan to achieve by that?
Was she relapsing about breaking her chastity oath and feeling guilty?
Definitely not that. If it was, she wouldn’t have climbed in bed with him.
Byron decided to try asking her one more ti. If she remained hostile, then he would have no choice but to let her be.
After all, if she didn’t want to talk to him, there was nothing he could do about it.
"Strawberry, what’s wrong?"
This ti, as soon as she heard his voice, she turned around and started punching him on the chest.
"Look at how long it took you to call by my na?" she said, crying.
Literally crying!
And the tears coming!
’O Lord! So, it’s about naming her and not calling her by that na, not even once?’
He burst out laughing, grabbing her hand to restrict her from punching him.
"Sorry, Strawberry!"
She pouted her lips.
"Don’t bribe ," she said, still struggling to free her arms from him so she could punch him again.
Byron pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "You know you’re my one and only Strawberry. In my mind, I didn’t stop thinking about you as such. My mind must have refrained from calling your na out loud to avoid exposing our secret."
This ti, she stopped struggling, but she still looked at him in a hostile way.
Seeing those ripe cherries of hers pouting was tempting. Byron planted a kiss on them.
"That’s my paynt!" he said.
"It’s not enough!" she replied.
Byron started kissing her continuously.
This move finally made a crack in her indifference and she started laughing.
"Alright stop! That’s enough!"
"No! You said it wasn’t enough! Let make it enough," Byron said, still showering her with kisses.
The sour mood that had been hanging above them shifted to playful, joyous one and started chatting like before and fell asleep cuddling each other.
When they woke up, Strawberry said she wanted to get a blowjob.
Byron allowed it.
Then she drank his cum and they fucked for three rounds in which she orgasd more than five tis.
When they were cuddling each other again, both gasping for air and happy, the bell rang.
Strawberry jumped to her feet. "They’re finished praying. I must go clean myself before they co!"
She left the room running before Byron could ask anything.
He decided to follow. It’s not like he didn’t need to clean himself too.
The sweat from the vigorous fucking was disturbing him. A bath would refresh his nerves.
She was so far away but he could see all the turns she was taking. It seed like she was going into the kitchen.
However, when he reached the kitchen, she was nowhere to be seen.
He found a trail of droplets of water on the floor though.
’She must have co to take hot water!’ he thought.
These girls continued to prove ti and ti again that they were geniuses.
They had ovens with heat set so low that the food inside could spend days in still hot and not burnt, a larger covered basin built over an opening that had fire in it to keep heating the water so they would always have hot water and so many other incredible things.
All they had to do was co and check the fires every few hours.
Byron, being from the modern era where there were lots and lots of gadgets to help make life easy, he always assud life for ancient people was so difficult.
Now, though, he could tell that he had been wrong.
Byron followed the trail made by droplets of water, took a turn right and another left and another and another...
’This castle is so fucking huge!’ thought Byron, wondering how long it will take him to reach the final destination.
That took a few more turns.
Looking at Strawberry who was soaked entirely, frantically rubbing her body as if she was racing with ti...
Byron’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.
Just with her, he had created more mories than he had with his girlfriend back in the modern era.
In fact, the only mory of her he never forgot was the one of that night she called him so they could lose their virginities, only for him to get paralyzed from the accident.
But with Strawberry, he could list an entire diary.
Walking arm-in-arm or hand-in-hand being lovey-dovey with each other, sharing food, fucking unexpectedly, quarrelling...
’Let create more!’
With this thought, Byron approached her slowly and then suddenly hugged her from behind.
"O, Goddess!" she shouted, frightened beyond comprehension. "Don’t do that again! I thought it was a ghost!"
Byron just laughed. "I ghost in broad daylight?"
"It’s evening! That’s when ghosts start waking up!"
Byron wanted to tell her that he wasn’t superstitious, but, rembering his current circumstances, he laughed at himself.
He was literally in a mythical world, created by a goddess. How then would he say he didn’t believe in superstition?
’I guess that flex ended with the modern era!’
He let go of her and started bathing himself.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Sa as you’re doing! What else?"
"I an, what are you doing here? You want punished? They are probably going to be here soon."
"Just bathe as fast as you can and put on your clothes," said Byron. "They will think you’re here to assist . Isn’t that why they left you with ?"
Strawberry nodded her head. "That’s actually a true!" she said.
Unbeknownst to them, sothing dramatic was going on at the Central Castle.
Otrera had arrived with her army just as Hippolyta and the girls were wrapping up the prayers.
Now they were trapped inside the Central Castle without any weapons should they need them.
Though the mother and daughter weren’t on good terms, it wasn’t to the extent that they could fight.
However, for a dick, a rare instrunt that only Byron had, who was to say a battle to own it wasn’t likely to happen?
After all, the reason they couldn’t fight before was because they didn’t have anything to fight for.
Now there was. A very reasonable reason at that.
"Where’s he?" asked the Mother.
"Who?" replied the Daughter.
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