Alright!
Darryl loosened his arms and smirked to himself at her urgent expression.
Goliry scrambled to get off Darryl's back. However, in her haste, her right leg caught against a nearby vine, causing her to lose her balance and slip.
Goliry's right hand remained on Darryl's shoulder, dragging him down with her as she fell.
Thump!
Coincidentally enough, Darryl fell headfirst against Goliry's body, leaving their faces barely an inch apart from each other.
Whew!
Darryl's mind went blank as the sensation of Goliry's soft body against his washed over him.
At the same time, he could not help but look up and down at Goliry in admiration.
What a beauty!
It could not be denied that Goliry was not only stunning, but her body was also flawless.
Goliry was also taken aback, staring at Darryl in a daze, unable to speak.
They were both tightly pressed together at the same time. The air became more tense by the second.
"You—"
Finally, Goliry snapped back into her senses a few seconds later as she shouted in indignance and embarrassment. "I'll dig your eyes out if you keep looking at me! Get off me."
Goliry's face was flushed crimson with rage and embarrassment as she spoke the words.
Goliry, the Saint of the Red Shirt Crusade, wanted to curl up into a ball at the thought of being taken advantage of by Darryl on multiple occasions.
Darryl huffed in exasperation and amusement at her outburst. "You appear to have forgotten that it was you, my dear spirit, who lost your balance and dragged me down with you. How is it my fault now?"
That woman was far too much, still not holding back even after what had happened in the cave.
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