Chapter 164: I'm sorry

Samira's footsteps echoed as she entered the inn where they were staying. The first thing she did? Climb the stairs and take a shower.

A lot had happened, and her emotions were complicated now... A lot... had somehow returned to her.

Despite clearly being frustrated with the previous incident, at least now her name was cleared in the city... And that was really great.

Was her life okay? Who knows? She wasn't sure if she could still say that. An important question continued to linger in her thoughts...

Her husband.

Yes, the man she fell in love with and now... loves... No, she wasn't worried at all about Rogue wanting to meet him; that didn't really matter. It wasn't as if she could choose which woman her husband would get close to. She had already accepted that he wasn't a one-woman man, but rather the only man for a woman.

"Ah... Sometimes I wish all of that... didn't..." She stopped. Now... Samira had so many things on her mind that even an attempt at self-awareness... could destroy her.

For her, everything was so... different.

The world around her was unrecognizable, transformed by a single man who challenged her understanding of herself.

Samira wondered where she had lost herself, questioning the essence of her own identity.

Where was the Samira Blaze she knew, and what was left of her after so many changes?

She didn't know.

All she had now was the certainty that... She was no longer just the Adventurer... She realized this when she talked to Rogue...

The sense of responsibility for her husband outweighed her own conscience... And that was... frightening...

So much that...

"You arrived..." The man's voice interrupted her thoughts. She just looked at the door and saw him there... Waiting for her, with a concerned look...

"You're hurt." He said, looking at some scratches on her body. She didn't even feel pain, but... the injuries were undeniable.

However, despite looking bad, he simply approached her calmly, took her hand, and looked at the scratches, partially her skin was cut, and some parts of her clothing were completely dirty and torn from something...

"It doesn't hurt." She said, trying to maintain her strong and imposing stance in front of him... but her height no longer conveyed any presence...

Strax was already taller than her.

In his presence, her attempt at firmness seemed fragile, very fragile.

The fact that he was taller than her only accentuated the sense of vulnerability that now pervaded her being.

"Come on, they're already asleep. I prepared a bath for you." He said, smiling gently while holding her hand.

He might seem robust, but... He was a complete gentleman when it came to his wives.

"Good job," he said, sounding even cute.

As the atmosphere became more relaxed, Strax slid his hand along Samira's body, his touch gentle and calm, without malice.

He began to carefully explore the surface of her worn clothing, running his fingers over the visible marks and scratches. His approach was delicate, with no ill intentions.

As his hands explored her curves, Strax couldn't help but notice the state of her clothes, which were marked and torn much more than he had initially observed...

His touches started to focus more on the areas where the wear was most evident, including what was left of the top of her clothing. He touched with a softness meant to soothe, rather than just explore.

"Mmm..." Samira let out a small moan as she felt his hands on her weak points... 'Damn...'

He smiled slightly seeing the mischievous grin on her face and looked at one of his favorite parts of her body.

Samira's breasts.

Pressed and mistreated by the tight clothing, they seemed eager for relief.

He calmly moved his hand to the center of her breasts, moving up to the buttons of her shirt. With each button that came undone, the piece of clothing moved away, revealing more of Samira's bare, warm skin. Strax continued to open the shirt with a gentle touch, allowing the tension and tightness to begin to disappear.

Finally, revealing that beautiful pair of breasts, covered by a tight black lingerie, a floral bra that almost seemed to say, 'Let me out of here!'

He smiled at her, who, well... felt a little embarrassed but allowed him to continue with her consent.

Strax, with a careful and deliberate touch, moved his hands toward the clasp of the bra. His fingers, nimble and gentle, found the clasp and opened it with a smooth motion.

As the clasp came undone, the pressure on Samira's breasts lessened, and the lingerie slid down, revealing her bare, sensitive skin.

With the bra now loose, Samira's breasts, finally free from the tightness, fell naturally and gracefully. The immediate relief was palpable, and the surrounding environment seemed to breathe along with her, reflecting the tranquility that followed the gesture.

"Beautiful as always," Strax commented, his gaze filled with admiration that made Samira blush even more.

Her embarrassment was visible: 'So cute...'

"But that's not all." Strax continued, carefully sliding his hand over Samira's stomach. His fingers felt the soft texture and sensitivity of her skin, finding the edge of the pants she was wearing. He slowly pulled them down, his hand exploring the well-defined muscles and the warmth emanating from her body.

"Hmm..." Samira moaned softly, Strax's touch eliciting a natural response from her skin. Her firm and defined muscles were also welcoming, creating a sense of comfort under his caress.

"You're going to take a bath... you need to take everything off," Strax said, with a tone of gentle authority. He pulled Samira's pants down, revealing the panties that matched the floral pattern of the bra.

He gestured for her to lift one foot so he could remove one side of the pants, followed by the other, leaving her in just her panties...

"..." Samira was embarrassed... every time she showed herself felt like the first time, each time unique and in a place she never imagined...

Strax approached her with a gentle look, softening the atmosphere around them. With comforting delicacy, he kissed her softly. The kiss, light and careful, conveyed a sense of affection and understanding. At the same time, his hand descended carefully over Samira's stomach, his touch providing subtle relief as he explored the area around her groin.

He descended to a spot... really moist.