The next thing Aaron brought out was a wooden cup with a small bird carved into it. The cup was thick, and the hollow inside was shallow, so it didn’t seem like it would hold much. Nevertheless, it was so pretty and nice that Leila felt an urgent need to express her gratitude.
She should have brought some candy.
She should have taken the cookies from Penny. No, no. She needs to practice baking better cookies.
Leila rushed to him in a rush of joy and kissed him endlessly on the face that had fallen over in surprise. Aaron, who pretended to push her away, saying it tickled, laughed for a long time, and then at one point, he swallowed her lips, bit them open, and thrust his tongue in to counterattack.
'Oh, you're so strong.'
When she came to, Leila was once again under Aaron. Aaron was not such a sloppy person. He had put on some weight since they first met and was now a presentable figure—Leila believed it was thanks to her ardent food offerings—but he was still a long way from looking like her father, Uncle Walter, or the town’s upstanding young men.
But when Aaron grabbed her wrist like this, it wasn't so hard to break free; she was so immobile that it looked like she was just being held there stupidly.
“Aaron, it hurts!”
“Sorry, I squeezed it gently. Did it hurt?”
With a truly apologetic face, Aaron let go of her hand and lightly pressed his lips to her wrist. Leila didn't miss that moment and gently rubbed Aaron's stomach, causing him to flinch as if he had been burned by fire.
“Oh, really...”
“Aaron, what’s really strange is, why is your stomach so hard even though you don’t exercise?”
“Let’s not touch me so carelessly. Humanly speaking. That’s too much for me. And I do a lot of things when Leila isn’t looking.”
“What are you doing?”
Leila, who had rolled halfway across the hard floor of the tent, slapped the spot next to her. Aaron tidied up his disheveled clothes and lay down on his stomach next to her.
"Secret."
“All day long, I play around and throw watermelons.”
When Leila lifted her chin and snorted in amusement, Aaron confessed as if he had lost.
“I have to learn the job. If I want to live in Casnier for a long time.”
"For a long time."
Aaron nodded with a faint smile.
“Would you like me to put my arm around your neck?”
“Don’t you want to go home?”
Aaron, who had been stretching his arms, quietly looked at Leila's face as she asked without showing any particular signs of melancholy. Leila smiled slightly and quickly put her arm around his arm and lay down.
“Eastern Rocks? A guy who had been to Dublin came back a while ago, so I met him. He said that Eastern Rocks is a really nice place. Poor people can’t even go there. It’s murderous.”
“The prices, you know.”
“Aaron, don’t you want to go back?”
“To a place where prices are murderous?”
Aaron let out a small laugh and brushed back Leila's flowing brown hair.
“I’m not going because there are no pretty girls. What fun would there be in going?”
“City girls are pretty. They wear pretty hats, scarves, and shiny shoes.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen a pretty girl in all the time I’ve lived there. I just saw her for the first time since I came here.”
Eastern Rocks is a city within a city where the rich decorate themselves with all sorts of things and show off. He grew up there for 16 years. A place where people risk their lives for the value of money, and where there are only smiling masks that hide their sinister intentions. For Aaron, it was a hometown without any emotions.
“I don’t think there will be any in the future either.”
His heart was filled with love, and he couldn't bear not to touch her. At first, because she was younger than he, then because she was a Ramrock, and then because he felt like he was betraying her innocence. He tried to push Leila away for all sorts of reasons, but now he accepted it.
He can't stand the cheerfulness of this woman, to the point where he doesn't want to touch her. The woman who instantly filled the void that was not filled with anything with her unadorned smile will be the best memory he can have in his life. It is more valuable than simple affection. The hands, chin, lips, nose, eyes... that add new hope to his life.
“Are you going to leave someday?”
It felt like the back of his head had been kicked by a hoof. For a moment, he was taken aback, but he soon pretended to be calm and asked back.
“Leila, that is.”
But his voice was a little hushed. Leila whispered in a slightly smaller voice.
“I hope it’s not this year.”
“...”
“I hope it’s not next year either.”
“...”
“The year after.”
Aaron didn't say anything. He knew that his words of comfort would end up being a deception. But he didn't want to see Leila's face darkening, so he answered with a light joke.
“Even in 10 years?”
Leila smiled thinly and nodded.
“Even after 100 years.”
“I would have died then.”
“Do you know? You might be able to live to be 125 years old.”
“Twice the average lifespan? My heart is pounding every day like this, and I’m already worried that I might get sick. No matter how much I think about it, twice is too much.”
Naive and sassy, Leila was much more mature than Aaron thought. At least she wasn't a country girl with no sense of reality. He knew that it would be difficult for her and him, as a Dubliner, to be tied down by any particular traditional constraints. For him, it didn't matter what happened in the future. If Leila left him one day, he wouldn't regret it even if he died. But she wasn't.
“Tch, look at your beating around the bush. It’s too much for you to avoid the question like that when you know what answer I want.”
“Leila, who says such hurtful things because she wants to hear the answer she wants.”
“Are you hurt by what I said?”
“...”
“I just.”
“I was hurt a lot, a lot.”
Aaron, who pulled her up with strength in his arms, gently sucked Leila's earlobe with his lips. She twisted her body in ticklishness and hugged him like a squirrel. Aaron grabbed Leila's slender waist, then stroked her thighs and pulled her buttocks close.
“So from now on, if you say something like that, I’ll do whatever I want.”
Leila looked at him with wide eyes and said, "Ah."
“Then I have to do a lot.”
“Don’t do this, Leila...”
Aaron let out a whine and withdrew his grip. He's going to get caught up in this and be tested. Leila went even further and giggled.
“Let’s do again what we couldn’t do last time.”
Aaron groaned, covering his head, before bursting into laughter.
“Later, later. Right now, I’m so happy that I can’t move even if I just hold you...”
Aaron whispered, his lips gently touching hers.
“The problem is that Leila is too pretty.”
“Fuck! That’s the problem with being a bitch!”
Ben is a rough man with a daughter named Leila. Whenever he has concerns about his daughter, he often vents them to his friends in the village while they drink and play cards. Lately, it has gotten worse.
When he opened the book with the usual words, 'How nice it would have been if it had been a son instead of a daughter!', Walter, the general store owner, and Kane, Bree's husband, the milk man, gulped down their glasses with a look on their face like, 'That bastard is doing it again.'
“That damn girl is cheating on me. She’s really cheating on me. Not long ago, that damn girl kept singing all night and I couldn’t sleep. That damn girl was jumping around and wiggling her butt!”
“Then, let’s make them drink a lot of alcohol and make them unable to leave the house for a few days.”
“This bastard!”
“Don’t you know? Leila, you little bitch.”
“Don’t frame me!”
Ben rubbed his sunken forehead and emptied the glass Walter had brought him. Heh. When he trimmed it, a loud laughter erupted, as if it was nothing special. Normally, Ben would have found it amusing and joined in with those foolishly laughing guys, but right now, he really didn’t feel like doing that.
'You guys are like kids who don't know what's going on with others.'
But who can blame him? Kane has only two sons, and Walter has two daughters who were married off and one son who never married. In the end, Ben is the only one who worries about his daughters. It was a difficult composition to empathize with. It’s not a story that can be empathized with either.
But Ben's insides were so bitter that he wanted to tell these crazy middle-aged guys something like this.
“But Walter, is this the new woodwork you brought in? It would be great for my kids to play with knives.”
Kane quickly revealed his greed when he discovered a wooden sculpture that looked like an ornamental dagger hanging on the wall. Walter replied blandly, “Three silver each,” and gave him a pitiful look.
“Who touched that? It rustles like a foreign object.”
“Just forget about it and drink.”
When Walter showed some inexplicable reluctance to talk, Kane made an expression that said, 'Oh, I got it.'
“Who is it?”
“What if you knew? Are you trying to sell it off and make a profit by taking a profit margin?”
“Do you think I would bother to do something like that? Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve seen a glass like this.”
Walter glared at Kane, who was trying to put his empty glass in his pocket, and he hit him on the back of the head. Kane muttered a series of nonsense and placed the well-carved wooden glass he was about to put in his trouser pocket on the table. Ugh. It was likely that he liked the taste of the glass, but in fact, Kane was originally a person who was interested in other people’s things for no reason, so it wasn’t something new.
'This guy, that guy, whatever.'
Ben's hands, which had been quietly filling his glass with a feeling of melancholy for no reason, froze.
“These are the things made by that guy from Dublin.”
Gulp, gulp, gulp. He completely forgot that he was pouring alcohol, and the glass overflowed, causing Kane and Walter to start making a fuss.
“This is a waste!”
“You pay for the drinks!”
Only after Ben was soaked to his knees did he come to his senses and slam down his bottle in a nervous manner. The damned Dubliner was now following him to the bar and trying to stop him from drinking.
'That damn Dublin bastard.'
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She should have brought some candy.
She should have taken the cookies from Penny. No, no. She needs to practice baking better cookies.
Leila rushed to him in a rush of joy and kissed him endlessly on the face that had fallen over in surprise. Aaron, who pretended to push her away, saying it tickled, laughed for a long time, and then at one point, he swallowed her lips, bit them open, and thrust his tongue in to counterattack.
'Oh, you're so strong.'
When she came to, Leila was once again under Aaron. Aaron was not such a sloppy person. He had put on some weight since they first met and was now a presentable figure—Leila believed it was thanks to her ardent food offerings—but he was still a long way from looking like her father, Uncle Walter, or the town’s upstanding young men.
But when Aaron grabbed her wrist like this, it wasn't so hard to break free; she was so immobile that it looked like she was just being held there stupidly.
“Aaron, it hurts!”
“Sorry, I squeezed it gently. Did it hurt?”
With a truly apologetic face, Aaron let go of her hand and lightly pressed his lips to her wrist. Leila didn't miss that moment and gently rubbed Aaron's stomach, causing him to flinch as if he had been burned by fire.
“Oh, really...”
“Aaron, what’s really strange is, why is your stomach so hard even though you don’t exercise?”
“Let’s not touch me so carelessly. Humanly speaking. That’s too much for me. And I do a lot of things when Leila isn’t looking.”
“What are you doing?”
Leila, who had rolled halfway across the hard floor of the tent, slapped the spot next to her. Aaron tidied up his disheveled clothes and lay down on his stomach next to her.
"Secret."
“All day long, I play around and throw watermelons.”
When Leila lifted her chin and snorted in amusement, Aaron confessed as if he had lost.
“I have to learn the job. If I want to live in Casnier for a long time.”
"For a long time."
Aaron nodded with a faint smile.
“Would you like me to put my arm around your neck?”
“Don’t you want to go home?”
Aaron, who had been stretching his arms, quietly looked at Leila's face as she asked without showing any particular signs of melancholy. Leila smiled slightly and quickly put her arm around his arm and lay down.
“Eastern Rocks? A guy who had been to Dublin came back a while ago, so I met him. He said that Eastern Rocks is a really nice place. Poor people can’t even go there. It’s murderous.”
“The prices, you know.”
“Aaron, don’t you want to go back?”
“To a place where prices are murderous?”
Aaron let out a small laugh and brushed back Leila's flowing brown hair.
“I’m not going because there are no pretty girls. What fun would there be in going?”
“City girls are pretty. They wear pretty hats, scarves, and shiny shoes.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen a pretty girl in all the time I’ve lived there. I just saw her for the first time since I came here.”
Eastern Rocks is a city within a city where the rich decorate themselves with all sorts of things and show off. He grew up there for 16 years. A place where people risk their lives for the value of money, and where there are only smiling masks that hide their sinister intentions. For Aaron, it was a hometown without any emotions.
“I don’t think there will be any in the future either.”
His heart was filled with love, and he couldn't bear not to touch her. At first, because she was younger than he, then because she was a Ramrock, and then because he felt like he was betraying her innocence. He tried to push Leila away for all sorts of reasons, but now he accepted it.
He can't stand the cheerfulness of this woman, to the point where he doesn't want to touch her. The woman who instantly filled the void that was not filled with anything with her unadorned smile will be the best memory he can have in his life. It is more valuable than simple affection. The hands, chin, lips, nose, eyes... that add new hope to his life.
“Are you going to leave someday?”
It felt like the back of his head had been kicked by a hoof. For a moment, he was taken aback, but he soon pretended to be calm and asked back.
“Leila, that is.”
But his voice was a little hushed. Leila whispered in a slightly smaller voice.
“I hope it’s not this year.”
“...”
“I hope it’s not next year either.”
“...”
“The year after.”
Aaron didn't say anything. He knew that his words of comfort would end up being a deception. But he didn't want to see Leila's face darkening, so he answered with a light joke.
“Even in 10 years?”
Leila smiled thinly and nodded.
“Even after 100 years.”
“I would have died then.”
“Do you know? You might be able to live to be 125 years old.”
“Twice the average lifespan? My heart is pounding every day like this, and I’m already worried that I might get sick. No matter how much I think about it, twice is too much.”
Naive and sassy, Leila was much more mature than Aaron thought. At least she wasn't a country girl with no sense of reality. He knew that it would be difficult for her and him, as a Dubliner, to be tied down by any particular traditional constraints. For him, it didn't matter what happened in the future. If Leila left him one day, he wouldn't regret it even if he died. But she wasn't.
“Tch, look at your beating around the bush. It’s too much for you to avoid the question like that when you know what answer I want.”
“Leila, who says such hurtful things because she wants to hear the answer she wants.”
“Are you hurt by what I said?”
“...”
“I just.”
“I was hurt a lot, a lot.”
Aaron, who pulled her up with strength in his arms, gently sucked Leila's earlobe with his lips. She twisted her body in ticklishness and hugged him like a squirrel. Aaron grabbed Leila's slender waist, then stroked her thighs and pulled her buttocks close.
“So from now on, if you say something like that, I’ll do whatever I want.”
Leila looked at him with wide eyes and said, "Ah."
“Then I have to do a lot.”
“Don’t do this, Leila...”
Aaron let out a whine and withdrew his grip. He's going to get caught up in this and be tested. Leila went even further and giggled.
“Let’s do again what we couldn’t do last time.”
Aaron groaned, covering his head, before bursting into laughter.
“Later, later. Right now, I’m so happy that I can’t move even if I just hold you...”
Aaron whispered, his lips gently touching hers.
“The problem is that Leila is too pretty.”
***
“Fuck! That’s the problem with being a bitch!”
Ben is a rough man with a daughter named Leila. Whenever he has concerns about his daughter, he often vents them to his friends in the village while they drink and play cards. Lately, it has gotten worse.
When he opened the book with the usual words, 'How nice it would have been if it had been a son instead of a daughter!', Walter, the general store owner, and Kane, Bree's husband, the milk man, gulped down their glasses with a look on their face like, 'That bastard is doing it again.'
“That damn girl is cheating on me. She’s really cheating on me. Not long ago, that damn girl kept singing all night and I couldn’t sleep. That damn girl was jumping around and wiggling her butt!”
“Then, let’s make them drink a lot of alcohol and make them unable to leave the house for a few days.”
“This bastard!”
“Don’t you know? Leila, you little bitch.”
“Don’t frame me!”
Ben rubbed his sunken forehead and emptied the glass Walter had brought him. Heh. When he trimmed it, a loud laughter erupted, as if it was nothing special. Normally, Ben would have found it amusing and joined in with those foolishly laughing guys, but right now, he really didn’t feel like doing that.
'You guys are like kids who don't know what's going on with others.'
But who can blame him? Kane has only two sons, and Walter has two daughters who were married off and one son who never married. In the end, Ben is the only one who worries about his daughters. It was a difficult composition to empathize with. It’s not a story that can be empathized with either.
But Ben's insides were so bitter that he wanted to tell these crazy middle-aged guys something like this.
“But Walter, is this the new woodwork you brought in? It would be great for my kids to play with knives.”
Kane quickly revealed his greed when he discovered a wooden sculpture that looked like an ornamental dagger hanging on the wall. Walter replied blandly, “Three silver each,” and gave him a pitiful look.
“Who touched that? It rustles like a foreign object.”
“Just forget about it and drink.”
When Walter showed some inexplicable reluctance to talk, Kane made an expression that said, 'Oh, I got it.'
“Who is it?”
“What if you knew? Are you trying to sell it off and make a profit by taking a profit margin?”
“Do you think I would bother to do something like that? Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve seen a glass like this.”
Walter glared at Kane, who was trying to put his empty glass in his pocket, and he hit him on the back of the head. Kane muttered a series of nonsense and placed the well-carved wooden glass he was about to put in his trouser pocket on the table. Ugh. It was likely that he liked the taste of the glass, but in fact, Kane was originally a person who was interested in other people’s things for no reason, so it wasn’t something new.
'This guy, that guy, whatever.'
Ben's hands, which had been quietly filling his glass with a feeling of melancholy for no reason, froze.
“These are the things made by that guy from Dublin.”
Gulp, gulp, gulp. He completely forgot that he was pouring alcohol, and the glass overflowed, causing Kane and Walter to start making a fuss.
“This is a waste!”
“You pay for the drinks!”
Only after Ben was soaked to his knees did he come to his senses and slam down his bottle in a nervous manner. The damned Dubliner was now following him to the bar and trying to stop him from drinking.
'That damn Dublin bastard.'
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