Chapter 80 - 79

"Phonia!"

Opening the front door and stepping inside felt like a dad coming home with fried chicken.

Really, it had been a long time since I’d returned, too.

"Messiah?"

Heartbreakingly, Phonia was sitting blankly on the sofa.

Sophie hadn’t come home yet.

To be home alone like this, in a house without her older sister or me.

I ran and hugged her tightly.

"...Why didn’t you turn on the heater, Phonia?"

"...It wasn’t that cold. Messiah. I’m okay."

Phonia patted my back with her good hand.

Even though she must have been lonelier.

A gentle voice reached my ear.

Even though she was uncomfortable and not clean.

It was an appealing tone that let you know she was a good person.

When I raised my head, Phonia was smiling softly.

"...A girl’s body needs to be warm. Phonia. Always stay warm from now on. Got it?"

"Yes, Messiah."

I turned the boiler up as high as it would go and returned to the sofa.

I was so overwhelmed since it had been almost a week since I’d seen her.

I hugged Phonia as tightly as I could.

Mostly, she just accepted my embrace like a doll.

But I think she was happy too.

"Phonia, didn’t you miss me?"

"I really missed you."

That was what I wanted to hear.

I felt like I was going to cry, so I buried my nose in Phonia’s neck.

It didn’t smell particularly fragrant, but I still liked the soft scent of her skin.

"Phonia, you’re my comfort doll."

"I’m so happy if Messiah thinks of me that way!"

Hahaha.

We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

After sharing some recent news, I leaned against Phonia and turned on my phone.

[622pt generated from Sierra Solers.]

[781pt generated from Sierra Solers.]

[870pt generated from Sierra Solers.]

[Available Points: 28,920pt]

Thanks to the points I collected from Sierra, I achieved my goal.

[Grow Forth Hand: 25,000pt]

With this, I can heal Phonia’s hand.

"Phonia, how much did you miss me?"

"I only thought about Messiah every day."

How can she only say things that move my heart?

"Really?"

"At the Academy, at home, awake, and before bed."

"Thank you."

I lightly kissed Phonia on the cheek.

And then I surprised myself.

Wasn’t this the first kiss I’d given Phonia?

Phonia was also surprised, and she put her hand where my lips had touched.

"You’re not... feeling bad, are you?"

"I’m happy!"

I lay down, using her thigh as a pillow.

I couldn’t see her face because Phonia’s bulging chest was blocking my view.

Still, the soft texture of her thighs felt good.

The living room lights were off, but the soft moonlight streamed in through the open window.

[92pt generated from Phonia Hazelnut.]

[78pt generated from Phonia Hazelnut.]

No one said anything, but I laughed.

Is there anyone who knows better than I do that Phonia is feeling happy?

The points I get from her are small, but precious to me.

Much more than what I get from having sex with the other heroines.

[Phonia Hazelnut]

[Trait: Fanatic]

[Personality: Gentle on the Outside, Strong on the Inside, Secret]

[Favorability: 63/100]

[The appropriate Favorability Max is 100.]

Hmm, I’ve never seen the "Secret" personality before.

I was puzzled, but Phonia doesn’t really talk about her inner thoughts.

It didn’t feel like a bad or tense element.

Her Favorability has risen somewhat, but it’s still safe.

...I was a little worried.

Will there come a time when I have to say something bad to Phonia?

No. I just have to not have sex.

The pleasure of sex is the cause of breaking the heroines.

I can love her platonically forever.

I will never have to curse at her.

I thought as I gently stroked Phonia’s thighs.

Even touching her like this doesn’t sexually arouse me at all.

It’s not impossible.

"Phonia, should I wash your hair?"

If I heal her hand, I’ll have to wash her hair less often.

Phonia’s hair was a little sticky with grease.

When I smelled it, Phonia laughed as if she was embarrassed.

"Messiah... I’m ashamed..."

"Oh, Phonia, you can make expressions like that?"

Until now, Phonia had been, well, like a dreamer.

It felt like her mind was somewhere else.

I’ve never done it, but even if I fondled Phonia’s chest, she wouldn’t care.

Even when I gave her a handjob, she just accepted it, thinking she was happy to serve God.

Is this an expression that came about as her Favorability increased?

Anyway, that shy expression was cute too.

The smell was a little strong, though.

"Come on, let’s go. Phonia. I’ll wash it for you."

I went to the sink and adjusted the hot water on the showerhead.

"Is the temperature okay, Phonia?"

I started wetting her abundant hair with the showerhead.

It wasn’t the first time, but Phonia really has a lot of hair.

Since she can’t properly manage it, it looks even messier.

"Feels good, doesn’t it? Phonia?"

"...Yes, Messiah. It’s warm... and feels good..."

I laughed at her mumbled pronunciation because she was bending over.

"Phonia, your voice sounds stupid."

I rinsed out the shampoo and even used conditioner.

I handed her a towel to dry off the water and went to the hair dryer.

"Come here, Phonia. Let’s dry your hair."

Tak tak, I patted my knee, and she slowly approached.

She sat next to me, so I patted my knee again.

"Sit here. Phonia."

"....."

Phonia seemed to hesitate for a moment, then sat on my lap.

She wasn’t very light, but the moderately heavy feeling wasn’t bad.

I impulsively wanted to touch her chest.

Touching breasts from behind is my favorite position.

But if I do it little by little like this, I’ll cross the line, right?

Wuuuuuung-

It took quite a while to dry because she had so much hair.

"Messiah, I’ll do it..."

"No, Phonia. Stay still. I’ll do it for you."

Ah, this pure moment between lovers.

How long had I waited for this?

Honestly, it was fun to shoot my built-up semen into Sierra’s body.

But that’s not love, it’s excretion.

Filling Sierra’s womb until my balls are empty.

I don’t feel like doing that with Phonia.

I’ll always have this pure love with Phonia.

I was numb from strong stimulation, but being with Phonia made me subtly happy.

This is true love.