Chapter 13: Physical Examination

When we get to a separate private room, Adele sits me on the bed.
Then, he pulls on his tie a little wildly and looks at me while taking off his shirt.
"Where? Where are the scratches?"

Fascinated by Adele's supple half-body’s sudden appearance, I didn't know what he was talking about for a moment. When I came to I hurry to pull the left sleeve of my uniform up to my elbow and point to the bottom inside of my arm.

A small area where the skin was pulling is visible depending on the angle of light.
"Here. When I was seven, I was playing in front of the fireplace and fell close by. I was able to stop myself with my hands, but I still got burned with sparks."
Adele takes my wrist, looks at it, and follows it with his fingertips.
Then he bends over and puts his lips on the scar.

"Hey !?"
After he pulls my arm in a hurry, Adele calmly urges, "What else?"

"Oh, oh, there's nothing else … "
"Don't lie. It sounds like there’s a lot of them."

I replied in a soft voice.
"Oh, on the left side of my abdomen … When I was nine, I fell from a tree and the tip of a branch stabbed me. It's faded but there are still scratches."
"Take your clothes off."
Adele raises his chin a little and urges me. I sigh, taking off my uniform jacket, and untying the ribbon on my bodice. My body has been seen many times, but it's embarrassing to take off my clothes while being observed.
Adele unhook the skirt for me, so I took off my uniform skirt and petticoat inside, and I was just in a chemise. I closed my thighs and pulled up my chemise ... I showed my stomach.

"Do you understand, here?"
Adele kneels beside the bed and looks at my stomach.
"Look, there. There's a little red line left, right? That's--"
"Where at? Show me well."
Adele, with a natural look, laid me on my back on the bed and flipped the chemise all the way up.
"No, hey …”
Protesting in a hurry, a strange voice leaks from my open mouth.
I feel Adele’s tongue trace the red scar next to my navel.

"W, what are you …!"
Ignoring my words, Adele slips the rest off my shoulders … and lowers it.
With my chest exposed, he lowers my chemise from my stomach to my feet and pulls it out.

(this gets weird, I don’t blame you if you skip)
"Which one? Right foot ... little toe?"
Adele's five fingers were each between the five toes of my right foot, and ... Adele put the little toe of my right foot in his mouth!

"What, what ..."
Adele's tongue on my foot, little toe … foot …
"Fuh ..."
The moment I tried to pull my leg, the sweetness that was numbing from the tip sprang up, and a strange voice came out.

"Stop it, it's dirty …”
I try to speak in a quivering voice, Adele looks at me with a stern.

"Did you hear me before? I want to eat something sweeter."
Adele sucks my toe. Making noise and sucking, then tracing the tips with his tongue.
"Hmm ..."
I'm about to cry. It may have been strange for me to feel so comfortable with this.
Realizing that I was lying naked on the bed with my toes being sucked by Adele.
The room is still bright and the long evening sun shines through the windows, illuminating my body at my toes.

"Wait a minute … no …”
Adele licks my toes gently enough that they heat up, like a really sweet candy, and then his tongue moves upwards.
From my ankles and calves to my knees, thighs, hips, and from the side to the tip of my chest.
Carefully and politely, licking.

"Hmm ... mmm ..."
I make a lewd voice and my body sways.
The nub on my right side is traced by Adele's tongue in a fine circle.

That alone makes my place harder.
"Your body isn't full of scratches at all."
Adele puts his lips on the tip and rolls it in his mouth, then releases and looks at me.
I was embarrassed and desperately about to cry.
"No, it's really scarred …”
Don't be so kind.
I'm used to getting scratches. A lot of the smaller scratches are to prepare for the bigger scratches someday. So don't treat it like it’s something important.
If you do that …

I’ll end up scared to get hurt.

"Are you still saying that ..."
Adele looks down, lightly messing with my chest with one hand, and grins as if he had come up with something.
Huh. That smile, I recognize it ... when he would come up with a prank …?

"Sure, there are scratches here."
Afterward, Adele grabs my ankles with both hands and opens my legs wide without warning.

"Huh!!??"
In the room where the brightness still remains, my legs are wide open, and a loud voice from shock comes out of me.
"Bad, stupid! Stop it, let it go! Stupid Adele!! Pervert!!!"

"See, the scratches here."
Smiling, he traces my … most embarrassing part up and down with his fingers.

"That's not a scratch!... stupid, stupid, stupid ... huh ..."
A thrilling stimulus reaches my head from my spine, and I make an upset voice.

"Is that so? It's beautiful, but … there are scratches here …”
Adele looks at my expression and grins to hold back the fun.
One finger was buried in me.
"I'll slowly examine … this wound."
Adele's finger bends inside.

"Hey !?"
My hips buck.
"Stop, Adele …? There are no scratches …”
Adel grins up at me as I held my tongue.
"Don't hold back. We have plenty of time …”
He says.

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