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Just then, a stifled sob came from the side.
I turned my head and saw Firefly, who was no longer covering her face with her hands, but her eyes were bloodshot, and crystalline tears were flowing uncontrollably down her fair cheeks, dripping onto the back of her hands folded on her knees, spreading into a small damp patch.
"It's... it's all my fault..." Firefly's voice was thick with nasal sound and sobbing, full of guilt and sorrow, "If it weren't for... if it weren't for back then to protect me... Trailblazer, he... he wouldn't have taken that attack for me... and wouldn't have..."
She choked, unable to continue her words, just sobbing with her shoulders shaking, tears rolling down like broken pearls.
My heart gave a violent jolt.
Kafka never told me about this! Could my amnesia not be an accident, but rather... to protect Firefly?
Looking at Firefly's tearful, heartbreaking appearance, and hearing her guilt-ridden words, my heart felt like it was being cruelly gripped by something.
An inexplicable emotion surged into my heart, a sense of heartache for her tears, confusion about that "sacrificial" past, and a... heavy feeling that couldn't be described.
Even though I still couldn't recall any details, looking at the crying girl before me, seeing her blaming herself and suffering so much because of my "forgetfulness," I wanted to comfort her instinctively.
"Firefly..." I opened my mouth, only to find my throat dry, and for a moment, I didn't know what to say to soothe her sadness.
Listening to Firefly's self-blaming sobs, combined with the shocking recording from before, some details I had previously ignored now became perfectly clear in my mind, as if a lightbulb had been turned on.
No wonder... no wonder I felt something wasn't quite right when I first met Firefly in Penacony.
As a stranger I'd met for the first time, her attitude toward me seemed a bit too gentle and enthusiastic.
That natural sense of closeness, those complex emotions hidden deep in her eyes when she looked at me... thinking back, those weren't the eyes of someone treating a stranger.
And the few times there was accidental physical contact, she didn't show any of the resistance or shyness of a typical girl, instead acting... used to it?
And Silver Wolf! That person didn't treat me like an outsider from the very beginning.
Upon our first official meeting on the Astral Express, she unceremoniously gave me the nickname "little grey-hair," which already sounded full of familiarity.
Later, she treated my room as her second base, sneaking in to occupy my game console, and even lying on my bed without any inhibition to eat snacks, leaving potato chip crumbs everywhere... Back then I thought she was just blunt and easygoing, but now it seems this was clearly a kind of unguarded familiarity rooted in the past!
So, in those days I had forgotten, we actually had such an intimate relationship?
Kafka, Firefly, Silver Wolf... and me.
Did we once, in such a way... beyond partners, beyond friends, live together?
Thinking of this, my emotions became even more complex.
Looking at Firefly, who was still sobbing softly in my arms, and feeling her warm tears soak my pajamas, an indescribable sense of heartache and pity washed over me.
Whatever the past, whether I remember it or not, right now, she is sad because of me, and blames herself because of me.
Almost by instinct, I stretched out my arms and gently pulled Firefly into my embrace.
Her body was petite, soft, and carried a faint, pleasant scent.
At first, she stiffened slightly at the sudden embrace, but soon, perhaps out of exhaustion from crying, or perhaps because this embrace gave her a sliver of solace, she stopped struggling, just buried her face in my chest, and continued to cry silently, like a small injured animal.
I gently stroked her silky silver hair, feeling her subtle tremors.
Looking at her red, swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks, an impulse surged within me.
I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips to hers.
It was an extremely gentle kiss, carrying comfort, pity, and a trace of... feelings I had yet to fully comprehend myself.
Her lips were soft and cool, carrying the salty taste of tears.
Firefly's body stiffened again, and even her sobbing paused for a moment, seemingly surprised by my move.
But she didn't push me away, just widened those tearful, misty eyes, looking at my face close at hand, somewhat blankly.
After a brief contact, I pulled away.
Seeing her face filled with surprise, shyness, and a trace of dazed expression, it seemed her previous sadness had indeed eased somewhat.
Her sobbing stopped, though she would still occasionally choke up.
And Silver Wolf, not knowing when she had stopped her "accusation," just crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and looked at us with great interest, a meaningful smile curling the corners of her mouth, as if saying: "Oh? Looks like he's not a complete lost cause."
She raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of teasing, "Since you 'know' our past relationship, then some things... can continue, right?"
As she spoke, she revealed a truly little-devil-like wicked smile. Before I could react, she sat on the edge of the bed, reached directly between my legs, grabbed the part of me that had reacted slightly from comforting Firefly, and began to play with it on her own!
"Hey! Silver Wolf, you..." I was so shocked by her sudden bold movement that I couldn't even speak properly, but her fingers were unimaginably nimble, carrying a technique that brooked no question. With just a few gentle twists and turns, a surge of intense heat surged uncontrollably into my lower abdomen, and the part that was just slightly raised quickly became hot and hard under her teasing.
"Hmph hmph, your reaction is quite fast, little grey-hair." She seemed very satisfied with her result, her smile becoming even more smug.
Then, before I had fully recovered from the shock, she made an even more astonishing move—she adjusted her posture, then turned her back to me, sat back with her petite body, and accurately and instantly swallowed my completely erect heat into her tight, moist passage!
"Ugh!" Both she and I let out a muffled groan.
Although Silver Wolf was long an adult, her body size was quite petite. Being sat on from behind like this, even though a small section of my base was still exposed due to the posture, the front end still entered her tight, moist passage without any obstruction, reaching the very depths, and even being able to clearly feel the tip touching that soft cervix.
Because of her body size, this combination brought an ultimate feeling of wrapping and tightness, even allowing one to clearly see a distinct, pillar-like bulge under her flat lower abdomen.
This... this scene and feeling were almost exactly the same as the scene in the video from before!