As I listened to her repeated apologies, I bemoaned in exasperation, “As I’ve said earlier, don’t apologize so often. And you can take your shirt off if you wish to do so.”
Subsequently, she turned her back to me and slipped off her shirt. While her back wasn’t as alluringly white as Rosalie’s, I could vaguely glimpse her boobs. Carefully covering her boobs, she turned around to face me. However, true to her incessant apologies, her breasts were truly too big that they overflowed her hands. Embarrassed, she murmured, “They’re too massive, so they look ugly, huh?”
“Not at all.”
Again, she whispered apologetically, “I hope you don’t think of me as a shameless woman. It’s just that I fear being with them more than I do lying down beside you like this.”
“Are you afraid of Yvette as well?” I asked.
“Back then, she was a little ruffian, and she used to bully me as well,” Chelsea replied before continuing. “I just can’t talk and laugh with them as they’re doing right now. Perhaps it’s a trivial matter to them, but to me, it’s a dark past that haunts me.”