Chapter 18. Blue-Balled

“Argh, pain! How is this possible?!” Eron started his morning complaining out loud.

The alarm went off near his ear, and it suddenly brought him back to his forest campsite, where his whole body was aching. As soon as he moved into his tent to turn to his side, the pain became even more evident.

“How great would it be to get a massage,” he thought, lazily closing his eyes again, stuck between sleepiness and pain, thinking of just resting one more minute before getting up and starting the day, then his mind would betray him once again with the need to shut down or blank out.

“Would you like me to massage you, Eron?”

“Di… Miss Diwana, when did you get here? What are you doing in my tent?”

“I never left,” she said in a whisper, looking seductively at the naked, tanned, handsome man by her side. “You don’t remember?”

His thoughts: I wish I did… Maybe it’s because of THAT that my body is hurting. I’d be happy if that was the case… but then