Hannah and the Real Thing. 2 R18
"What should I do next, Sir Fay?"
"How about wiping your face first?"
I said and handed Hannah a towel that I had left on the bed.
But inwardly, I was pleased that she had begun to ask for my support.
Right now, Hannah is re-affirming her existence by being praised by me.
She was still in shock from the truth being slammed right on her face, but after waiting for a bit, she finally accepted this new concept of chastity.
Either way, she had no other way to maintain herself anymore, so in order to support and maintain her being, she desperately clung to me instead.
Well, I was the one who made her into this state, so I have to take responsibility somewhat.
Thankfully, it worked out well in the end.
The more you devote yourself to one thing, the greater the repercussions when that thing is defeated.