Chapter 134: Red handed

"Amon?"

Ambrosia’s voice echoed from outside making them both forze in place.

Amon looked down Sidney who looked up at him.

He soft asked. "You said she was sleeping."

Sidney showed him her tounge and whispered. "The~hee~."

Amon opened his mouth and closed it. He quickly pulled himself out of her and grabbed a towel.

"Hide behind the bed quickly." He whispered and she did as asked.

Knock! Knock!

"Amon."

"Coming!"

Amon opened the door and found Ambrosia was standing outside.

Her eyes immediately dropped toward him before she blinked twice and looked back at his face.

Amon was standing there with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp and small drops of sweat running down his shoulders.

"Why are you naked?"

Amon cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away for a moment. "...I was doing something."

He quickly looked back at her and tried to change the subject. "What do you need?"

Ambrosia narrowed her eyes slightly before trying to push past him. "I need to talk to you."

Amon immediately stepped sideways and blocked the doorway with his body. "We can talk in the hall."

He didn’t wait for her answer.

Amon grabbed her hand and gently pulled her toward the living room before she could try entering his room again.

He guided her toward the sofa and made sure she sat with her back facing his bedroom door.

Then he sat beside her, still feeling the sweat lingering across his body from what he had been doing before she knocked.

Ambrosia glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. "What were you really doing in there?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she gave him a suspicious look.

Amon chuckled awkwardly. "You don’t have to worry about it."

"That doesn’t answer my question."

"It wasn’t anything important."

Ambrosia continued staring at him for another few seconds before eventually letting out a small sigh.

She folded her hands together on her lap and took a deep breath. "I actually needed to talk to you about something."

Amon’s expression became more attentive. "What is it?"

Ambrosia hesitated before slowly looking toward him. "I was thinking... could you check on my mother when you visit the capital city?"

Amon immediately noticed the change in her tone. His relaxed expression disappeared. "Did something happen?"

Ambrosia shook her head.

"No. Nothing happened." She paused again, clearly struggling to find the right words. "If possible, I want Sidney to live with her."

Amon drew in a deep breath. He placed one leg on the sofa and turned his body toward Ambrosia. "What happened?"

Ambrosia looked down at her hands.

She seemed nervous now, something Amon didn’t see often from her. "I just want Sidney to have more opportunities."

Amon stared at her not buying her obvious lie. "Is this related to me?"

"No." Ambrosia’s head immediately shook a little too quickly. "It has nothing to do with you."

Amon raised an eyebrow.

"Ambrosia." His voice softened. "You don’t have to lie to me."

Ambrosia’s fingers tightened slightly against each other.

For several seconds, she said nothing before she finally looked at him. "I don’t want Sidney to be near you."

Amon’s expression became still.

"Why is that?"

Ambrosia quickly shook her head. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

"It’s not because I doubt you." She looked directly into his eyes, making sure he understood what she meant.

"I trust you completely. I just... want to keep the two of you separate from each other."

Amon frowned slightly.

Before he could respond, a quiet sound came from behind him.

The bedroom door opened.

Amon glanced over her shoulder and saw Sidney stepping out of his room with a grin on her face and clothes in her hand.

She looked directly at him, raised her hand, and blew him a playful kiss.

Then she turned and walked toward her own room without a care in the world, the soft curves of her bare ass and the faint sheen of sweat on her back fully visible.

’....This stupid little shameless fox.’ Amon thought speechlessly.

Amon’s eyes followed her and Ambrosia immediately noticed. "What are you looking at?"

She started turning her head toward the hallway.

Amon quickly reached over and gently held the side of her head, stopping her from looking behind her.

"Don’t worry about all this." Amon looked at her seriously. "I won’t do anything that will hurt you."

His voice was calm, and there was no trace of his earlier joking attitude.

Ambrosia stared at him for a moment and her expression slowly softened.

A gentle smile appeared on her face as she reached over and lightly touched his cheek.

"I know."

For a brief moment, the room became quiet before Ambrosia’s eyes suddenly narrowed again. "Why are you stopping me from going into your room, Amon?"

Amon blinked. "...What?"

Ambrosia stood up.

"Let me check."

"Wait."

He tired to block her but she walked past him.

"Ambrosia." Amon tired to stop her. "There is nothing in my room."

She ignored him. Amon quickly followed her, but she was already reaching the bedroom door.

She stepped inside and immediately began looking around.

Her eyes moved from the bed to the desk, then toward the wardrobe and finally toward the floor.

She looked like a detective investigating a crime scene.

Amon stopped behind her. "Why are you searching my room?"

Ambrosia turned around. "What were you hiding?"

"I’m not hiding anything."

She sniffed the air. "Then what is that smell?"

Amon’s expression stiffened before he cleared his throat. "It’s nothing."

Ambrosia gave him a suspicious look. "You don’t have to lie to me."

"I’m not lying."

"You clearly are."

She took another step into the room and looked around more carefully.

Amon followed her, suddenly wishing he had closed the door properly before she arrived.

Ambrosia sniffed again. "What is that smell?"

Amon hesitated before he let out a soft groan.

"...I was masterbating." He grumbled softly. "Thinking about you."

Ambrosia’s mouth slowly opened and she closed it again.

She stared at him as a faint blush appeared across her cheeks. Her heartbeat increased uncontrollably.

"I’m sorry." She immediately turned around and hurried out of the room. "I shouldn’t have asked."

Amon stood in the middle of his bedroom, staring at the empty doorway. He rubbed his face with both hands.

"...Nice way to make someone uncomfortable, isn’t it?" He looked toward the messy bed and sighed. "...I just hope it works on my favor."