Chapter 276 Feeling Guilty

"Aw, Silvia. You know, I've been thinking..." she purred, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness as she pressed Silvia's face against her ample bosom, the soft swell of her breasts enveloping her troubled friend in a comforting embrace.

"We could really use your help with those goblins of ours. They're a bit... clueless, shall we say? But with someone as patient and talented as you, I'm sure we could whip them into shape in no time!"

She chuckled softly, her fingers gently tracing circles on Silvia's back as she spoke. 

"Right now, only a handful of them can even string together a coherent sentence in human tongues. It's a bit of a problem, you see. But with your guidance, I'm confident we can bridge that gap and make communication a breeze."

As she spoke, Suzuka's gaze softened, her eyes locking with Silvia's in a silent plea for understanding.

 "And who better to teach them the ins and outs of agriculture than you? Growing crops, harvesting herbs, tending to fields... You're practically a green-thumbed goddess! With your expertise, those goblins will be running farms in no time. Imagine it: a whole army of goblins, skilled in the ways of crop growing, herb harvesting, and all manner of useful skills."

With a playful pat on Silvia's cheek, Suzuka leaned back, her smile bright and infectious.

 "So what do you say, Silvia? Will you be our goblin whisperer? Will you help me whip those naughty little goblins into shape? Think of it as a... mutually beneficial arrangement," she murmured, her lips hovering dangerously close to Silvia's as she spoke. 

"You teach them how to be useful to me, and in return, I'll make sure you're... well taken care of. I will build a temporary school even. You could be the one to unlock their untapped potential, to mold them into the perfect little helpers I need."

With a playful wink, Suzuka's hand trailed down from Silvia's head to gently cup her chin, tilting her face upwards to meet her gaze. 

"I know it's a lot to ask," she admitted, her tone soft and sincere, "but I believe in you, Silvia. I know you have the kindness to make a real difference in their lives. Now I know that this sounds selfish coming from me and you probably think that I only using the goblins for my gain but trust me, this would help them to live a better life."

As Suzuka's other hand wrapped around Silvia's slim waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together, Silvia couldn't help but let out a soft whimper of pleasure. The sensation of their soft breasts pressing against each other sent a rush of heat coursing through her veins, her body responding eagerly to Suzuka's touch.

Just as Silvia mustered the courage to respond to Suzuka's invitation, her stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl, breaking the silence with an undeniable proclamation of her hunger. Mortification washed over her pale face, her cheeks flushing crimson with a humble blush that seemed to intensify in the presence of Suzuka's intimidating beauty.

With her gaze drooping downward in embarrassment, Silvia felt dominated by the overwhelming aura of allure that emanated from Suzuka. The weight of her inadequacy pressed down upon her, rendering her speechless as she struggled to find the words to express herself.

A feeble apology escaped her lips as she stammered out an explanation for her rumbling stomach. 

"I-I'm sorry, I... I'm just so hungry... I'm not sure what to do..."

Every word felt like a struggle to articulate, her tongue feeling thick and clumsy in her mouth as she attempted to convey her embarrassment and uncertainty. With each passing moment, she felt more aware of her vulnerability, conscious of the difference between her timid presence and the radiant confidence of Suzuka.

With a playful chuckle, she released her hold on Silvia's delicate frame, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary, sending a shiver of excitement coursing through her veins.

Returning to her seat with a graceful sway of her hips, Suzuka flashed Silvia a dazzling smile, her lips curved into a naughty grin that spoke of secrets yet to be shared.

 "Oh, sorry about that, Silvia. I didn't realize I was getting a little too hands-on. My bad. You looked like you could use a friend, so I thought I'd crash your little pity party! I guess I got a little carried away there. Sorry about that." She purred, her voice dripping with sultry sweetness and playful teasing.

Leaning back in her chair, Suzuka draped an arm casually over the backrest, her gaze fixed intently on Silvia's slim form. 

"But hey, no need to worry about a thing. Order anything you like, my treat. After all, we're friends, right? And friends take care of each other in more ways than one."

With a playful wink, she gestured towards the menu.

 "So go ahead and indulge yourself, Silvia. take your time, I insist, no need to rush. And when your belly is full and you're nice and relaxed, you can give me your answer. Sound good? Until then, just enjoy the moment."

With a shy voice and a demure gaze, Silvia responded to Suzuka's playful banter.

 "Um, well," she began, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment, "I-I don't mind your delicate touch, Helen. In fact, I... I like it." Her words came out in a hesitant murmur, her heart racing at the admission of her secret desire for physical comfort.

"It's just... it's been so long since anyone offered me a comforting touch or a hug," she continued, "And... and I really need a friendly embrace right now."

Silvia's gaze flickered briefly to the side, unable to meet Suzuka's intense gaze, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. The weight of her guilt weighed heavily upon her, a knot of unease tightening in her chest as she spoke.

"I-I also feel guilty about ordering food on your account, I-I don't want to be in debt without anything in return," she confessed, her voice tinged with remorse. 

Meanwhile, as they were engrossed in their conversation, a waitress approached their table, bearing a tray laden with Suzuka's ordered food and drink. Suzuka halted the waitress before she could depart and turned her attention to Silvia.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Suzuka interjected with a reassuring smile. 

"Let me treat you to something. What can I get for you?" Her voice was warm and inviting, a soothing balm to Silvia's troubled soul as she struggled to articulate her needs and desires.

Silvia's gaze shifted nervously to the waitress as she pondered her order, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue of embarrassment. With a timid voice, she spoke, "Um, I'll have..." she began, her voice trailing off as she scanned the menu with uncertainty.

 After a moment of hesitation, she made her decision, "I'll have a small salad, please," she murmured, her gaze flickering briefly to Suzuka for reassurance.

"And... and a glass of water," she added quickly, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. 

"Th-thank you." Her words came out in a rush, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the simplicity of her order compared to Suzuka's more extravagant selection.

Suzuka's eyes widened with mock horror as she heard Silvia's modest order. With a playful grin, she leaned forward, her voice dripping with exaggerated disbelief.

"A salad? Come on, Silvia! We're not rabbits, you know. You need something more tasty than a few leaves and a splash of dressing to fuel that slim body and brilliant mind of yours!"

Her words were accompanied by a theatrical wave of her hand as if dismissing the very notion of such a meager meal.

 "How about a juicy stake? Or maybe a hearty bowl of pasta?" she suggested, her enthusiasm infectious as she painted a picture of mouthwatering delights.

With a soft voice, she adjusted her order with a hint of hesitation, her eyes flickering nervously as she made her request.

"U-um, excuse me. Could I, um, please change my order? Instead of just the salad, I'll have it with a... a steak, medium-rare, if that's okay? And instead of water, could I have... orange juice, please?"

Her words came out in a timid rush, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap as she awaited the waitress's response. Silvia couldn't help but feel self-conscious under the scrutiny of the other patrons, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she made the simple request.

With a timid smile, she handed the revised menu back to the waitress, her fingers trembling ever so slightly as she awaited the woman's response. As the waitress nodded in acknowledgment and retreated to fulfill her request, Silvia let out a small sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging with the release of tension.

Suzuka's laidback demeanor didn't falter as she surveyed the feast spread out before her, the tantalizing aroma of food filling the air with an intoxicating allure. But as she glanced over at Silvia, her heart twinged with a pang of guilt at the sight of her still waiting for her meal.

Feeling a sudden surge of awkwardness at the thought of indulging in such a lavish spread while her friend sat hungry before her, Suzuka acted on impulse, her carefree nature driving her to make a bold move. With a swift motion, she pushed her plate of food toward Silvia, a naughty grin playing at the corners of her lips.

"Hey, Silvia," she said casually, her voice tinged with warmth and sincerity, "why don't we share? My favorite dish is spaghetti, and I'd love to have you join me."

With a quick shuffle of chairs, Suzuka positioned herself next to Silvia, their bodies pressing close as they leaned in together over the steaming plate of pasta. The intimacy of their proximity sent a shiver of excitement coursing through Suzuka's veins, her heart racing with anticipation as she watched Silvia's reaction.

Her response was as shy and hesitant as ever, her cheeks flushing with a delicate shade of pink as she averted her gaze from Suzuka's playful demeanor. A small, guilty pang tugged at her heart as she realized that not only had she ordered food on her account, but now she found herself sharing a meal with her cheerful friend.

"I-I couldn't possibly," she murmured softly as she attempted to politely refuse Suzuka's offer. 

"I mean, it's your food, Helen. I wouldn't want to impose..."

But even as she spoke, her stomach betrayed her, emitting a loud, rumbling growl. Silvia's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson as she clamped her hands over her stomach, a mortified expression crossing her delicate features.

"Um... well, maybe just a small taste. Just to tide me over until my food arrives."

As they both reached for the fork, their fingers brushed against each other in a fleeting touch, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through Silvia's body. 

"Oh, um... there's only one fork, you go ahead, Helen," she said softly, "I-I don't mind waiting. I'll just... I'll just watch you eat first."

But Suzuka had other ideas. With a naughty glint in her eye, she grabbed a fork and leaned in close to Silvia, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness as she spoke.

 "Oh, don't be silly, Silvia," she purred, her breath warm against Silvia's skin. 

"Who needs a second fork when we can share like this? Here, open wide!"