Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Bedtime Cuddles
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"Here, just lie down right here."
Amelia had tidied up the bed, which she'd messed up earlier by rolling around on it, and now urged Siwoo to get in.
Siwoo stared at her with a look that said he hadn't expected this at all.
"Lady Amelia... y-you mean... t-together?"
He'd thought she just meant sharing the room, nothing more. The flustered panic was plain on his face.
To think she'd actually suggested sharing the same bed.
His eyes brimmed with overwhelmed gratitude and unbearable awkwardness.
"No need to worry. Come on, lie down."
Amelia gently nudged his back until he sat on the edge of the bed.
She slipped off his slippers and swung both his legs fully onto the mattress.
"You don't have to do this! I can sleep on the sofa over there just fine."
"Then I'll take the sofa."
"No, you can't..."
Siwoo sat there frozen, stamping his feet helplessly, unsure what to do.
Amelia leaned over and pulled the blanket up to cover his chest.
"If it bothers you, I'll just stay by your side until you fall asleep."
"It's not that it bothers me. I just feel so bad..."
"It's fine."
Amelia reached out and clasped his hand firmly in hers.
His hand, now even smaller than her own.
Siwoo flinched at the sudden intertwining of their fingers, gazing up at her with wide, startled rabbit eyes.
"Relax. You're the patient here, and just a little kid. Kids are supposed to be taken care of, after all."
Siwoo seemed to have no intention of refusing now that she'd put it that way.
He stared at their tightly clasped hands for a moment, then lay his head comfortably on the pillow.
"Thank you."
Amelia found herself staring intently at his shy, soft murmur.
She knew this wasn't the time for idle thoughts.
She knew this moment of peace was fleeting.
Yet a feeling she couldn't suppress welled up inside her.
He's too cute.
His childlike innocence was sparkling enough to melt even her dislike for children.
Siwoo watched her gaze at him for a while, then wriggled his body sideways and pulled back the blanket.
He patted the spot next to him.
"Lady Amelia, lie down here too."
"I know you're still awkward around me after waking up. You don't have to force yourself."
Siwoo had shown fear and distance toward her right after waking.
So Amelia assumed this invitation wasn't genuine.
"No, this bed's huge. There's plenty of room for two."
But Siwoo just talked about the bed's size, showing no trace of his earlier wariness.
"If you had to sleep somewhere other than the bed because of me, I'd feel bad and wouldn't sleep well."
It was purely out of consideration for her.
His thoughtfulness struck her as clever and oddly admirable, so Amelia climbed onto the bed.
"Then I'll sleep beside you tonight."
"Okay."
As they slipped under the covers together, Siwoo finally relaxed, a faint smile crossing his lips.
Amelia gazed at that smile appreciatively until realization hit her late, leaving her mind blank.
In the past, she'd impulsively kicked Siwoo out of his comfortable lodgings.
She hadn't meant to send him to something as harsh as a stable, but it was still her fault he'd ended up living in a pile of straw.
Yet here he was, putting up with his own discomfort to accommodate her.
His innocent kindness contrasted sharply with her shameful actions, making her cheeks burn.
Self-reproach for behaving worse than a ten-year-old—and the guilt stemming from it.
"Oh...!"
She hugged him tightly from her lying position.
Siwoo, much smaller than her, fit perfectly into her embrace.
Along with a floral scent blending musk, vanilla, jasmine, and dozens of other flowers.
The soft swell of Amelia's breasts, clad in her nightgown, pressed against Siwoo's face.
Caught off guard by her sudden action, Siwoo stiffened like a log, unsure where to put his hands.
"U-um... L-Lady Amelia?"
Even as a little kid, Siwoo knew some things.
He knew a woman's breasts weren't for casual touching or pressing against.
The soft, yielding flesh behind the thin fabric brushed his cheek.
And that firm nub in the center, poking insistently at his cheek...
The moment he realized what it was, an intense urge surged through him unlike anything he'd felt before.
A compulsion to grope Amelia's breasts, its origin a mystery.
His lower belly itched uncomfortably.
Siwoo desperately suppressed it.
Instead, he twisted away just enough to slip out of her arms.
"Sorry, did you hate it?"
Amelia realized her abrupt move might burden him.
"N-no, I didn't hate it. It was nice... just embarrassing."
From his side-lying position, Siwoo's eyes caught the pronounced line of her pale cleavage.
He knew it was a bad thought, but he wanted to reach out and squeeze.
"No need to be embarrassed. When I was your age, I used to sleep in my mentor's arms."
"You did, Lady Amelia?"
Siwoo asked in surprise.
To him, Amelia was the epitome of maturity, even intimidating. Imagining her with childish traits was hard.
"Yes. She'd hold me and sing lullabies until I fell asleep."
Amelia, who was picky about bedtime, would fall asleep snoring within ten minutes when cradled against her mentor's chest, lulled by songs—even kneading the breasts. She'd heard that much.
She had no intention of mentioning the kneading part, but reminiscing about those warm, distant days softened her lips.
"........."
The sternness that pushed others away faded; her relaxed face seemed ready to smile.
She snapped back to reality and reverted, but Siwoo had stared blankly at that beautiful sight.
"So it's okay to act a little spoiled."
She parted her arms invitingly.
Siwoo hesitated, then wriggled back into her embrace.
At that moment.
His hand moved almost instinctively to her breast.
It wasn't a conscious choice; even he was startled by the unconscious motion.
"...Eek!"
Amelia's body jolted in shock.
Breasts brushing against another's body felt different from a hand touching directly.
At the same time, Siwoo—half entranced—realized where his hand rested and paled.
"S-sorry!"
"It's okay."
But her surprise faded quickly, her demeanor softening.
She knew the comforting warmth breasts provided in bed.
It was natural for a child his age to seek maternal comfort.
"You wanted to touch them, right?"
"No, it wasn't that! My hand just... moved on its own..."
Besides, this was little Siwoo, not the usual one.
What could she expect from a scared kid who feared sleeping alone?
Having impure thoughts here would be vulgar.
Amelia guided his wrist, placing his hand back on her breast.
She led him with a gentle voice.
"If you want to, go ahead."
Siwoo's small hand grasped the soft mound of Amelia's breast.
A plush, yielding sensation incomparable to rubbing his cheek against it.
Enraptured by the alluring feel he could knead all day, Siwoo gripped without even asking again.
"Wow..."
So soft.
Through the thin nightgown, he felt her heartbeat and gentle swells perfectly.
He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop.
"Feeling calmer now?"
"Yes..."
Amelia stroked his hair with one hand.
His eyes sparkled like he'd discovered something wondrous; it was too adorable.
-Squish squish
The more he squeezed, the more it yielded, springing back with the slightest release—elastic breasts.
Watching the enticing cleavage shape shift at his whim was irresistibly tempting.
How long had it been?
Amelia suddenly felt her body tense and quiver.
If she had to compare...
Yes, like when she'd spied Odile sucking Siwoo's thing with her mouth.
A lewd sensation of dropping then bouncing back in a swaying net.
Her breasts burned hot.
Her thighs, slanted apart, clenched together suddenly.
The nipple pressing against his palm became acutely aware.
"Eek...!"
So engrossed, Siwoo didn't stop even as she flinched.
His touch had started light but now kneaded her breasts firmly, gathering and releasing.
No time to wonder if her own childish kneading of her mentor's breasts had been this bold.
Just confusion at the novel, unfamiliar, strange feeling.
But most importantly...
She didn't hate it at all.
Her breath quickened, her heart raced impatiently—yet peace and comfort coexisted paradoxically.
No reason to make him stop came to mind.
"Hyah...!"
Amelia let out a small yelp like a cat with its tail stepped on.
Siwoo, who'd been kneading her whole breast, had pinched the nipple protruding through the fabric with his fingertip.
It happened unconsciously, sending an electric jolt from breast to gut; she couldn't stay still.
The cry was so loud even Siwoo, lost in kneading, startled.
"S-sorry..."
He apologized in a frightened voice.
While stroking the palm, he'd felt the chewy nub and twisted curiously, never imagining it'd hurt.
"I-it's... fine..."
Amelia adjusted her disheveled neckline and patted him.
She'd never dreamed it'd feel like this.
Both flustered in the awkward moment.
"Siwoo, the breasts are okay, but... not there. Got it?"
"Y-yes, sorry..."
"You didn't know."
How could Siwoo know what even she didn't?
Forgiving generously, she cleared her throat and relaxed her hunched shoulders, offering her breasts again for easy access.
Seeing his delighted face made her want to indulge him more.
His sparkling eyes kneading her breasts were just too cute.
After that, Siwoo avoided the nipples entirely, cradling and kneading her breasts from below upward.
About fifteen minutes later, he fell asleep with a perfectly serene expression.
"...Snore."
"........."
Confirming Siwoo asleep, Amelia thought.
After constant touching, had friction heat built up?
Her breasts strangely burned.
She hadn't shown it while he was awake, but her breathing was a bit ragged.
A weird feeling.
Especially when he'd pinched the tip through her clothes—enough to nearly squeak aloud in panic.
Amelia hesitantly reached up and tentatively pinched her own nipple.
"........."
Completely different from his touch.
Just ticklish, no real sensation.
Embarrassed, she dropped her hand and soon fell asleep with her head against his.