Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Allure of the Stockings
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"Yes."
"Huh?"
At first, I thought it was a joke.
I figured that since I'd been throwing tantrums lately, Emily was just messing with me to make me feel what it's like on the other side—putting on a stunned face to see me flustered.
"Huh?"
But when Emily strode to the bed and plopped down before I even finished responding, I realized this wasn't some lighthearted tease.
"Hoo..."
She sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a long, hot breath, then lifted her legs slightly and wiggled her feet to slip off her shoes.
One shake and her heel popped free. Another, and the shoe dangled precariously from her toes.
Then, with a final shake, the shoe flew off with a soft thud-thud against the floor.
Her foot, wrapped in pristine white wool stockings, was revealed to the world.
Emily didn't stop there.
She leaned forward slightly, gently grasping the hem of her skirt, and carefully rolled it upward.
As the fabric crept up her legs, the hidden curves came into view.
"!"
When the hem reached midway up her thighs...
I snapped out of my daze and whipped around, averting my eyes from Emily.
But in that split-second before I turned—just a blink—the boundary between stocking and thigh burned into my mind.
The flawless, pale thigh flesh, as creamy as the unblemished white wool, and the garter belt holding the stockings firmly in place...
Even as I faced the wall, that vivid image tormented me relentlessly.
"Hng..."
Faint breaths and the rustle of fabric from behind fueled my imagination.
I couldn't help picturing the stockings sliding down her legs, revealing the creamy skin beneath.
"Young Master, I'm ready."
"......"
Her voice halted my racing thoughts.
I hadn't imagined anything truly indecent, but my heart plummeted, chills racing down my spine.
"Huu... Hoo..."
I took a deep breath, slapped my cheeks lightly with both hands, and turned around.
Her hands pressed the hem down firmly midway up her thighs.
Her legs neatly together, tilted slightly.
A calm smile on her face, eyes meeting mine steadily, though her ears burned bright red, betraying her embarrassment.
"......"
My first impression upon seeing Emily?
She's so damn sexy.
Almost nothing was exposed.
Everything risqué was covered—it was just pretty legs, yet they felt so erotic.
Emily's reaction.
Her long, slender legs.
The toes wiggling shyly in embarrassment.
Her flawless, spotless skin.
Every detail screamed sensuality.
"Gulp..."
I swallowed hard.
If I kept staring, I'd want to lock the door—Hayes or no Hayes—and do something reckless before my brother even could. So I closed my eyes.
"What do you think?"
"...Pretty."
To end this torturous moment sooner, I forced out the most innocent compliment I could muster, my voice trembling despite myself.
"Young Master, you closed your eyes right away?"
"I saw them before closing. They're pretty."
"How pretty?"
"......"
I was at a loss for words.
"See? You can't even describe it properly."
"Isn't 'pretty' enough?"
"You shut your eyes the moment you saw. How am I supposed to know if you liked it or found it hideous?"
"Urgh..."
I opened my eyes.
Her legs filled my vision, tempting me to close them again, but I barely held back.
"Shouldn't you look closer? You probably can't see well from there."
"I can see plenty from here."
"You're not just gonna glance and brush it off like before, right?"
"No."
"What if it's so ugly you don't even want to look? I'm losing confidence here."
Emily was being unusually persistent today.
I didn't know what she wanted exactly, but her upturned lips made it clear she was enjoying this.
"Haa... Fine."
Since I was the reluctant one, I sighed and stood up.
I dragged my reluctant feet toward her, step by step.
With each approach, her sweat-glistened skin grew clearer.
The faint imprints left by the stockings on her feet.
The little mole dotting the underside of her thigh.
All sharpening into focus.
"..."
I stopped a foot away, knelt on one knee, and leveled my eyes with her legs.
"So, how do my legs look up close?"
She flashed a sly smile, demanding my verdict again.
"Pretty."
"That's all?"
"Nothing else comes to mind."
"Tch..."
Emily clicked her tongue like it wasn't enough, but her face beamed with satisfaction.
"So, to you, they're pretty enough to wear stockings, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'll let that slide this time."
"Thanks..."
"Hehe~"
She chuckled with an eye smile, wiggling her legs teasingly as she spoke.
"Young Master, you're surprisingly weak to this stuff~"
"Of course. I'm a guy, you know."
"Isn't it too much to say that so shamelessly after doing all sorts of stuff with a straight face?"
"No idea what you mean."
It stung a little, but I played it cool.
"Ha-"
Emily let out a disbelieving scoff and shot me a side-eye, but it felt more like a reward than a scolding. Score.
"Young Master, the stockings..."
As she pouted and extended her left hand, glaring down at me...
-Clunk!
The door flew open.
"Huh?"
"Eek?"
"Oppa!"
The culprit who barged in without knocking? None other than Hayes.
Hayes strode in boldly, shouting, while Letisha trailed behind, trying to stop her and peeking around the room.
"It's been three days... Hic...!"
"Lady, you should knock... Ahh..."
The moment their eyes met ours, they clapped hands over their mouths, froze mid-sentence, and stood rigid.
In the chilling silence, their eyes darted nervously, ears turning red as my back soaked with cold sweat. Finally, they spoke in trembling voices.
"Ohoho... Looks like we came a bit early, Letisha."
"It seeeeems sooo..."
Hayes let out an awkward noble lady's laugh, hand returning to the doorknob.
Letisha nodded along, averting her gaze slightly.
"O-Oppa! Call us after you're done having fun! Sorry for interrupting! W-We’ll go!"
The door slammed shut behind them.
"Hey! Hayes, don't go! Come back in! It's not what you think—get back here!"
I bolted to the door, yelling desperately at Hayes beyond it.
_
I barely caught Hayes before she got far and dragged her back inside.
But hauling her back didn't dispel the misunderstanding.
"Anyway, it's not what you think, got it?"
"That's right, Lady. We were just checking new clothes."
We spent ages sweating bullets, explaining to Hayes—who glared daggers—and Letisha—whose face was apple-red—that nothing shady had happened.
"...Fine, I'll believe you for now."
Suspicion lingered on Hayes's face, but it was a far cry from her initial refusal to listen.
"Thanks..."
"Whatever. Enough nonsense—get to the point."
"Haha... Got it."
She brushed off my heartfelt gratitude with a lazy wave, changing the subject.
I glanced awkwardly at Emily, who nodded while dangling a stocking from her hand.
"Young Master, could you cover your eyes for a bit?"
"Sure."
At her request, I turned my head away and covered my eyes with both hands.
"Gasp!"
"Hic!"
Darkness fell, followed by the rustle of lifted skirts and Hayes and Letisha's choking gasps.
"Young Master, I'm dressed."
Two sharp intakes of breath and one gulp later, Emily called out while shaking out her skirt.
I removed my hands and turned.
Emily's legs peeked boldly from under her skirt, the silk stockings shimmering translucently with a glossy sheen that stole my gaze.
Without nylon's stretch, I'd obsessed over precise measurements to mimic it—and thankfully, it turned out perfect.
"Ahh... Yes, this is it..."
Even with my sister watching, the beauty drew an involuntary exclamation.
"What do you think?"
It was too exquisite to keep to myself. I grinned ear-to-ear, nearly piercing the ceiling, and shot Hayes a smug look.
"Wh-What the hell is that shameless stocking? Your skin shows right through! It's thinner than a negligee! Is that even a stocking?"
"If you believe it's a stocking, it is. One of those, and any lord's done for."
"You're such a perv. Staying cooped up in your room must've rotted your brain."
"But isn't it gorgeous? The lines accentuating her leg shape, the subtle skin glow, the silk texture enhancing the flesh... Even you, a girl, couldn't look away. Right?"
"......"
Hayes clamped her mouth shut.
Sexy, but undeniably pretty—she couldn't deny it.
I dropped my smile, turning serious as I met her eyes.
"So? Wanna hear more?"
Her gaze darted between me and Emily's legs.
"......"
A moment later, Hayes fixed her eyes on Emily's legs, clenched her fist, and gave a small nod.