Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Favor - [3]
I sat on the dining chair, gripping a glass of water with my trembling hands.
In front of me stood Haruna, still dressed in her maid outfit, her face flushed red.
Her gaze was fixed on my toes, and her hands kept fidgeting restlessly.
She looked ready to twist the hem of her apron to shreds.
"What exactly did I say yesterday?"
"You really don't remember?"
"I don't."
"Iman. You're not pretending to forget, are you? Trying to make me say it? Your tastes are... why are they like that?"
Haruna asked in a trembling voice, and by now, I was genuinely curious.
What on earth had I asked of her? Had I maybe begged her to turn me into a tsundere or something?
Haruna's lips quivered.
"You... said it while sipping your drink."
She swallowed hard.
"That before you die... there's something you absolutely want to try."
"Something you want to try?"
"Yeah. A lap pillow."
"...Huh?"
"You said you wanted to experience a lap pillow just once. That lying on a woman's soft thigh and falling asleep was your dying wish..."
"Ah."
In that instant, the tension drained away, and a sigh of relief escaped me.
A lap pillow? Of all things... Sure, calling it "just" a lap pillow felt off, but it wasn't anything too extreme.
To be honest, I didn't think it warranted that kind of reaction from her.
Though, since I was the one who'd asked, maybe I was biased.
"I thought I'd done something huge..."
I patted my chest.
"So you're here to grant that wish now? I'm grateful, but did it have to be in this outfit...?"
"That's the thing!"
Haruna shouted, bristling.
"You said that's what mattered! It had to be a maid outfit! With a frilly apron and white lace garters, you begged for it! You said it had to hug the body like this!"
"..."
Iman, you lunatic. Such firm tastes...
"I'll do it quick."
Haruna let out a determined sigh.
"Let's get it over with. I've... psyched myself up. If we drag it out any longer, I won't be able to do it."
She strode to the sofa and sat down.
As her hips settled into the plush velvet, her short skirt lifted slightly, pressing into her thighs.
"Come here."
Haruna gripped the hem of her maid skirt with both hands. Then, very slowly, she inched it upward.
"...!"
My eyes were drawn in automatically. Between the black overknee socks and the short skirt.
That absolute territory. Dazzlingly pale skin emerged.
Haruna's signature healthy, toned yet plush thigh lines filled my view starkly.
The soft curves formed by the pressure of her flesh were visible.
"...Uh."
"You demanded it! You said it had to be like this!"
Haruna's words left me clearing my throat awkwardly.
Iman, you mad bastard. What the hell had you done?
She patted her thigh with her palm.
"Lie down quick. Don't just stare and embarrass a dwarf."
To be honest, it felt a bit dangerous. No need to specify what.
"...Okay."
Rejecting her now would just embarrass her more, so better to wrap it up fast.
And up close, it felt even more dangerous.
I'll say it again: no need to specify what.
I cautiously lowered my head.
"L-Lying down?"
"Y-Yeah, quick."
The back of my head touched her thigh.
Poof—.
"Uh."
"Don't say anything."
"No, uh."
"I said don't say anything. Your breath is tickling a bit..."
I'd wanted to ask if my head was heavy... but no chance now. Honestly, it was way softer than I'd imagined.
Soft wasn't enough to describe it.
Like freshly baked bread dough, or the finest silk cushion, Haruna's thigh enveloped my head in cozy warmth.
The perfect blend of firmness and body heat melted my brain into comfort...
And a faint soap scent lingered at the tip of my nose.
Not overpowering—a sweet, comforting aroma mixed with her natural scent.
"No weird smells... right?"
Haruna asked cautiously.
"I showered this morning... but what if there's sweat? And don't answer."
She asks me and then tells me not to answer? What kind of nonsense is that?
"So... wanna look up now?"
Honestly, I'd kept my eyes closed until then. Opening them would reveal something destructive.
But I couldn't keep them shut forever. Especially not after she said that.
I opened my eyes. Looked up. I'd expected it, but... nothing up top.
Meaning, all I could see was her tight-fitting upper body.
Or rather... no, better not describe it.
And then.
Pop. Pop.
"Huh?"
Buttons coming undone? Haruna's hands moved to her chest.
"And... this too. You said it had to be exactly like this."
"W-What?"
"Don't you remember? Something about the aesthetics of the low angle..."
She bit her lip, fighting her embarrassment, and undid the two lower buttons of her maid top.
Pop.
As the buttons released, the taut fabric parted.
"I said don't say anything. It's tickling..."
Haruna spoke in a shaky voice, and a new world unfolded before me.
Gazing up from below. Through the parted fabric, overwhelming volume filled my sight—the underboob.
Heavy curves sagged under gravity, blocking my view.
Of course, Haruna's face was out of sight. Just a feast of flesh tones.
White, soft hills jiggled before me, drawing closer and receding with each breath.
"Iman, you really... have unique tastes."
Her voice came from beyond those massive curves.
"During the lap pillow... you said it had to be like this. That without it, the lap pillow loses all meaning..."
Iman, you insane bastard. Totally off your rocker.
How could anyone make that request while drunk?
"S-So... how is it...?"
Haruna asked in a trembling voice.
"Satisfied...?"
"..."
I couldn't respond. My brain had frozen. Reason and instinct waged fierce war in my head.
Of course, just in my head.
Or, my body reacted regardless of my will.
Twitch.
I couldn't help but twitch. My body stiffened, blood rushing southward.
A perfectly natural reaction.
"...!!!"
Haruna's body went rigid. She sensed the movement of my head on her thigh and the faint vibration.
"Hey!!"
Haruna shrieked.
"Y-You... you!!"
I could guess. Probably shocked out of her mind.
No need to see—shame, bewilderment, and betrayal(?) mixed in her expression.
"Y-You!"
"No, this is..."
"Shut up!!"
Haruna shoved me away with all her might.
"Guh..."
I tumbled off the sofa, rolling onto the floor. I bumped my head, but didn't feel a thing.
"Never! Never ask for something like this again!"
Haruna clutched her collar and bolted from the room. I caught a glimpse of her tail as she fled.
BAM!!!
The door slammed shut like it might break.
"..."
I lay on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling. What just happened?
A dream? No—the lingering warmth and the overwhelming sight burned into my memory proved otherwise.
"Crazy."
Iman, you madman... I couldn't fathom what you were thinking to say something like that.
'...'
Then a thought struck me. The first time is hard, but the second is easy, right?
What if I asked again...?
Oh dear. What am I thinking?
I roughly rubbed my dry face and stood up. One thing was certain: I was wide awake now.
My foggy mind cleared in an instant.
If I got drunk again and asked Haruna... No. Snap out of it.
Get it together.
I spaced out like that for about an hour.
In that time, I splashed cold water on my face to clear my head and tried—unsuccessfully—to shake off the torment etched in my brain.
It was the kind of destructive scene I'd want to save if there were any footage.
Anyway, as I battled the lewd demon tormenting me...
Knock knock.
A knock at the door.
"Haruna? About earlier, it was a misunderstanding..."
Assuming it was Haruna, I opened the door. But it was Anna standing there.
"Master Iman."
S seeing her maid outfit made me flinch. Anna gave me a strange look in response.
"I have something to tell you briefly. It'd be weird if you hadn't noticed by now... Her Highness the Princess wishes to see you."
"Yes. I'll go right away."
"Ah, Master Iman."
"Yes?"
"Um... Please don't think too strangely of Her Highness the Princess."
I had no idea what "strangely" meant. Anyway, it seemed Lia was finally ready to reveal her identity.
Wonder what Haruna's up to now? As if reading my mind, Anna cut me off first.
"Lady Haruna had somewhere else to be. By the way, I happened to glance at her on the way—her face was beet red. Did something happen between you two?"
"Nothing happened."
Anna's expression turned intrigued at my immediate reply.
"As expected... the rumors were true?"
"Pardon?"
"It's nothing. Let's go."