A World Just for Us
“It feels like there's only the two of us in the world.”
We stepped into the room. “Whoa....” A gasp slipped out of me on its own. As expected of the presidential suite. The entire Seoul cityscape stretched out below through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The interior was luxuriously opulent, no two ways about it. But my admiration didn't last long.
“It's hot!!!” Elma shrieked. She leaped down from my arms. “Turn on the AC! I'll get a heat rash!”
“Got it. Let me just get out of these clothes first... Huh?”
Elma slipped her hands under the hem of her hoodie. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, was she?
“W-Wait a sec. Let me close the curtains first....”
“What's the big deal? We're so high up, no one can see.”
Ignoring my concerns with ease, she flung off the hoodie in one smooth motion. Her 90cm frame. Yet her breasts strained with impossible volume. A slender waist. Hips dramatically wide for her build, perfect for bearing children. Firm, pale, plump buttocks.
“Ahh, much better.” Elma fanned herself vigorously. One hand on her hip, she gazed out the window. The queen in all her naked glory.
“You strip too, honey.”
“I'm fine like this.”
“That's how it's done in hotels.”
“Where the hell did you even see that....”
“Everyone does it on the internet?”
Brushing off my question, Elma stomped her little foot. She headed for the bathroom. A moment later, she reappeared, dragging something along.
“How's this? Huh? How do I look?”
She was wearing a hotel bathrobe. On her tiny body, it was like a blanket. The sleeves dangled like a ghost's. The hem trailed on the floor. What was it? Like a queen's coronation mantle, maybe.
“Don't I look super cool?”
“Yeah. Adorable.”
“Not adorable—cool. No, say I look noble.”
“....”
But this wasn't the time for flattery. The robe draped loosely over her naked form. Every movement made the front gape open, revealing glimpses inside. I'd seen her bare body plenty by now, enough to get used to it. Still, half-hidden like this? The allure doubled, no, tripled.
“Honey? Why are you spacing out?”
“...N-Nothing.”
“Maybe....”
Elma grinned slyly. A seductive smile played on her lips. She deliberately tugged the collar wider. Half her heavy breasts spilled out.
“Were you imagining me naked?”
“Imagining? It's all right there.”
“Tch. Pervert.”
Elma stuck out her tongue with a bleh. She spun around with a playful face. “Try and catch me~!”
She bolted for the bed. But—
“Huh?”
She stepped on the trailing hem of the robe. She wobbled.
“Eek?!”
She lost her balance and pitched forward. Her short arms flailed uselessly. Splat!
“....”
Silence. Elma lay sprawled flat.
“Ow....”
Her nose planted in the carpet, her tiny shoulders trembled.
“Elma?!”
I rushed over in a panic and scooped her up. “You okay? Let me see.”
“Ugh....”
Elma lifted her head. Her forehead was pink. Her nose tip red. Tears welled in her almond eyes.
“It hurts....”
“Where? Nose? Forehead?”
“Everything hurts... especially my heart....”
Elma pouted and stomped one foot. “This stupid robe! Why's it so long?!”
“That's just how hotel robes are.”
“Liar! It's a eugenics conspiracy! They want to wipe out short people like me!”
She picked a fight with nonexistent eugenicists all by herself.
“Ugh... yelling makes it hurt more....”
Soon, she scrunched up her face and clutched her nose. I swallowed a laugh and blew gently on the red tip.
“Always so clumsy.”
“Don't tease....”
“We gotta fix this first. You'll trip again.”
I stood her up and straightened the robe. I rolled up the trailing sleeves. I hiked up the hem and tied it securely.
“There. Done.”
The result: The baggy robe now puffed out full. Like a glutinous rice cake, or a waddling penguin.
“How's that? No more tripping?”
“Hm....”
Elma hopped in place to test. “Not bad.”
Her teary face brightened in an instant. Simple as ever—thank goodness.
“Round two!”
She dashed for her original target. With all her might, she launched onto the bed. Poof! She sank in.
“Honey! Look at this! It's a whole playground!”
She rolled left. Rolled right. Totally delighted.
“Rolling this way—bed! That way—bed! Kyahaha!”
It took ages to roll from one end to the other. Like a hamster tumbling on snow. So tiny, the bed looked enormous.
But despite the cute antics, it was hard to know where to look. Each roll flipped the robe open. Her plump buttocks, heavy breasts, and intimate parts flashed unprotected, then vanished.
“Come on, honey! It's huge here!”
Elma beckoned. The sleeve flapped, exposing her armpit fully. On purpose, no doubt. This seductive professor.
“Having fun?”
“Yeah! So soft and spacious! Suites really are the best!”
Elma sprawled out, flailing her limbs. Then, as if struck by inspiration, she grinned mischievously. “Honey! Find me!”
She dove under the covers and vanished. Obviously visible—a tiny lump wriggled on the sheets. Like it was screaming I'm right here!
But sure, I'd play along. Hide-and-seek it was.
I pretended ignorance. “Huh? Where'd my wife go?”
“Heehee.”
Laughter leaked from under the covers. The lump twitched uncontrollably.
“Oh no. Guess I'll head home. Leave Elma behind.”
“Ehh?!”
The lump jolted. “Nooo! Don't go!”
It thrashed like it would burst out. Now!
I pounced. Covered the white lump.
“Found you.”
I hugged tight, covers and all.
“Kyaa!”
Elma's scream exploded—a joyful cheer.
“Gotcha, my wife!”
“Cheater! Foul! Using your big size to crush from above!”
“To keep you from running.”
I pulled back the covers. There on the white sheets lay my hidden little queen.
“....”
Her face flushed pink. Hair tousled. And most of all—
“Everything's showing.”
From all the thrashing, the tied robe had come completely undone. Her heaving breasts rose and fell. Below the hiked-up hem, her coquettish waist curved, accentuating her pale, jiggling buttocks. Utterly defenseless.
“Ah....”
Elma looked down at herself. She beamed. Her eyes crinkled seductively.
“On purpose?”
“Yup. For your eye candy, honey.”
Elma wriggled closer into my arms. “Hey, honey.” She rested her chin on my chest. “The bed's so big, it feels amazing.”
“What does?”
“It feels like there's only the two of us in the world.”
Elma reached up, cupping my cheek. Small, warm, slightly rough palm.
“No one can see us here. Whether I'm a freak or an ugly dwarf.”
“Elma, you're not—”
I started my usual reassurance. But—
“Shh.”
Elma pressed a finger to my lips. “You know, honey.” She batted her eyes coyly. “Here, it's just man and wife. Male you, female me.”
Thump. This bold sweetness hit me right in the heart. Irresistibly lovable.
I kissed her fingertip. “You've always been my woman.”
“I know. But tonight... more.”
Elma lifted her hips, climbing onto my thigh. The robe fell fully open. Bare skin pressed against me—heavy, yielding pressure.
“I want extra pretty treatment.”
“Right here?”
“Yeah. It's a hotel.”
Elma whispered against my chest, hot breath tickling. “What else do you do in a hotel?”
“Fair point.”
Her intent was blatant. She nipped my hand. “Honey.”
“Yes.”
“Let's do it.”
Her small hand slipped inside my clothes. I wrapped my arms around her waist—perfectly filling one hand. The voluptuous curves below.
“As you wish.”
I laid her down. The robe splayed wide. Hide-and-seek over—time for another game.
Evening. “I'm hungry. Feed me.”
“Eat out?”
“Too much hassle. And that lobby girl pissed me off earlier. Don't wanna go out.”
Elma pouted. That 'daughter' comment from the lobby had stuck deep. Dwarven grudges.
“Room service, then. Saw online their food's amazing.”
“Sure. What'll you have?”
Elma grabbed the menu. She squinted, scanning it.
“Hmm....”
Not much deliberation. She traced the menu with her finger. Top to bottom.
“From here... to here.”
“...Everything?”
“Yup. And the whole dessert page too.”
Classic. A dwarf living the five-meals-a-day life.
Soon after ordering, dishes arrived on trolleys in a line. Steak, lobster, truffle soup, pasta, salad... The table overflowed. A lavish feast.
Before Elma could approach—
I scooped her up by the armpits.
“Honey?”
“Just sit here. Chairs are no good for you.”
Obviously, she'd be too short to see the table. She'd sulk for sure. Better preempt.
Plop. I set her on my thigh, back against my chest. Got her comfy.
“....”
Elma's eyes went wide. Then she grinned. “Hmph, quick on the uptake.”
“Don't like it?”
“Nah, love it. My honey knows best.”
She wiggled to settle in. Squish.Springy. Warm body heat. The cute, plump curve of her secret spot.
Even after all that touching and licking earlier, it still felt great. Never gets old.
“Say ahh.”
I cut steak and fed her. She gaped like a baby bird.
“Aaaah—.”
Nom nom. Cheeks puffed.
“Mmm! So good! Meat cut by someone else tastes the best.”
Snuggled fully against me, legs dangling as she ate. She looked happy. Good—the lobby anger had melted away with the juices.
“Your turn, honey.”
Elma dipped lobster and fed me. We devoured dinner, using each other as chair and table.
“Honey! Honey!”
After dinner, as digestion set in, Elma called from the bathroom. Voice brimming with excitement.
“What?”
“Come quick!”
I entered the bathroom. My jaw dropped. Massive whirlpool tub. Big enough for a small pool. Night view through the floor-to-ceiling glass. And inside the tub—bubbles piled like a mountain.
“...Isn't that a bit much?”
Looked like someone botched pouring beer.
“What? Saw it online—hotels do it like this! Bubbles are the soul of a hotel bath!”
Elma shook the empty bath bomb container. She'd dumped the whole thing.
“Get in already!”