The Date, Part Two
"Unnie…?"
"Shh — keep quiet."
Veronica slowly drew Leopold's new panties down. His cock was already half-hard.
"Standing at attention already, I see?"
"The panties are too small, so they keep rubbing…"
"Haha — really? Aren't you being a little too sensitive?"
Veronica stroked his cock with a gentle hand. Leopold's body twitched at every pass of her fingers.
"Unnie, if you do this here…!"
"It's fine. As long as you stay quiet, no one will know."
She wrapped one hand around him and began to stroke, slow and steady. With the other, she slipped a strap of her dress from her shoulder. The fabric slid down, and her bra came into view.
"W-what are you doing?"
"I wanted to give you a reward for all your hard work today. I think you'll like it."
Veronica reached behind her back and unhooked the clasp. The bra fell away, and her full, heavy breasts spilled free.
"Nnh…"
I swallowed without meaning to. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman's bare breasts in the flesh. Nothing in a film or a painting had prepared me for this. The pair right in front of my eyes looked impossibly soft, and they even carried a sweet scent. A raw, crawling urge to put my hands on them rose up through me then and there.
"From now on, I'm going to make you feel good with these."
Veronica nestled his stiffened cock into the valley of her breasts. The instant that soft flesh closed around him, Leopold could not hold back a moan.
"Hngh—! Haah…♡"
"How is it? Feel good?"
"I… I like it…"
Pleasure had gone all the way to his tongue and loosened it. Veronica gathered her breasts in both hands and wrapped him tighter still, then began to move them slowly up and down. His pink glans surfaced above the swell of her chest, then vanished again beneath that yielding flesh, over and over.
"Hah… nngh…"
"They say every man loses his mind over a pair of breasts. I guess it was true."
She picked up the pace by degrees. Clear fluid welled from Leopold's cock and ran down over her skin, and a wet, filthy squelch began to sound from the press of flesh on flesh.
"Hahk♡ Unnie… more…"
"More what? Harder? Or faster?"
"Ahhn… faster…!"
"Looks like you like your reward."
Veronica shook her breasts faster, just as he had asked. Every rise and fall of that soft weight made his cock burn hotter. Whenever the head emerged above her cleavage, she would flick her tongue out now and then and give it a light lick — and every time she did, Leopold's whole body jerked.
"U-Unnie, I think I'm going to come…"
"Are you?"
"Nngh…♡!"
She squeezed her breasts together harder and worked them faster still. The glans that had been pink was flushed a deep, angry red now, drooling steadily.
"I can't hold it anymore…!"
Those words tore the last of Leopold's restraint away. His cock convulsed between Veronica's breasts and began to spend itself in violent pulses.
"Hnnngh—♡!"
Hot semen erupted like a fountain. The burst was so fierce that some of it reached all the way to her chin.
"You really came a lot."
She said it as if surprised, but her eyes were bright with satisfaction. Semen kept welling and spilling from him. His legs trembled; his breath came short and ragged. The sudden, draining weakness dropped him back against the wall.
Only then did he start to see what he had just done. Veronica's cleavage was slathered in it. When she let go of her breasts, the sticky spend stretched between them like melted cheese. And still she started putting her bra back on over the mess.
"Wait. At least wipe it off first!"
"What am I supposed to wipe it with?"
"But it'll feel disgusting…"
"I'll wash later. Or would you rather lick it clean?"
"N-no, that's a bit…"
"Then hurry up and get dressed. We've been in here too long."
Veronica fastened her bra, straightened her dress, and then tidied Leopold's clothes as well.
"There. All done. Now let's go buy the things we picked out."
"Yes…"
They stepped out of the fitting room and made for the counter. The clerk smiled at them, utterly unaware.
"Did you find something you liked?"
"Yes. We'll take these."
Veronica set the chosen sets of lingerie on the counter. Leopold had not been able to lift his head since the moment they left the fitting room. The clerk had no idea what had gone on inside — but that did nothing to stop the heat flooding his face.
"That will be one thousand two hundred marks in all."
Veronica drew the money from her purse and paid. The clerk wrapped the lingerie and handed the parcel across.
"Please come again."
"Yes. Thank you."
They left the shop and started back toward the carriage. Leopold kept stealing glances at Veronica's chest. He could not shake the feeling that the musky scent of his own semen was seeping out of her dress.
"What? Is that Veronica?"
"Oh my — Adela. It's been a while."
"Yeah! Because a certain rude noble young lady never shows up even when I invite her to tea parties!"
They were just about to climb into the carriage when an unexpected visitor appeared. The young lady Veronica had called Adela launched straight into a complaint, no greeting, no warning.
"Sorry. I've been so busy taking over as acting head of the house that I didn't even know the invitations had come."
"Don't lie! I've been sending them steadily since before that!"
"Unnie, who is this…?"
"Ah, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Adela. And you?"
Adela had golden hair and blue eyes, the kind of face that belonged on a princess in a fairy tale. The way she talked, though, was a long way from any princess. She sounded more like the commoner-born knight standing at that princess's side.
"Ah — I'm Katrina."
"Katrina! What a pretty name. Do you like tea?"
"No, I don't particularly…"
"That's fine! At a tea party the tea is just a prop for the party anyway. I'd like to invite you to the one next week. How about it?"
"Uh… well…"
Leopold was an introvert. The sort who would rather sit inside with a book than run around out of doors — and he had been that way since he was small. For someone like him, an extrovert's chatter-assault was overwhelming. His mind went completely, dazzlingly blank.
"If you want to invite someone to a tea party, you send a formal invitation."
"I wasn't asking you. And even if I sent one, you'd just ignore it anyway!"
"Ignore it? That's hardly language becoming of a noble."
"Tch!"
I had been a breath away from nodding along with Adela's momentum when Veronica cut in. Her plan having fallen apart, Adela poked out her lower lip and grumbled. Veronica treated her like a nuisance — and yet she did not seem entirely unhappy with the situation. It was a little like watching a cat that had decided to play with its owner.
"By the way, what is that smell?"
"Smell?"
"Something damp and musty. It's coming off you, Veronica."
Adela tucked her pout away and started sniffing in Veronica's direction. I opened my mouth in a panic.
"I-it's hard right now, but if you invite me later, I'll go!"
"Really!?"
The face that had been turned on Veronica whipped around toward me. It was the look of a child who had just been handed their first toy. Adela seized both of my hands.
"You mean that? You have to come, okay?"
"Th-yes. I'll go."
…I had only meant it the way you agree to grab a meal sometime. But it felt as if someone were jabbing a needle into my heart, and I had no choice but to say I would. Just like that, I was going to end up at a tea party that had never been anywhere in my stars.
Veronica only looked down at the two of us, her expression unreadable.
The two of them boarded the carriage and sat for a while in silence, watching the world slide past the window. Leopold was the first to speak.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For accepting the tea party invitation on my own."
"It's fine. It's not as if a date was set. If you want to go, then go."
Silence settled over them again. Veronica was still looking out the window. Was she angry? I had not thought she disliked Adela. If Veronica truly hated someone, she would not ignore their invitation — she would walk in and raise hell in person. Had I read it wrong? I was just about to ask about the two of them when Veronica's mouth opened first.
"She's cute, isn't she?"
"…What?"
"When I'm with Adela, I never get bored. She's a little loud, but still."
"Is that so."
"Mm. So I thought it would be fun, having you and Adela together. But it wasn't."
"Uh… then how did you feel…?"
"…I don't really know either."
Veronica closed her eyes and thought. Up until Leopold and Adela had been talking, she had not felt bad. It was a good thing if your own dog got along with someone else's dog. But when Adela took Leopold's hands — something in her had turned strangely sour. Why had that felt bad? If your toys increased, you were supposed to be pleased.
"We've arrived at the mansion."
Leopold's voice pulled her out of it. The carriage halted, and the two of them stepped down.
"…You don't have to come tonight."
"Really?"
"If you react like that, it makes me want to call you over."
"I wasn't happy about it. I just…"
"I know. See you tomorrow."
Veronica turned toward her rooms. Leopold let out a breath and started for the Detached Villa with the bag of newly purchased lingerie in his hands.
"I'll carry that for you."
"No! It's fine. I can carry it."
A maid offered, but Leopold refused. Once he reached the Detached Villa he tossed the bag aside and collapsed onto the bed. The day had felt impossibly long. And what had happened in that fitting room… just thinking about it made his face burn.
Besides — why had she said he did not have to come tonight? How far was she planning to go tomorrow? Fear kept him twisting under the covers, and sleep would not come.
Veronica, for her part, was having no easier a time of it. What was that feeling she had had, watching Leopold and Adela? And how could she train him even faster? She turned the questions over and over, and added one more book to the pile she had already read that night.
The lingerie date ended by leaving both of them with worries that would keep them awake until morning.