Chapter 772: A Night with Rachel
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 772: A Night with Rachel
Sara’s sudden ambush made my heart drop a little, but it seemed she had no intention of making things more difficult for me.
No. In this case, should I see it as her stopping her teasing not for my sake, but for Rachel’s?
After all, she’d gone out of her way to give me tonight. If her teasing made the atmosphere between me and Rachel awkward, it would all be for nothing.
Anyway, I somehow managed to get through dinner unscathed, but the incidents continued even after the meal was over.
“Thank you for the meal. It was truly delicious.”
Perhaps still not used to the mansion, Rachel thanked Diana after finishing her food.
“Rachel. You’re not a guest.”
“Ah, r-right.”
When I pointed it out, Rachel blushed slightly and took a sip of her tea as if to cover it up.
Was she trying to hide her face with the teacup? How cute.
Up to that point, it was just a heartwarming little incident, showing that Rachel still hadn’t fully realized she’d moved into the mansion.
The real problem came next.
“Well then, everyone, I have to be at work early tomorrow morning, so I’ll be excusing myself first.”
Without giving me so much as a glance to come to her room, Rachel finished her after-dinner tea and went straight back to her room.
Completely caught off guard by Rachel’s sudden departure from the dining room without any prior hint, I could only stare blankly at her retreating back for a moment.
“Sara. You did tell Rachel you were giving me tonight, right?”
“No, I didn’t. You idiot.”
I checked with Sara just in case, but as expected, the only answer I got was that she had told her properly.
Didn’t she just say she didn’t?
That’s just Sara being Sara.
Would my already jealous Sara ever give a straight answer to a question like that?
Just look at that pouting, sulking expression. I’m telling you, she definitely told her.
But if that’s the case, how am I supposed to interpret Rachel’s behavior? It was the same this afternoon.
Was it not just a rehearsal for tonight? Is there really something else going on?
“I’m going to head out too. Good night, everyone.”
It would be faster to follow Rachel and find out than to sit here worrying about it.
I said my goodbyes to the girls and hurriedly left the dining room to follow her.
I ran straight to her room, but even though she had only just left, I couldn’t catch a glimpse of her back by the time I arrived.
That would be impossible if she had walked at a normal pace.
Then again, it didn’t seem likely that she would use that excuse to leave and then go somewhere other than her room.
The only other place would be the bathroom, but when she came for dinner, her hair was already damp, as if she’d already bathed.
Well, I guess I’ll start by knocking.
“Rachel. Do you have a moment?”
I spoke on the assumption that she was in the room, but there was no answer.
“R-Rachel?”
Did she really go somewhere else?
“Come in.”
Just as I thought that, Rachel’s voice finally came from inside the room.
What was that pause just now?
And the moment I stepped into the room, I was struck by a fresh realization.
Rachel, who always works hard to make up for her weakness in improvisation, was a true empress of events.
The room was dimly lit only by candles placed here and there, the magical light orb left off.
Crimson rose petals were scattered across the bed.
And in the middle of it all, clad in lingerie, was Rachel, half-reclining and looking at me with a soft smile.
She had one leg bent and slightly crossed over the other, so I couldn’t see the details of her lingerie, but it was clearly a design I hadn’t seen among the things she was unpacking earlier today.
When on earth did she prepare all this… It must have been when I went to see Felicia. Yes. I’m sorry.
“Hehe. Why are you just standing there blankly? By the door.”
As I stood there speechless at her perfect appearance, she chuckled and beckoned to me.
Even that single gesture was so sexy, as if perfectly calculated, that I felt a slight shiver run down my spine.
So this is her at her most serious.
Her actions yesterday, right after we entered the motel, were also prepared in advance, but yesterday’s start was just too sudden.
She wouldn’t have expected me to come up from the dungeon then.
Because of that, for a pre-planned play, she showed moments of fluster.
But today was different.
Prepared perfectly from the very beginning, her expression never faltered as she seduced me, looking every bit the part of an experienced older woman.
As if controlled by her gesture, I approached the bed. Her lingerie, which I could finally see clearly, was yet another design that perfectly stimulated a man’s heart.
The jet-black lingerie contrasted with her snow-white skin, seeming to emphasize her pussyy body even more.
Moreover, the design was quite unique.
The lingerie, which used a lot of straps, had no shoulder straps like a normal bra.
Instead, she wore something like a choker around her neck, and a strap connected from it to hold up the bra supporting her large breasts.
The strap running straight from her neck to her chest was, naturally, pulled taut in a straight line, not resting against her skin.
Because this design supported her breasts from above, lifting them slightly as if to emphasize their size, the hollow between her collarbone and chest was accentuated, making the taut strap stand out even more.
And that taut strap visually conveyed the sheer weight of her large breasts perfectly.
So much so that I felt the urge to slip a finger in there and pluck the strap.
And from the center of the lingerie, another strap extended straight down.
N-No way… does this connect to the panties…?
“Are you just going to keep staring?”
As I tried to lower my gaze to her lower body, she slightly shifted the angle of her bent leg, completely hiding her private parts behind her alluring thigh.
“Looking at me, isn’t there something you want to do?”
“You’re incredibly beautiful.”
“Oh my, hehe. Thank you. But that’s not what I meant.”
She smiled, looking pleased, but her gaze was slightly provocative.
“Not something you want to say, but something you want to do?”
“So, you’re saying I can do whatever I want?”
“Yes… go ahead.”
The moment she gave her permission, I immediately slipped my finger into the hollow between her collarbone and chest where the strap was suspended, pulled it gently, and let go.
With a jiggle, her breasts, which were entirely supported by that strap, rippled grandly.
Perfect. A perfect movement.
“Oh my… hehe.”
It seemed that even Rachel hadn’t expected me to do that; for the first time since I’d entered the room, her eyes widened in a surprised expression.
Still, perhaps because she’d had plenty of time to prepare today, she didn’t stay flustered and immediately smiled at me again.
“Is that all you want to do?”
With those words, she gently took my wrist and guided my hand to rest on her breast.
Squish. A soft sensation filled my palm, as if my hand would sink right in.
“Yesterday… I was a bit selfish. So today… Guwon, it’s okay for you to do whatever you want to me.”
No. She definitely took the lead at first yesterday, but in the end, I think I was the one who did as I pleased.
Naturally, I didn’t voice such a rebuttal.
With my free hand, I immediately supported the back of her neck, leaned down, and gave her a deep kiss.
“Nngh…?!”
I couldn’t bring myself to remove the hand resting on her breast, but I didn’t move my fingers to caress her either, focusing solely on our kiss for several minutes.
“I love you.”
Only when it became a little hard to breathe did I finally break the kiss, look straight into her eyes, and say those words.
I truly, desperately meant it.
Thinking about everything she must have done since this afternoon to prepare all this, I couldn’t help but feel that way.
And here I was, completely oblivious to her feelings, thinking I had some free time and should get some work done, so I went and had sex with another woman.
It had been a long time since I’d felt so pathetic about my own actions.
“…R-Really…”
My actions were filled with sincerity and atonement, but unaware of the circumstances, Rachel seemed even more surprised by this than when I’d plucked her bra strap. The look of an experienced woman completely vanished from her face as she stared at me blankly.
She had probably expected me to pounce on her the moment she acted like this.
“Really… you always exceed my imagination…”
“I can take that as a compliment, right?”
“Hehe. Yes.”
She nodded once, wrapped her arms around my neck, and this time, initiated a kiss herself.
“Then tonight, shall we just stay like this?”
“No. Wait a minute.”
I couldn’t help but be flustered by her words following the light kiss.
But before I could finish, she kissed me again.
This time, too, it was a peck, our lips just barely touching before pulling away.
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, but…” No, I really don’t dislike it. But, you’ve prepared so much, right? It would be a waste to let all that effort go to nothing, wouldn’t it?
“Hehe. I’m just kidding.”
Looking at my troubled expression with amusement, she said that after a brief silence and gave me a light kiss on the tip of my nose.
“Now, do as you please.”
With that, she once again leaned back on the bed, half-reclining.
Seeing her completely defenseless posture, ready to accept me, I found it hard to hold back any longer.
This time, I finally moved the hand resting on her breast, savoring its soft texture, and slowly lowered my other hand toward her lower body.
I traced the strap that ran down from the center of her bra.
My hand followed the strap past her slender abdomen and went lower, and I felt for her panties… her panties… huh? Wait? I can’t feel any panties?
I mean, even from a glance, the coverage of her underwear seemed small, but wait a minute, now that I think about it, wasn’t there nothing visible on her hips?
If she were wearing panties, it’s impossible that I wouldn’t have seen anything there…
“Mmm…”
As I thought this, I moved my hand a little further down the strap and touched her vulva.
However, it was through a thin strip of cloth.
And that cloth was, of course….
Realizing this, I finally lowered my gaze and got a proper look at her lower body.
This time, she seemed to have no intention of hiding it, leaving her legs uncrossed so I could see everything clearly.
And only then could I finally see what kind of underwear she was wearing on her lower half.
No. Could you even call this underwear?
It was just a strap. Literally, just a strap.
The strap that ran down the center of her body from the middle of her chest was what was covering her vulva.
The strap, narrower than my finger, widened slightly just below her lower abdomen, barely covering her pink flesh before continuing along her curves toward her rear.
…How on earth is this thing held in place?
Driven by curiosity, I moved my hand past her vulva and further down, and only then did I fully understand its structure.
After passing her vulva and reaching her rear, the strap became slightly thicker, and its hardened end—stiffened with something inside—was wedged between her butt cheeks.
In other words, it was held in place by a structure similar to a C-string.