Lucretia & Lumiere Arc
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(POV: Lumiere)
I strolled over to Lucretia's gazebo, where her servant was diligently applying oil to her naked body.
Yeah, you heard right. Naked.
As I approached, I calmly greeted and called her na, "Yo, Lucretia."
But she barely acknowledged , responding with a nonchalant "Hm?" as if she didn't realize I was there. But then again, it made sense since she was laying flat on the platform and her face was facing the other side. I actually planned to use a calr approach so that she'd freak out when she saw casually looking at her naked body.
It was disappointing that she reacted in a much more levelheaded manner, almost like she wasn't naked. If she had a thing for , she'd definitely have a problem with looking at her body, and last ti in the cave, she was flustered when I took a peek at her breasts... Or maybe It's because she was still vulnerable after the attack of that Frost Lich.
And there was also one other possibility... She planned this.
I sighed.
"Is this... a bad ti? I could always co back later."
I suggested, hoping she might have other plans; or at least that's what I wanted her to think.
Lucretia chuckled softly. I could painfully hear the amusent in that posh English voice of hers.
"Do I not have the liberty to be naked in my own ho, or is that a problem?" she teased, observing my verbal reaction as her servant continued to work, lathering the fragrant oil on her skin.
Her skin got shinier by the second and it got oddly stimulating.
She still couldn't see my face, and casually inquired, "No response? Flustered, are we?"
I shook my head, trying to maintain my composure. "No, I'm not." I assured her.
"That's rich," Lucretia laughed mischievously.
As her servant gently massaged her back, she playfully quipped, "Or do powerful won scare you?"
I chuckled softly, eting her gaze. "I've known a few powerful won in my ti, so I guess I'm immune to it," I admitted. "Besides, let's not forget that I'm the bastard child of the King; I've lived under the roof of the King's four wives, who were all 'more' powerful and influential won."
I was sure I saw Lucretia twitch for just a short mont. If I could see her face, I'd be able to discern her emotions, but for so reason that statent easily irked her... Sigh, won.
"Oh, I see," she cooed.
An awkward pause followed before she spoke again, this ti in a more sincere tone.
"Let's just take that as a poorly tid joke."
I agreed, feeling the tension ease. "Sure, no problem."
She was right actually, that was an absolute joke, and whether or not she ant it as one (which she obviously didn't) mattered very little. I agree that Lucretia does have so impressive skills that makes her likely one of the more powerful won in her generation... But that was it.
If we went on a more general comparison, she'd be more like the bottom of the barrel.
Lucretia cleared her throat. "It's quite the surprise to see you here. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" she asked, genuinely curious.
That was what killed the most, she tried so hard to sound genuinely curious. I already felt myself slowly gritting my teeth out of frustration.
I just looked at her incredulously.
"You invited here, for heaven's sake!" I exclaid.
She chuckled. "I suppose you're right."
Even if she conceded, I could already tell that she was wearing that cheeky little grin of hers.
I cleared my throat and then said, "Could you please put so clothes on so that we could talk? I can't really have a conversation with soone who isn't even looking at ."
"Is that so?" she retorted. "Though, I'm certain you're enjoying the view, aren't you?"
Lucretia then replied in a slightly cheeky and oddly smug voice "Is that so?"
I already knew she was wearing that usual smug smirk of hers, all nobles had that so exact smile. Whenever they'd climbed to a decent stage of magic or maybe managed to learn a new elent they'd get unending praise for what you could consider— an "okay" feat.
Because those praises, they'd let it go to their head and start wearing one particular smirk... Like they were special.
I'm not gonna call nas but Salmarc uses that stupid smirk a little too much. If I could just get the chance to cauterize it off his face with my [Fire Magic] then trust I would!
I hadn't noticed that I was already gathering mana in my tightly squeezed fist.
But then, Lucretia dropped a random complint on herself out of nowhere.
"You must certainly be enjoying staring at my naked ass. And yet you're eager to have remove wear my clothes, perhaps you don't enjoy looking at them?"
"I d—" I had almost answered instinctively as my cheeks grew hotter by the minute.
The servant who was oiling Lucretia's buttocks then looked at with what I could only call a judging stare. It was as though she was saying in her mind that I was so sort of perverted acquaintance of hers.
She's the type to say 'how tasteless' after every sexually awkward encounter with a man. Then again, I'm built different so I'm mostly the only one, or at least one of the very few who experiences sexually awkward encounters on a daily basis... Sigh.
I nervously shifted my gaze and cleared my throat before telling her, "What? No, I wasn't looking."
With a sarcastic chuckle, Lucretia replied, "Sure."
Seeking to steer the conversation in another direction, I questioned, "Are we going to keep playing gas or will you tell why you invited to your company?"
Lucretia dismissed my inquiry with a wave of her hand, "Blah, blah, blah. Stop whining unnecessarily; it's unbefitting of a man."
My patience waned, and I retorted sarcastically, "Oh, like you know what a man wants."
In response, Lucretia called to her servant, "Mina, that's enough. I wish to speak with my guest."
I looked at the servant in question.
Oh, so her na's Mina...
Mina respectfully acknowledged Lucretia and then retreated from the rooftop, leaving us alone.
However, even with her servant gone, Lucretia remained relaxed, her gaze was still purposely fixed away from mine.
"Are you planning on taking this serious or not?" I prompted, frustrated.
Lucretia chuckled and quipped, "Can you get my panties?"
"Eh?"
In my life, I'd never heard such a more scandalous question, and I'd heard quite a lot— after all, I knew Isadora.
I faltered at her request, seeking clarification, "Wait, what did you just say?"
"I need your help with getting my panties," She comfortably explainedu, adding, "Or do you have a problem with that?"
Wary of her intentions, I cautioned, "There's a lot of problems when it cos to getting a woman's panties for her. Are you sure this isn't a trap?"
Why am I the only one that has to get caught up in the most awkward encounters, why do they always have to he so lewd damn it! Can't I just be a normal guy, having one normal day?! Curse you, [Beginner's Luck] I bla this all on you...
Expectedly, Lucretia still remained calm about her request.
"Co on, there's nothing wrong with that, I just need your help to get sothing I can slip my naked body into... You'd be doing a huge, huge favor~~"
I hesitated, "Well, before now you didn't have a problem flaunting that nakedness."
Growing agitated, Lucretia raised her voice, "Don't make it sound like I'm a whore! I don't usually do this; you're the only man who's seen this way. Not even my hus..." she paused abruptly and then retraced her words. "Nevermind."
Chastened, I backtracked, "I didn't an it that way."
"Nevermind, just get them for , please?" Lucretia impatiently asked.
Now, the only thing I was painfully praying for, was that these panties of hers weren't freshly worn, please, let it be a fresh pair.
"Sure," I accepted her request for "help".
But then, I asked her a strange question that even I didn't know the reason I'd done it.
"The panties you need to bring, were they worn or is it a fresh one?"
Lucretia chuckled, "Hm, you sound eager... To know~~" I heard her deliberately slow, chuckling voice. "Well, I'll tell you now, I just wore them... So I'm sure they're still as hot as when I removed them, I always get a little hot in-between my legs, but you can't bla right? I'm a woman after all."
Yep, I'm screwed.
I sighed and then told her, "You sound like you're enjoying this.."
"Huh? Why whatever do you an?" she faked a clueless response with that half-assed acting of hers. "I'm rely a woman who seeks to reunite with her panties... Or forever naked I shall remain."
She's talking like those nobles that use super archaic English...
"Whatever," I told her.
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