The Villainess in the Romance Fantasy Is Strange - Chapter 77



77. A Journey for Two (6)

Leah’s voice was heard from outside the door. I, who had been dazed and soaking wet, only then came to my senses and turned my gaze toward the door.

-Squeak.

The bathroom door opens, and Leah cautiously steps inside. She is not dressed for the outdoors, only wearing a large towel wrapped around her chest.

“… … .”

Rounded shoulders, pale nape.

I blankly stared at Leah’s neck, which was overflowing with feminine charm, quite different from a man’s, and then let out an awkward cough. Leah was also looking at me, but I realized that I was staring too hard.

Leah approaches me as I turn my head awkwardly.

She seemed to be checking the towel placed on her chest, and she pulled it here and there for no reason. Then she came up to my nose and looked around.

“Wow, it has everything… … .”

It can’t just be my imagination that my lips are so dry and my throat feels like it’s about to burst.

I forced myself to tear my gaze away from Leah’s body, pretended to be calm, and then spoke.

“Oh, you’re here.”

… … Correction, he wasn’t calm at all.

“Yeah, were you washing up first?”

But Leah was just as awkward as I was, and she didn’t seem to notice my bashful attitude as she shyly pushed her hair back behind her ears and approached me.

“Oh, there’s no water in the bathtub… … .”

“Oh, sorry. I’ll get you some water now.”

I should have filled the water in the bathtub beforehand. I was so out of it that I forgot to do something I should have done.

I moved in a way that made it look awkward to anyone, and started filling the empty bathtub with water. After about a minute, I checked that the water temperature was right and slowly got up. Since I had locked the stopper, if I left it like that, the water would fill up on its own.

“It’s all done.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“By the way, are the clothes all dry?”

“… … I dried most of it, but I couldn’t dry it all because I didn’t have enough time. I just dried the underwear for now. I think I should dry the outerwear after I wash it.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

So, all that’s left is a quick wash before getting into the bathtub. The only problem is that the shower room is too small for two people.

It’s partly because I’m big, and partly because the shower room itself is narrow. Whatever the reason, there just isn’t enough space for Leah and me to wash each other. We have to be so close together that we have to stand with our feet together.

“It’s too narrow… … .”

I wondered if I was the only one who had such thoughts, as Leah muttered in embarrassment as she glanced at me with one hand on her chest.

“Yes, so… … .”

“… … If we’re going to wash each other, we have to be right next to each other, right?”

“… … .”

The words, ‘It might be uncomfortable, so let’s wash separately… …’ were about to come out, but they quickly went back in.

Instead of saying anything, I went into the shower room first and pushed myself as far back as I could to make room for Leah to come in. Leah approached me, timidly but carefully, and we looked at each other, our skins touching in the shower room that was less than a pyeong (about 1.5 square meters).

“Uh… … . You put your bangs up?”

“Oh, this? It’s getting in the way of my washing… … Does it look weird?”

“No. It suits you well. It’s just that your image is a little different than usual, but this looks good as is… … . Yeah, it definitely looks good. Should I say it feels like a man… … ?”

Leah muttered in a heated voice, reached out her right hand and gently touched my wet bangs.

I closed my eyes for a moment, quietly enjoying the feel of her fingertips. When the speed at which she was stroking me slowed down, I opened my eyes and slightly stretched out my arm.

“… … Because the hair at the back of my ears is visible.”

I smiled, trying to be considerate in my own way, tucking my disheveled hair behind my soft ear.

But it had the opposite effect, as Leah’s cheeks gradually turned red and she looked down shyly.

“… … Ah, uhm.”

“… … .”

Leah, who seems awkward and embarrassed, squirms and avoids my gaze, but she seems especially cute today.

In a passage called the Law of Love that I saw in passing one day, it said, ‘The moment you see someone cute, you must admit that you have become that person’s prisoner.’ Now that I think about it, it seems like that saying was right. But it also doesn’t seem right…

“… …Shall I turn it on?”

I was hesitant and didn’t know what to say. So, I cleared away the floating thoughts and spoke to Leah.

“Just a minute… … . Okay, okay.”

Leah, who was rubbing her body against mine, stretched both her hands up. The towel was slightly disturbed and almost fell down, but fortunately or unfortunately, our bodies were pressed against each other so it didn’t fall and stopped hanging over my chest.

I turned on the water with a strange sense of regret.

Whoosh, hot water starts pouring down. The water stream first wets my hair, then Leah’s hair. Then it wets the back of my neck, then Leah’s chest. It flows down the line of her bouncy chest, and wets her lower abdomen, lower body, and the tips of her feet.

“… … .”

“… … .”

The sight of the water flowing down her smooth body was so beautiful that I just watched in silence. Leah tilted her head slightly upward and stared blankly at my face.

Steam gradually rises inside the narrow shower stall.

… … Was that why? As I looked at Leah, my heart started to beat strangely, and my head felt increasingly hazy.

I felt like if I just stayed still, I would do something bad and cause a big accident without even realizing it. So I forced my tightly shut lips apart and opened my mouth.

“Okay, I’ll start washing up soon.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Please… … .”

I meant to say that I would wash my body, but Leah must have misunderstood and mumbled in embarrassment before lifting the towel that was on her chest.

Bam.

Leah moved her hands around and placed the towel outside the shower stall. I tried to turn my head away so as not to look at her body, but unfortunately, a man’s self-control is not very strong, so my gaze suddenly lowered.

Leah’s body, pure and white, without a single thread.

It looks so soft and smooth that it feels like it’ll burst if you touch it. I unconsciously tried to reach out, but then I realized I was acting crazy and barely managed to stop myself.

“… … .”

Let’s calm down, for real.

“… … Yeah.”

While I was trying to calm my mind, Leah, who was snorting cutely, came closer to me. Her soft and smooth chest touched my abdomen, and I gasped for breath for a moment.

“… … .”

This was my first time feeling a woman’s breasts without any obstacles, and the sensation was so unfamiliar and so pleasant that I had a hard time controlling my emotions.

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I didn’t mean to show off my inexperience, but I felt regretful because I felt like I had shown an extremely pitiful side of myself as a man. Fortunately, Leah didn’t seem to notice and was rubbing her cheek against my chest.

“My chest feels so hard… … Huh, that’s strange.”

“Is it strange?”

“Huh, isn’t it strange? Mine is soft. But Cain’s is hard. I don’t think they’re the same chest.”

“Oh, is that so? I’ve never touched it, so I’m not sure.”

“Huh, uh… … ?”

Leah was startled by what I said without thinking, and then blushed and asked shyly.

“Ma, are you saying you want to touch it?”

“… … .”

I swear to God, I said it without any intention.

But Leah must have heard it as something said with that kind of intention, because when I couldn’t answer, she wrapped her arms around my waist as if questioning me and asked me again.

“Not answering… … ?”

“… … Hmm, what.”

“what?”

“Just a little bit… … ?”

“… … Foot, what is that?”

Leah chuckled at the stammered answer.

Even looking back at myself, I thought it was such a pathetic comment that I felt it was worth it to be laughed at.

Well, I guess I don’t get better at dealing with women or being a sly jerk as time goes by. But who should I blame? I should blame myself for being born this way.

While I was mocking myself inwardly, Leah, who had been laughing quietly, suddenly stopped laughing.

“Then… … . Do you want to touch it?”

“… … .”

My frozen brain suddenly became tense.

Touching her here and saying “yes” is a lowly act. This is because the teacher said that when you have physical contact with a woman, you don’t have to ask for permission verbally.

When you’re being physical with a woman, you need to ask for permission through your body, eyes, and atmosphere… I know this well because I’ve heard about it, but I know it well in my head.

My body, which has absolutely no experience with women, and my breasts were urging me, saying, ‘If not now, then when?’

My head keeps falling for such low-level persuasion.

Since we’re going to touch each other someday anyway, wouldn’t it be better to touch them now? If I raise the threshold for skinship in advance, wouldn’t it be better to touch other parts later on as the flow goes naturally? … These thoughts keep rising from my chest and coming to my mind.

“… … You’re not going to touch it?”

“… … .”

Leah also asks, is it okay to touch it?

I finally came to my senses after having such wicked thoughts.

The way to treat a woman that my teacher taught me. The phrase, ‘Don’t touch her when she wants it. Make her suffer as much as possible…’ came to mind.

… … I think it would be right to just refuse here.

“later.”

“… … Huh?”

“I’ll touch it later.”

“later……?”

“yes.”

Yeah, I held myself together well.

You don’t have to feel too bad about taking a step back now, because it will lead to a step forward later.

“Where is later? … … Idiot.”

“yes?”

“I rejected you once, so today is the end.”

“… … .”

… … But, if you take one step back and two steps forward, isn’t that the same as taking one step forward?

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to wash?”

“Oh, yes… … .”

As Leah urged me to wash my face, I hurriedly squeezed some body wash onto my palm.

Leah, who had been looking at me silently, slightly moved away from me and spread her arms.

“… …Wash me.”