Chapter 25.2

“What? Why?”

“Ha. I’d rather just take you there.”

Valérez let out a deep sigh and lifted me up as if it couldn’t be helped. He carried me out of the laundry bin, and then looked back at me with his arms pressed against my body.

“What’s the point, I’m not going.”

“You have to give me your arm to support me, right?”

He didn’t seem to understand for a second.

Valérez, who froze like a wooden doll at my words, then put out his arm with a lukewarm attitude.

“Thank you.”

I grabbed his arm and pulled it between my breasts. His already firm forearm flexed as if it would burst his shirt at that short touch.

Press it. Press it down.

Recalling the fact that he loved glamor, I tightened my grip around his forearms so that he could feel my chest fully. I did it to seduce him, but my breathing began to run out instead.

His arms, exposed under short sleeves, looked smooth as if they had melted molasses. My areolas rubbed between wet cloth and his thick forearms, that I couldn’t grasp even with both hands. My mouth went dry at the thrill of my nipples stiffening.

Soon, Valérez stopped walking and looked back at me.

“…my lady.”

Oops. Did I get caught?

I was going to secretly work on it because I thought he’d feel repulsed if I seduced him too openly.

I watched his expressing, rolling my eyes as I thought my trick had failed.

“Why? Why?”

“Just get on my back.”

Fortunately, Valérez didn’t seem to have noticed my ulterior motive. Carefully removing my arm from him, he turned around and showed me his back.

“Oh, it’s fine if I just continue walking with you.”

“No. Please get up. I’d rather carry you on my back.”

Valérez’s voice was half a whisper. I stared at his begging back and opened my mouth.

“Because I’m wet.”

At my words, Valérez’s back stiffened.

“…What?”

I closed my eyes halfway as his head spun like a creaking wooden doll.

“What did you just say?”

He seemed to think that he misheard what I said.

“I said I was wet.”

“…Uh. That. That.”

Valérez stuttered with his words like a broken phonograph, unable to deny or confirm what I said.

Did I tease him too much?

Seeing him stutter so much, I hurriedly said, “Your back will get wet from my drenched clothes, will that be okay with you?”

“Ah. That, yes. Wet with water… it’s damp…”

He’d probably cry if I teased him a little more.

I shrugged my shoulders at Valérez’s red face, which looked like it could burst into tears at any given moment.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll get on your back.”

“Yes, yes.”

At my words, his head turned forward. I jumped on his back and hugged him with all my might.

‘Fool,’ I thought to myself, ‘I’m sure this would feel much better than supporting me walking.’

As I warned him, the water dripping from my wet shirt flowed down Valérez’s back. Pretending to be worried about his clothes, I fumbled around his hard chest.

His buttonless shirt was wide open, so I could reach and touch his smooth bare chest without much effort. His chest, covered with well-knit muscles like a sculpture, trembled.

His areolas, exposed to the air and as stiff as my nipples, rubbed against my forearm. When I touched him pretending not to know, Valérez let out a soft moan.

“Lord Ares is going to get all wet, too. What should I do?”

I made a wailing sound and moved my bottom where Valérez’s hand touched. Then, as he was heading back to the mansion, he stopped.

“…really, I’m going batshit crazy.”

‘No, don’t turn around holding it in, just get a move on!’

I gathered all my patience and blew a fain sight into Valérez’s ears. He was clearly holding back his lust for me.

“Lord Ares?”

His shoulders flinched at my sweet voice. Aaah! He let out a long sigh with his eyes closed as if he couldn’t take it anymore. He started muttering in such a small voice that I couldn’t hear.

“…with the East Sea.”

Wondering what he was saying, I poked my head forward to listen closely. His eyelashes, long and delicate enough to collect sunlight, were fluttering.

“Mount Baekdu…”

Dry and worn out?

I was amazed when the familiar lyrics came out of Valérez’s mouth.

How did he know the Korean national anthem? There’s no limit to this game being Korean after all.

“Hoo, there we go. Let’s go now.”

Valérez, a virgin man of will, had to regain his composure again. A man who wasn’t worthy of his nickname, started to move.

“Lord Ares, wait a minute.”

Unable to give up this opportunity, I opened my mouth and disturbed him as he tried to concentrate only on the thought of supporting me.

“Can you hold my butt a little tighter?”

“…why?”

“I’m afraid I might fall off because you’re holding it too roughly.”

That wasn’t really the case, but it was just a little scary. Valérez was holding me so gently, almost straddling me, that it wouldn’t be strange if he missed me at any moment.

“All right.”

“Closer!”

Valérez bit his teeth and tightened his grip at my request.

“Like this?”

I groaned satisfactorily at Valérez clenching his hands on me.

“Huh.”

I wish I could just lay down like a dog and fuck him right here. Even though his hands were far from touching it, I started to get wet to the point where it was slippery underneath.

“…my lady, are you kidding me right now?”