Lucretia & Lumiere Arc...
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(POV: Lumiere)
I cast my gaze around the sharp surroundings of the gazebo.
What exactly was I searching for...? Lucretia's underwear.
To be honest, I never thought I'd see the day.
I locked eyes with Lucretia, my curiosity piqued.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but it's not like I can sense where your underwear is. So where is it?" I asked her, an impish grin playing on my lips.
I had to force out some form of expression that this attempt if Lucretia's to make me seem more like a pervert was, fun. Of course, I didn't have any problems with holding underwear, I've removed a fair share of them in the span of some months and this includes Bluestella's... So, yeah, I think I wouldn't get so flustered by touching a pair of panties.
Still, that doesn't make me impervious to when a woman tries to make it sexual.
When I was a kid, I even washed the Queen Mother's panties a few times. But, because she didn't make it sexual, I was free from feeling any sort of tension from doing it.
I still regret helping her wash those, because after doing that, Pasiphae started making me wash hers three to four times a week.
Lucretia, perched on the edge of the narrow platform, pointed towards a small table and replied, "You can find them over there. Take a look, it's right on the table."
"Alright then," I responded with a small sigh, approaching the indicated location.
As I retrieved the lacy undergarments, I could feel an unusual warmth emanating from them.
She was right when she said they were warm. I rubbed them in my palm to feel the texture of the underwear, it was definitely high-grade stuff, the material used to make it that is.
I'm sure these cost a lot, but I should buy some for Isadora, Serena and also Senesica too... I'm sure even Bluestella might want to wear something like this. She's not a queen anymore, but she's still deserving of a life of luxury.
"Oh Lumiere~~ where are you with my panties? I'd be scared if you were up to no good with them...I can already imagine the shameless look on your face when you're touching those."
There was definitely a lot of excitement in Lucretia's voice when she said this.
But actually, she was the shameless one!
I only came here thinking she wanted to talk to me about something and yet all she could think of was how to get me to pitch a tent. And yes, it worked quite well because from where I was standing, it wasn't difficult to tell Lucretia had a hot body, and proof of that was how rock I was at the moment.
The rail gun in between my legs were ready to fire at any moment.
"Would you just chill for a moment," I clicked my tongue and walked back into the gazebo.
Pausing for a moment, Lucretia's voice betrayed her amusement as she replied, "I'd be terrified to discover the sinister plots you schemed." Her eyes twinkled, hinting at the humorous pleasure she was experiencing.
Laughing at her playful banter, I assured her, "Relax, I'm on my way," as I strolled back to her holding the lacy undergarments. "Here, is this what you were looking for, Lucretia?" I inquired, offering her the intricately designed black panties.
I quipped back, "Alright, aside from your glamorous wardrobe and helping you retrieve your unusually lacy panties, what do you need my help with?"
"First of all, they aren't that lacy," said Lucretia.
"They are."
My response was as quick as it was serious. There was no need getting into a debate on how lacy they were.
Lucretia shrugged; her own way of agreeing. "Sure, whatever."
It seemed Lucretia had almost forgotten, pointing to the rooftop exit and reminding me of our destination. "Let's go," she urged.
"Sounds good," I slipped my hands into my pockets and walked alongside her.
Then, out of nowhere, she commented on my hairstyle.
She said, "That's an interesting hairstyle you've got there."
I touched my hair and inquired, "Really? What do you think?"
She responded, "Yeah, it looks kind of charming. I'd say it suits you better than when your hair is longer."
I added, "Yeah, and Silica thinks it makes me look more manly."
Her laughter resonated as she replied, "Well, whoever Silica is, she has no idea what she's talking about."
And then it hit me that I had said Silica's name to Lucretia even without realizing it. If it was Genny, she'd definitely have banished our conversation and focused on interrogating me on who Silica was... Luckily, it seems Lucretia doesn't have that problem.
Or maybe she was just that invested in our conversation.
Lucretia's chuckles sparked a mock offense in me, and I turned away, muttering, "I think it makes me look manlier."
Lucretia's laughter persisted, and she pushed me playfully. "Hey, I was just kidding. You're plenty manly," she assured me.
Unconvinced, I frowned even more.
Her laughter drove her to flex her bicep muscles and tease, "Come on, don't be like that... You're the manliest man out there."
I sighed and told her, "You seem to be enjoying yourself with this..."
"Okay, okay, you win," she conceded and then, falling onto me, she kept laughing.
To prevent us from tumbling, I instinctively held her around the waist, causing her to squeak and leap away in surprise, making me laugh.
She punched me lightly, and as our laughter subsided, we exchanged affectionate smiles.
"Come on," Lucretia gestured with her hand. "Let me show you the fun thing I've been working on recently..."
"Fun thing?" I lifted an eyebrow. "That's awfully vague..."
Lucretia giggled; hers was as soft as a pillow. "I guess it is..."