Chapter 681 The Meeting With Dorothy And Martina’s Indecency
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
(Hiroya’s POV)
”Huh? Martina?” I asked, my voice barely rising above the damp, breathless air of the greenhouse.
”Yes… This afternoon, with KaoKao, LisLis, and Craig, we were playing together,” Dorothy murmured, her voice soft and dreamy. “And then… mmm…♡”
After dinner, the greenhouse had grown warm and fragrant, the scent of blooming flowers clinging to the air like perfume. The heat seemed to wrap around us, thick and heavy, as if urging us closer together. Dorothy had come to me with a tender smile, her fingers tracing slow patterns on my chest while her breath brushed my ear.
But before long, that gentle mood shifted. Her warmth deepened, her lips brushing over mine with a need I couldn’t ignore. And then, just as things grew more heated, she whispered something unexpected.
”Martina was… in heat.”
My breath caught.
”From that moment on,” Dorothy continued, her voice growing hazy, “Ms. Martina’s behavior… it changed. Mmm… ah…”
Her tone was low and sultry, each word laced with breathless tension as she knelt before me. Her lips pressed to my skin, soft and trembling with emotion, her movements full of care and something deeper.
(After dinner… she left so suddenly…)
I remembered the moment clearly. While talking with Kazumi and Rena about the upcoming magic training camp, Martina had passed by. Her movements were quick, her steps unsure. Her chestnut hair had fluttered as she left the dining hall without a word.
”Tonight… I thought Mr. Hiroya would be with Ms. Kazumi and Ms. Rena,” Dorothy whispered, her fingers tightening gently around me. “Maybe… Ms. Martina thought so too.”
She lowered her head again, lips parting with affection. Each gentle press and motion sent waves through me, stealing the breath from my lungs. The humid air thickened, wrapping around us like silk, making everything feel heavier.
(So she didn’t come to me… she held back, thinking I was already taken.)
”I spent the whole night with Kazumi and Rena yesterday,” I admitted quietly.
Dorothy paused for just a moment, then let out a soft laugh.
”Oh, I see,” she said with a teasing smile.
Her hand moved again, smooth and sure, as she looked up at me. Her expression was that of a confident Elf—graceful and dazzling, yet filled with something deeper. Her eyes shimmered with devotion, but there was strength in them too.
”To get you this worked up and say something like this might be strange,” she whispered, rising to her feet, “but…”
She kissed me, soft and slow. The taste of her lips carried a faint floral sweetness, something that tugged at my chest.
”I want you to go to Ms. Martina first,” she said, still holding me gently. Her voice was kind, with a touch of longing.
She slowly stepped back, reluctant but resolved. In the low light, her pale skin glowed like moonlight, the expression on her face delicate and serene.
”But… Dorothy,” I said, my gaze falling to the mark just below her navel, “that crest…”
The faintly glowing symbol pulsed softly on her skin, a blush of pink that seemed to shimmer with heat. Her breath caught slightly, her cheeks flushed.
”I’m your sl*ve, Master,” she said sweetly. “Even if I’m left alone for a while… the wait only deepens the longing.”
Her smile grew, gentle yet alluring. Her eyes gleamed with emotion that threatened to pull me in, and her scent mixed with the warmth of the greenhouse, swirling in my lungs.
”So when it’s time… love me with everything you have,” she whispered, brushing her lips to my ear. “Hold me close. Make me feel truly yours.”
She leaned in one last time, her soft red hair brushing against my cheek. Our lips met again—deeper, slower. Her kiss was intense yet tender, full of emotion she didn’t put into words. It pulled me in, made me forget everything outside the greenhouse. The kiss lingered, then faded as she slowly pulled away, her gaze filled with warmth and quiet yearning.
With a final look, Dorothy turned and walked toward the greenhouse door. Her silhouette shimmered in the soft light, graceful and silent like a spirit disappearing into the mist. Even as she vanished from sight, the feeling she left behind stayed deep in my chest.
* * *
(Noriss’ POV)
A sliver of morning light slipped through the curtain, casting a soft glow over Ms. Martina’s silhouette as she moved on the bed. The subtle curve of her body stole my breath away.
I forgot to even keep my head down by the window. My heart pounded just from watching her shift under the sheets, her figure barely covered and completely mesmerizing.
Ms. Martina—an elite Thief known for her unmatched skills. If she noticed me now, I was done for.
I poured all my strength into suppressing my presence, holding my breath as I peeked through the narrow crack. Still, no matter how hard I tried to look away, my gaze was drawn to her.
”…Hiroya… just like that… more…”
Her voice slipped out in soft, sweet sighs. It was gentle and dreamy, almost like she was calling out in a half-conscious trance.
Her legs shifted restlessly beneath the sheets, her hips moving as if in search of something. A faint hum echoed in the room—subtle, steady, unnatural. The kind only a certain kind of tool could make. I couldn’t see it directly, but the rhythm was there. Obvious. Unmistakable.
I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to stay silent, even as my chest heaved with every breath.
”Mmm… again…”
Her voice trembled again, paired with the rustle of sheets. Her arms curled over her chest, fingers pressing lightly against herself. From here, I could just barely see the outline of her form in the pale moonlight. It glistened softly against her skin, tracing every curve like it was made of glass.
(Ms. Martina… what are you doing… If you keep this up, I really… I can’t—)
The pressure in my lower stomach rose like a flood I couldn’t stop. My body moved on its own, hands trembling as they tightened. The tension in me reached its peak just as her body suddenly arched in a wide, trembling curve—like a wave had swept her up and over the edge.
”Hiroya… I-I’m… I’m…!”
Her voice echoed through the quiet room, raw and breathless. It pierced straight into my chest, dragging my own instincts with it.
I quickly pressed my hand down, trying to catch the heat that surged out all at once. My jaw clenched tight, struggling not to make a sound. But the trembling wouldn’t stop.
Just then, a sharp knock hit the door.
Knock, knock.
The sound slammed into my heart like a hammer. I jerked back from the window in a panic, my body shaking from the rush. My hand, still wet with sweat and leftover tension, twitched in the air.
Inside the room, the only thing left was the sound of Ms. Martina’s uneven breathing, slowly calming down in the silence.
Notes:
• KaoKao – Kaoru. Asuka’s daughter.
• LisLis – Liselle. Ms. Hanna’s daughter.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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