Chapter 153
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
We finished our errands and headed together to the Silver Orchid Inn.
It was either a late lunch or an early dinner.
So far, Iris and Arisa had barely experienced eating at street stalls.
Being daughters of nobility, it was only natural they avoided the risks involved.
They’d refrained from street food, eating instead the light provisions packed for the journey… but since the three of us had no errands after today, we decided to have a proper meal at a trustworthy place.
We chose the Silver Orchid Inn because Iris had stayed there before, and as the name suggested, it was connected to the Silver Orchid company—so it was reliable.
The inn was quiet, probably because it was still early for dinner, and a free waiter soon noticed us.
”Welcome back. It’s been a while,” said Nina.
”Yeah, long time no see,” I replied.
Nina, the woman who greeted us, was involved with Silver Orchid and sometimes entered dungeons on missions.
When we used the Silver Orchid’s dungeon base, she had been assigned to monitor whether I could safely escort Iris.
Usually, she worked at this inn, and today she was staffing the dining hall and tavern. She recognized Iris but eyed the unfamiliar face.
”And who might this be?” she asked.
Arisa picked up the introduction. “Ah, she’s my older sister… Arisa.”
Nina frowned briefly at that.
Though she hadn’t been told Iris was noble, the representative Shirley had assigned her to monitor Iris. It was easy to guess Iris was someone important—and that her sister, Arisa, was too.
Nina seemed to wonder why someone like that was added to their roster but quickly masked it with a smile and asked about our visit.
”I’m Nina. Nice to meet you. Are you here for a meal? Or a room?” she asked.
”For food. But somewhere out of sight, if possible,” Iris said.
”All right. This way.”
Nina led us to a booth at the back. Once seated, we asked Iris—who frequented this place most—for recommendations and ordered.
When the food arrived and we finished eating, we paid and left.
* * *
By the time we left the Silver Orchid Inn, dusk had fallen. The town thrummed with people finishing their work as we made our way back to the apartment.
”Hmm…” Arisa frowned.
She was annoyed because tonight I had promised to keep Ms. Sakura company.
She wasn’t selling herself, so Arisa accepted the act itself—but that didn’t mean she approved of losing time with me.
Well… since it was a personal matter, I couldn’t explain Ms. Sakura’s eavesdropping habit. I just insisted I had a prior engagement.
That was why she looked displeased, but I soothed her with, “Next time, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
”Oh, fine,” she muttered.
Arisa’s mood improved enough to smile faintly as she followed Iris back to their room.
I knocked on my manager’s office door.
knock knock knock
thud
”Y-yes!” Ms. Sakura’s voice came with a noise, and the door swung open.
clack
”Ah, um… w-welcome,” she said.
”Something wrong?” I asked.
”No, not really. Just…” She opened the door wider as if scanning the room.
creak
She stepped out, wearing a heavy coat.
”Were you going out?” I asked.
”No, not exactly… Please, come in.”
”Thanks. Sorry to bother you.”
Inside was my office, with her personal room beyond.
slam, clack
”Right this way.”
Ms. Sakura shut the door, locked it, and led me inside.
Once inside, she asked nervously, “Is… this okay?”
”Well, it’s the thought that counts.”
”Then…”
She fidgeted, slid off her coat, which fell to the floor.
Beneath it, she wore only a string thong.
Blushing deeply, she looked at me expectantly.
”What do you think?” she asked.
I hesitated. A Japanese-looking girl, nearly naked, with modest but clearly visible breasts… waiting for me like that.
The answer was obvious.
I set down my bag and stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder.
”Would you rather I say it or show it?”
Understanding, she shook her head.
”No… actions, please.”
”Then… hm.”
I kissed her.
She paused for a moment, then wrapped her hands around my back.
”Mmm… lick.”
”Mm, nnh… slurp.”
I ran my tongue along her lips, and Ms. Sakura accepted, tangling her own tongue with mine.
I slid my hands around her back, stroking downward.
slip slip… squeeze
”Mmm♪”
My hand reached her soft bottom with no resistance, and she responded with a quiet moan.
At the same time, through her clothes, her nipples pressed against me, hardening in anticipation.
smack smooch… slurp
”Mm… huff.”
Unfamiliar with this, she pulled away and took a deep breath.
”A-also, the bed. And Mr. Koji…”
”Yes, of course.”
She meant I should undress. I had no objections and followed her to the bed.
By the bedside, I stripped off my clothes with a soft rustle and slide.
Swoosh, pat.
Ms. Sakura watched silently, her gaze steady. When I stood before her in nothing but my undershirt, she embraced me again.
”Mr. Koji!” she exclaimed.
Whoosh, squeeze.
She pressed against me, warmth radiating as she moved in rhythm. I lifted her gently, cradling her; our movements aligned.
Squish, squish.
”Mmm, ahh, Mr. Kojiiii…” she whispered, breathless.
Her reaction left no doubt. One hand on her shoulder, I slid the other to her side, drawing her closer.
Brush.
”Hiii!” she gasped.
Twitch.
Her excitement was sharp, breaths short. Startled by the touch, she suddenly grabbed my hand.
Grasp.
”Haa, haa, haa… I need this now, please,” she pleaded.
After two months of waiting, her patience had snapped. I had no intent to delay. Gently, I guided her to the bed.
Creak.
”Haa, haa… hurry, right here,” she urged.
Slide… slip.
On the bed, she adjusted deliberately, inviting.
”Then…” she said softly.
Creak.
I joined her, sliding beside her and teasing her arm. She leaned in, smiling brightly.
I squeezed her hand, pressing gently, then leaned closer.
Thrust.
Squish, squish.
”Mmm… haa haa…” she breathed.
Rock, rock.
Squish, slip.
Ms. Sakura writhed playfully, laughter filling the room. Though I could have stopped, I asked.
”Is it okay…?” I whispered.
”Yes!” she confirmed.
Thrust, slip.
”Whoa,” I murmured.
Without hesitation, she snuggled closer, her joy contagious.
Cuddle.
”Ah!? Aaaaaah!” she cried.
Creak, creak, creak…
Thump, thump, thump…
”Aah, haa…” she gasped.
Moments in, Ms. Sakura glowed with happiness, boundless energy shining through. She took the lead, confident despite her inexperience.
”Haaa… giggle…” she teased.
Squish, squish, squish.
Leaning down, she whispered playfully, rhythm steady but stamina novice.
”Phew. Maybe we should… take a break?” I suggested.
”No, nooo!” she insisted.
Thump, thump.
Her laughter grew with each word. Concerned, I tried again.
”But you should at least… rest a bit—”
She cut me off.
”Or are you… tired already? I’m just getting started!”
Matching her spirit, I flipped her gently onto her back.
Whoosh.
”Eep!? W-what’s—” she stammered.
Vroom.
Thump, thump, thump.
”Hiii!? Aaaaaah!” she shrieked.
Now on top, I tickled her playfully. Her laughter spilled out.
”Ah! This—stop—!” she laughed.
Vroom.
Thump, thump, thump.
”Aaaah!”
Ms. Sakura squirmed, joy overwhelming. Sensing her delight, I launched the final playful move.
Vroom, vroom, vroom!
Thump, thump, thump!
”Ah! Aaaah… ah?” she gasped.
Her body froze, then convulsed with laughter.
Jolt!
”Aaaaah!!!”
”Ugh,” I groaned.
Her laughter infected me; I couldn’t help but join in.
* * *
”Aah… gasp…” she breathed.
Twitch, twitch.
For a while, Ms. Sakura lay giggling, catching her breath. The bed was a mess—an escape inevitable.
I admitted I’d pushed the playfulness too far.
But she needed to know: this moment was about joy—not overhearing others.
As she calmed, something felt off.
”…Huh?”
Snap, glance.
She sat up, scanning frantically, then clutched her head, muttering. Her words shocked me.
”Am I… in Japan? No, Orlando… Was I… lost… or… found?”
”Huh!?” I asked.
Japan? Could she be a kindred spirit?
I wanted answers but her confusion ran deep. I waited, letting her gather herself.
Notes:
• Arisa – Alicia’s (Iris’ sister) fake name.
• Iris – The first collaborator to request a curse-breaking item.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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