I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 31 - The Tale of the Dark Elf Princess

I wake up first. Sirgia follows shortly after due to my gentle brushes on her cheeks. She opens her eyes slowly and smiles cutely when she finds me so close to her. She leans even closer and leaves a gentle peck on my lips. I begin tickling her exposed tummy, making her giggle adorably. I can't get enough of this little dwarf.

My jelly girls finish their hibernation too and we take a quick shower together. It gets a bit cramped, but Sirgia uses that as an excuse to rub her naked body against mine after seeing the slimes do it. It's a completely different experience when someone with a real skin does it. I reward her efforts with a few more kisses and we move to the kitchen after dressing up.

We swiftly prepare breakfast and set it in the dining room. The slime girls go to bring our new guests here and I walk to check up on Cornelia. Arriving at the door to her room, I knock a few times. No answer comes. I do it again but louder. Still nothing. I can sense her lying on her bed on the other side, so she must be sleeping deeply.

「I wonder what she wears to sleep.」

With a small smile forming on my lips, I use her lack of response as an excuse to wake her up personally. Let's see how she will react. Stealthily opening the door, I take a peek inside and spot her exactly where I felt her be, lying flat on her belly while semi-covered with sheets.

I step inside and close the door behind me. I haven't checked out this room after she has taken it for herself, so I glance over the interiors with curiosity. Not that much changed. There are lots of papers scattered everywhere though. And some scientific and magical devices here and there. It's slightly dark in here due to the window being almost completely covered with one of the curtains we've ordered recently. No wonder she sleeps so peacefully, barely any sun reaches her spot.

Walking closer to them, I casually uncover the blocked window, without using any sudden movements. A faint groan escapes Cornelia's mouth, but it doesn't seem like she's going to wake up just from that. With this much light, I can finally take a better look at my lovely Ice Queen.

Cornelia lies on the bed with her limbs spread to the sides. Her hair is not being held by the usual accessories and flows freely down her neck and shoulders. As for her clothes, it looks like she's wearing a dark purple negligee. Not the seductive transparent one, just a regular material piece. I bet she has panties in the same fashion.

I sit down on the edge of her bed and stare at the sleeping beauty. She looks so calm. I almost feel like I shouldn't disrupt her peaceful rest. I begin stroking the back of her hand with my finger. There's no visible effect so I move further and circle around her forearm. She rotates it and catches my arm with her hand, still completely asleep.

"Mhhnnn... not now... I need to bathe first..." she whispers some words while fondling my forearm and starting to move it closer to her face. "What do you mean by saying you love my scent... mnnnn... stop... Al..." My hand reaches her face and she starts rubbing them against each other.

Soon, she begins realizing that something is wrong, taking a few sniffs of my hand. I stopped turning my skills off around the girls and instead began my training in controlling them better at low power after resolving myself again, so some sweet scent may be currently surrounding my body. I think it smelled like lilac in her case.

Cornelia starts slowly opening her eyes while blinking a lot. She suddenly stops after locking her gaze with mine and freezes, most likely trying to figure out why my smiling face is present in her room. She moves her eyes to her body, then glances at my hand which is stuffed under her cheek and follows it up my arm to arrive back at my face, with hers getting increasingly red.

If we follow the usual stereotype, then she should start trying to impale me with her ice spears at any moment now. That does not happen though. She just keeps looking at me while her expression reaches a flushed state. I brush my finger over her cheek, making her squirm a little.