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

Chapter 101 - An Elf and a Dragonewt Walk Into a Tent ❤❤❤

After the girls sit down, a brief silence falls onto the tent. Only a tad awkward, I would say. Teffith seems pretty calm and composed as usual and smiles softly when our gazes meet. Meanwhile, Ghilerie is often shooting short glances at the dragonewt while trying to avoid my gaze. A noticeable blush covers her light skin.

She didn't strike me as someone that shy when we spoke about my Class and other stuff back at Selina's place, but talking about it and actually going to do it is different, for sure. Or, there's another reason for that.

I move my gaze onto the elf and reach out to place my hand on hers as she is sitting on her knees and resting her palms on her thighs. Ghilerie's eyes snap to me and she smiles a little shyly.

"If you feel uncomfortable with other people around, there's no need to force yourself to stay here with us. I can always properly give you all my attention alone a bit later," I say.

Ghilerie's eyes widen slightly for a brief moment, which confirms my suspicions, and she gently shakes her head.

"No, it's fine. Sorry for getting a little embarrassed. And thank you for your consideration. I'll be fine after a moment, I'm not that shy. I'm just still a bit surprised that I'm actually going to do it."

Teffith chuckles. "I'm sorry for dragging you into it, Ghilerie."

"Please, don't be, Teffith. To be honest, Alastair's story from back then made me a little curious. You didn't pressure me into anything and I actually appreciate you reaching out to me. I guess it feels a little different since I'm an outsider and to some extent intruding on your time."

"You shouldn't look at it like that. I'm sure you've already realized that Alastair is a very kind and open person just from our recent exchange. He has that weird fetish of trying to understand everyone as best as he can and then help them however he can, especially with being comfortable. Of course, that applies only to those without any malicious thoughts, but I'm fairly sure you don't hold any."

I smile wryly at her remark, partially unable to refute these claims. Certainly, I do like to help when I can, but I wouldn't go as far as calling it a fetish. And hey, I started thinking more about myself recently. To some extent. I guess.

"And on that note," Teffith turns her gaze to me, "I think we should proceed with what we both have come here for instead of boring Alastair with all that unnecessary talk."

"I'm pretty sure talking about your thoughts on this can't be called unnecessary if it lets you be even a bit more comfortable. I'm in no rush anywhere, you know?" I comment.

She glances back at Ghilerie. "See?"

They both chuckle together and I roll my eyes. "I guess you are now comfortable enough."

Teffith scoots closer to my side, still facing me, and pulls my hand into hers. She leads it to her face and softly brushes my palm over the mesmerizing scales covering the external areas of her neck, chin and partially cheeks.

"And? Does the sensation meet your expectations?" She asks with a smile. "You've always wanted to touch them, haven't you?"

I move my fingers over the crimson plates, taking in the bizarre feeling from grazing them. Teffith's scales are smooth and delicate yet at the same time, I can tell that they are quite sturdy. They are slightly colder than her skin, but not by much. Truly, an amazing experience.

"They are as incredible as I thought," I answer, bringing a bigger smile onto her lips.

"There are other places covered with them that you were curious about, aren't there?"

She guides my palm down, onto her shoulder, over her arm, then onto her side while brushing it by her breast, and towards her waist, where she moves it to her thigh and then stops at her underbelly. It's been a journey over the clothes, but I could still feel the faint difference in texture at the areas that she led me through. She knew exactly what she was doing with that sensual trip.