I run my gaze over the two women lying next to me as I sit on my knees between them. Ria has a soft, pleasant smile curving her pouty, mature lips, still breathing a little quicker than normal from the short spike in pleasure she experienced not that long ago. Her impressive chest heaves strongly as not a single piece of clothing covers her tender charms.
Meanwhile, Elise has again grabbed her skirt and tries her best to pull it down as much as she can to hide the faint wet spot present on her cute panties. She holds her knees together and stares at me with an apparent blush, often skipping with her eyes to my waist. Nothing surprising with how I stand out between them with my flag raised high and proud like during the national anthem opening up a grand event.
Well, I'm fairly sure this is going to be one.
But before that, I drag myself a bit closer to the adorable, black-haired receptionist and extend my hand to Elise. She regards it with a somewhat unsure and curious gaze and I smile at her warmly to reassure her. Thankfully, with a hint of hesitation, she does take it and lets me pull her up to a sitting position.
I then place my palm over hers, which holds her skirt tightly, and smile once more.
"Getting a little bit aroused is nothing to be ashamed of, especially while working in such an environment."
Elise's cheeks turn a shade darker as she realises that I definitely saw the state of her underwear and she nods shyly. I gently pry her fingers off the soft fabric and move them aside, fixing the crumpled material. She gives me a tiny, appreciative smile while directing her pretty, light brown eyes right back at me. I have to commend her efforts not to stare down with us being this close.
"You don't have to be here if it feels awkward or uncomfortable, no matter what Ria says, okay?" I reach out to delicately set a lock of her black hair behind her small ear. "I'm pretty sure I will have to take care of our accountant friend soon or she will jump at me again and I have a feeling it won't end up as gentle as earlier if that happens."
She lets out a charming giggle and gives Ria a brief glance, who lays on her side while supporting her head with her hand as if posing for a painting. Even though I'm not really a very artistically gifted person, I get a faint urge to grab a piece of paper and try to sketch the mature woman like one of the french girls.
"I... I'm okay..." Elise answers me with a quiet voice.
I return my attention to her. "You sure?" She gives me a slightly more confident nod. "Alright. Considering what Ria said before, don't feel pressured into anything. If you would like to spend some more time together, maybe go out a bunch, or just meet with a bit more privacy, I will gladly accompany you, okay? I honestly think you are pretty and cute so I would be happy to have some fun together, and I don't just mean this."
Elise's face has been calming down gradually but it seems that my words cause it to light up once more as a wide, unbelievably charming smile overtakes her petite lips when she drops her gaze down to escape from mine. And that results in her getting even redder as she turns her eyes right to my member, quickly looking aside and shooting me a few side glances.
"Thank you... Ummm... You know... I think... Ummmm..."
She has some trouble speaking her mind and Ria chuckles from our side.
"And now you can see where the problem lies." The big-tittied accountant raises herself and embraces me from the back, squeezing those amazing cushions into me. "She's always this indecisive and shy about getting a little intimate, no matter how much she looks forward to it. I wanted to give my best friend all the time she needed for this but I'm not as patient as you might think."
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I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)
FantasiAlastair Carter is a 27-year-old marketing and management teacher like many others around the world. Well... maybe besides the fact that he teaches some of that world's prodigies, but it's just a small detail. Even though he loves fantasy novels, he...