Master, May I Suck It Up? (Lisrene)

Chapter 39

A cold breeze continued to blow over the past few days. Lisa was still sweet, handsome, and sly, but how could Irene describe it? There's an ambiguous awkwardness. Wasn't she strangely distant and less clingy? She didn't even rush in first, nor did she push Irene to the point of fainting. Yes, a number of things had declined.

'It's frustrating.'

The sun was bright and strong, but somehow Irene felt as unpleasant as if a damp duvet covered her during the rainy season.

However, it also became difficult to ask why or what the problem was. Lisa smiled with affection, gently kissed her, and spoke in a soft tone as she had always done. Dozens of times a day, Irene asked if she was uncomfortable, even bringing things she liked, but on the surface, she remained unchanged, even showing the same affection as before.

'But it's oddly unpleasant.'

She opened a book she wasn't even going to read and stole glances at Lisa. A sigh leaked out; this vague suffocating air was too much for Irene to ignore. So Lisa asked what was going on:

"Is something troubling you?"

Lisa's voice that promptly inquired after Irene's small sigh was infinitely tender. Oddly enough, that made Irene even more annoyed.

"No."

Irene wanted to yell immediately: 'It's you! You!' But Irene swallowed her impulse and shook her head. Then, upon seeing Lisa grin as if she was relieved and continuing to do what she was doing before, Irene grinded her teeth so hard her jaw was about to crack.

'That's it! That needlessly cool attitude.'

The cause of her chagrin and emotional turmoil became clear. Typically, no matter how small it was, Lisa would run straight up to Irene and ask what the problem was and why- as if the world would collapse- even offering, 'Master, would you like to touch my hair?'

No matter how much she had reprimanded Lisa for offering-how could Lisa cease so abruptly, and what did it mean?

Come to think of it-Lisa went out more often these days. There were many excuses. We're out of fruit. I'll buy dinner.

It was annoying. Usually, numerous errands were completed in one outing, but Lisa did them one by one instead of all at once.

Irene frowned as Lisa bit into a fresh apple that she had bought this morning.

'Something is going on.'

It was the same this morning. Usually, Irene was unaware because she often overslept, but there was no warmth beside her in the bed at dawn when she happened to wake up. She waited with open eyes just in case, but only when the sun was high in the sky did Lisa come back.

Lisa bought back bread and apples for breakfast.

Even if Lisa had baked the bread herself and picked apples from the orchard, she wouldn't have taken so long. Was there any store open at dawn in the first place? Irene's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Whether she didn't understand the expression on Irene's face or whether she knew and pretended not to know, Lisa, who had cleaned up, was getting ready to go out as usual.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get lunch. Didn't you say stew was delicious back then? It might take a long time to even get your favorite dessert. Anyway, I'll be back by lunchtime."

"I see."

Was this the same person that had refused to leave her side even for a bath? Now she could not wait to go out. Irene couldn't even scoff because the change was so amazingly drastic-first, she went out in the morning and did not come back until lunch, and now she found something else to busy her for a long time in town.

"Then, I'll be back."

Despite her clipped reply, Lisa ignored it, kissed her like a sweet lover, and bided her farewell. As soon as Lisa stepped out of the door, Irene puffed her cheeks in anger and quietly followed her.

'I need to know what the hell you are doing.'

Irene followed her with a persistent gaze. She kept her distance so as not to be noticed and followed Lisa's back as she stepped away from the crow. She was enchanted involuntarily.

'Lisa-my Lisa. My beautiful Lisa.'

Even though she was far away, Lisa looked great because she was one or two heads taller than others. But, no, regardless of her height, she didn't look like she was in the same league as ordinary people.

Unlike when Lisa was in her annex, her neatly swept up hair revealed her straight forehead and well-honed, blade-like nose. The thick eyebrows and deep eyes shone brightly even from afar. Now, because Lisa was wearing clothes that fit her, her figure shined through and earned admiration. Her lightly tanned skin matched the warm sunlight of Faustino, and her strong muscles moving beneath the cloth were subtly showing off their existence.

'Why are you so unnecessarily handsome? Ugh, useless.'

Irene, who noticed the surroundings after completing her appraisal to her satisfaction, suddenly became displeased. It was because of all the stares on Lisa.

'Indeed, people can't help but look. She's dashing.'

Everyone that walked past Lisa looked back. Some stole glances, others grinned, and a couple even stared openly in disbelief. Most eyes contained the regard for appreciating an outstanding work of art, but some of them looked at Lisa's body with the same eyes as Irene's. Those eyes were greedy, as if they wanted to jump into her broad chest at any moment and swallow her whole. Irene narrowed her forehead with a frown.

But Lisa was unfazed, as if it was something she was used to, and seemed absorbed in getting to her destination. Even at the blushing faces and the gazes of approaching women, she didn't spare a single glance and just passed by with a blank expression. Seeing the women's disappointment, Irene smiled.

'Aim for her next life. Because in this life she is mine.'

Those people would never know for the rest of their lives: How this seemingly indifferent woman fell apart in front of her- how she groans and how she begs. And how good she is.

Irene's heart filled with secret pride.

But her satisfaction did not last long.

'Look at this-this femme fatale fire fox!'

A woman with long, orange hair came from a distance, sticking out her inflated breasts. She approached Lisa with a smile and skillfully rubbed her body against Lisa as she spoke to her. It wasn't something she had done just once or twice.