Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 368: Teasing each other at the rooftop?

Lucretia & Lumiere Arc...

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(POV: Lumiere)

I cast my gaze around the sharp surroundings of the gazebo.

What exactly was I searching for...? Lucretia's underwear.

To be honest, I never thought I'd see the day.

I locked eyes with Lucretia, my curiosity piqued.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but it's not like I can sense where your underwear is. So where is it?" I asked her, an impish grin playing on my lips.

I had to force out some form of expression that this attempt if Lucretia's to make me seem more like a pervert was, fun. Of course, I didn't have any problems with holding underwear, I've removed a fair share of them in the span of some months and this includes Bluestella's... So, yeah, I think I wouldn't get so flustered by touching a pair of panties.

Still, that doesn't make me impervious to when a woman tries to make it sexual.

When I was a kid, I even washed the Queen Mother's panties a few times. But, because she didn't make it sexual, I was free from feeling any sort of tension from doing it.

I still regret helping her wash those, because after doing that, Pasiphae started making me wash hers three to four times a week.

Lucretia, perched on the edge of the narrow platform, pointed towards a small table and replied, "You can find them over there. Take a look, it's right on the table."

"Alright then," I responded with a small sigh, approaching the indicated location.

As I retrieved the lacy undergarments, I could feel an unusual warmth emanating from them.

She was right when she said they were warm. I rubbed them in my palm to feel the texture of the underwear, it was definitely high-grade stuff, the material used to make it that is.

I'm sure these cost a lot, but I should buy some for Isadora, Serena and also Senesica too... I'm sure even Bluestella might want to wear something like this. She's not a queen anymore, but she's still deserving of a life of luxury.

"Oh Lumiere~~ where are you with my panties? I'd be scared if you were up to no good with them...I can already imagine the shameless look on your face when you're touching those."

There was definitely a lot of excitement in Lucretia's voice when she said this.

But actually, she was the shameless one!

I only came here thinking she wanted to talk to me about something and yet all she could think of was how to get me to pitch a tent. And yes, it worked quite well because from where I was standing, it wasn't difficult to tell Lucretia had a hot body, and proof of that was how rock I was at the moment.

The rail gun in between my legs were ready to fire at any moment.

"Would you just chill for a moment," I clicked my tongue and walked back into the gazebo.

Pausing for a moment, Lucretia's voice betrayed her amusement as she replied, "I'd be terrified to discover the sinister plots you schemed." Her eyes twinkled, hinting at the humorous pleasure she was experiencing.

Laughing at her playful banter, I assured her, "Relax, I'm on my way," as I strolled back to her holding the lacy undergarments. "Here, is this what you were looking for, Lucretia?" I inquired, offering her the intricately designed black panties.

"Yes," she said in the most ungrateful way possible. "And about time too. My servants can move with better efficiency, you should try that sometime."

Yeah, I'm your servant... Tch, yeah right.

Rather than losing my cool, I smiled at her.

At this point, it was obvious that Lucretia only wanted to get on my nerves. So, if I allowed myself to lose control or get pissed then it'd be her idea of her teasing me and me easily getting emotional about it.

"Yeah, I'm definitely your servant..." I told her.

"Wait... what?" she was surprised. I didn't need to see her facial expression to take note of that; it was written in her voice. "Uhh, yes, of course you are... Uh, my eh, servant."

I nodded slowly as her looked at the back of her neck and then told her, "Then I hope you won't mind that I used these beautiful, warm panties of yours to have a little fun with myself, and to be honest, they're great for the occasional sniffing too."

Just like I thought, Lucretia sharply turned her head my way and there was a furious look on her face. She was pouting as she frowned at me. She looked like a child who's toy was taken because they stayed up too late at night.

"I think you're blowing this whole thing out of proportion. I was just trying to have a little fun."

"Not particularly my idea of a good time," I declared. To emphasize my point, I mischievously dangled the panties in front of her face, teasing, "Take them. Unless you want me to find some other usage for them. And if I do, I promise you it's not gonna be clean when you get them back."

Lucretia swiftly grabbed her underwear and chided me, "Hey, that's not funny!"

I chuckled lightly in response and joked, "Now you know what it's like."

As Lucretia squeezed her fetching lingerie in her tight grasps, her cheeks turned redder by the second. So red that it made her cheeks look like two fleshy cherries.

"Alright that's enough fun for today, just turn away so I can put my panties on in peace...!"

But oh no, I was having way too much fun to stop now.

Playfully, I told her, "You know, with your earlier attitude, I was hoping for the opposite – you telling me to help you with those." To add more sexual tension to the atmosphere, I dropped the sound of my voice to a sexy whisper as I spoke each syllable, "I mean, trust me, I can do a lot more than help you put on your panties."

Winking and clicking my tongue, I enjoyed the flustered expression on Lucretia's face.

Well, to be honest, her facial expression fell in between embarrassed and annoyed.

"Enough! It's only fun when I do it."

I sighed in acquiescence, "Yeah, yeah, whatever,"

I turned away to grant her the privacy she sought to don her heavily provocative underwear.

After Lucretia finished putting on her panties, she finally gave me the go-ahead, saying, "Alright, you can look now."

I turned to see her and found her adorned in a white robe, concealing her once naked body.

(((Why was I hoping that she was going to be wearing only her undergarments...? Keep your thoughts decent, Lumiere...

"Well, well, look who's got a sense of fashion," I teased. "I actually thought you didn't know how to wear clothes when visitors were around."

Lucretia crossed her arms and shot me a playful scowl. "Ha-ha, very funny," she retorted.

I quipped back, "Alright, aside from your glamorous wardrobe and helping you retrieve your unusually lacy panties, what do you need my help with?"

"First of all, they aren't that lacy," said Lucretia.

"They are."

My response was as quick as it was serious. There was no need getting into a debate on how lacy they were.

Lucretia shrugged; her own way of agreeing. "Sure, whatever."

It seemed Lucretia had almost forgotten, pointing to the rooftop exit and reminding me of our destination. "Let's go," she urged.

"Sounds good," I slipped my hands into my pockets and walked alongside her.

Then, out of nowhere, she commented on my hairstyle.

She said, "That's an interesting hairstyle you've got there."

I touched my hair and inquired, "Really? What do you think?"

She responded, "Yeah, it looks kind of charming. I'd say it suits you better than when your hair is longer."

I added, "Yeah, and Silica thinks it makes me look more manly."

Her laughter resonated as she replied, "Well, whoever Silica is, she has no idea what she's talking about."

And then it hit me that I had said Silica's name to Lucretia even without realizing it. If it was Genny, she'd definitely have banished our conversation and focused on interrogating me on who Silica was... Luckily, it seems Lucretia doesn't have that problem.

Or maybe she was just that invested in our conversation.

Lucretia's chuckles sparked a mock offense in me, and I turned away, muttering, "I think it makes me look manlier."

Lucretia's laughter persisted, and she pushed me playfully. "Hey, I was just kidding. You're plenty manly," she assured me.

Unconvinced, I frowned even more.

Her laughter drove her to flex her bicep muscles and tease, "Come on, don't be like that... You're the manliest man out there."

I sighed and told her, "You seem to be enjoying yourself with this..."

"Okay, okay, you win," she conceded and then, falling onto me, she kept laughing.

To prevent us from tumbling, I instinctively held her around the waist, causing her to squeak and leap away in surprise, making me laugh.

She punched me lightly, and as our laughter subsided, we exchanged affectionate smiles.

"Come on," Lucretia gestured with her hand. "Let me show you the fun thing I've been working on recently..."

"Fun thing?" I lifted an eyebrow. "That's awfully vague..."

Lucretia giggled; hers was as soft as a pillow. "I guess it is..."