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Rasha slowly presented her face to me.

The sight of him holding alcohol in his mouth and reluctantly putting his face in his mouth was cute, so I giggled.

That seems to have stimulated Rasha.

Rasha reached out and grabbed my face and kissed me.

A kiss that is not a kiss while looking at each other’s faces.

My nose brushed.

The lips that Rasha had awkwardly collided with slowly opened, and my lips that were touching them also slowly opened.

Hot liquor slowly flowed past my opened lips.

gulp.

I took the drink and drank it without resistance.

The hot drink and Rasha’s even hotter tongue slightly entered my mouth.

I didn’t mean to, but I tried to touch her mouth too quickly and Rasha opened her mouth with her tongue.

“…Eup!”

And Rasha, who belatedly realized what she had done, opened her eyes wide.

We looked into each other’s eyes.

Rasha’s face was red.

It wasn’t just because the alcohol was strong.

Our lips slowly parted, and I glanced at the drink in my glass as I drank the rest of it.

The proportions are also wrong.

Because it contained a lot of vodka, it was very strong and bitter.

There was no scent of orange juice at all.

Still, I felt it was a little sweet at the same time.

Mainly because of Rasha.

This situation and this atmosphere were sweet.

I couldn’t be this comfortable as I was always in the position of attacking and being attacked.

When I smiled, Rasha took a deep breath as if she had taken a breather.

I thought you were bad at dealing with men.

Rasha acted quite like a fox.

“You drank well.”

I lied shamelessly.

There was one purpose.

“Give me one more drink.”

Because I want to kiss Rasha one more time.

Rasha glared at me a little, perhaps fully aware of my intention, and then turned her gaze to her glass.

Without saying anything, Rasha moved as I intended.

Rasha filled the glass with as much orange juice as was left open, mixed it, and took another sip in her mouth.

And this time he slowly wrapped his arms around my neck.

I wonder if I got a trick this time.

He turned his head and poured the drink deeper into my mouth.

In the process, I mixed my tongue with Rasha as if kissing her.

“Wow…?!”

At first, he pulled his face back as if he was embarrassed, but then he realized that he shouldn’t go against my wishes.

I slowly and timidly accepted my tongue.

It was an awkward kiss.

So I got more excited.

“Wooow…Puh-haaah…Wha, what…”

“Oh, sorry. A little drunk.”

I apologized lightly.

Of course I didn’t get drunk.

After the level of my stamina skill increased, I became unable to get drunk well.

My lips parted, and I sat still and waited for my next drink.

It was originally difficult the first time, but you got used to it after the second or third time.

Rasha now naturally drank alcohol, kissed me, and passed it to my mouth.

In the process, tongues inevitably got mixed up.

“Puhaa…”

Maybe it’s because I’m drinking at a fairly fast pace.

Rasha’s expression began to relax little by little.

“One more drink.”

My request was the same, and Rasha also sipped her drink as she was accustomed to.

When I emptied half of the vodka like that.

Rasha was taking off her coat, exhaling hot breath.

“It’s hot…”

My body heated up and I felt like I couldn’t hold on any longer.

When I took off my coat, the revealing clothes I had been wearing since the auction house were revealed.

The red light illuminated Rasha’s slightly sweaty body.

The light reflected off the sweat, clearly revealing the curves of the body.

Rasha sighed and looked at the ground.

“Phew…”

Maybe he was drunk a lot, but his movements were becoming a little sluggish.

When I saw that, I smiled and said.

“I was satisfied today.”

I meant it.

Rasha’s kiss was awkward.

However, even this clumsy skinship, which I was not skilled at, gave me the pleasure of having my chest tickled.

Rasha looked at my smile and said a little bluntly.

“Of course…”

As if he wasn’t used to alcohol, he seemed to be concentrating all his attention to say that one word properly.

Even a woman who was accustomed to drinking could get drunk by drinking half a bottle of vodka at this pace.

…Now that I think about it, didn’t I actually drink the alcohol and just hand it over?

When I thought about it carefully, it seemed like some alcohol may have passed away while kissing.

Lastly, I asked her for orange juice, not alcohol.

“…Umm…”

Rasha reached out with an annoyed expression and poured some orange juice from the bottle into her mouth.

He came towards me with a flowing gesture and now naturally grabbed my face and kissed me.

He looked completely drunk.

Their tongues entered first through the gap between each other’s open lips.

The orange drink I was expecting didn’t arrive.

Rasha probably drank it because she was drunk.

At this point, it was just a kiss.

Of course, there were no complaints.

“Cold…Aww…”

Each other’s hot breath passed through their mouths.

Even though there was no drink, a slurping sound rang out.

They sucked each other’s tongues and even covered each other’s lips with their lips.

After giving the deepest and deepest kiss I’ve ever had, I became out of breath and walked away from Rasha.

He looked this way with a dazed expression, and then leaned against the sofa.

“Phew… I’m sleepy…”

There was so much going on today, and I was so drunk that I seemed to be drowsy.

It was common for people with rosacea to sleep when drunk.

Rasha seemed to be like that too.

He looked so defenseless.

Seeing him look so defenseless in that outfit made me want to, but I held back.

I still wanted to maintain the position of being attacked.

I poured myself some orange juice and drank it, enjoying the afterglow of the kiss.

“Puh…”

The cool, sweet drink cooled down my hot body.

As expected, I liked soft drinks more than alcohol.

“…”

Rasha seemed to have already fallen asleep, leaning on the sofa.

I forced myself off the sofa and put my coat back on, but even then he didn’t get up.

“…Do I really have to carry him?”

The master has to carry the slave and return to the room.

I was a little surprised, but I decided to take it as it was the first day.

I was quite satisfied too.

I lightly lifted Rasha up and headed to the hotel room.

***

The next morning, I woke up from a deeper sleep than usual.

The bed next to where I had laid Rasha was empty.

It meant that Rasha was already up.

I thought Lashara would wake up later than me because she was quite drunk.

That doesn’t seem to be the case.

I slowly got up and headed to the living room, where I saw her sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.

There was also my coffee on the table.

It was different from what I expected.

I thought Rasha, who woke up before me, would definitely aim for my membership card.

I never thought he would be quietly drinking coffee and waiting for me to wake up.

“Hmm?”

Rasha’s outfit was different from yesterday.

Before I knew it, I was wearing a rather wide T-shirt, and a suitcase I had never seen before was placed next to it.

“What is this?”

“…This is my luggage that I kept with you when I became a slave. It arrived in front of the door.”

It seemed like Rasha’s luggage arrived late.

Now, it was Rasha who used polite language quite naturally.

It was nice to see the swimsuit-like outfit we had seen before, but it wasn’t bad because it felt like we were seeing Rasha in her usual clothes.

If you see stimulating outfits every day, you get used to them.

It didn’t seem like a bad idea to let him wear his own clothes like that for a while.

“…But why do you keep avoiding my eyes?”

From earlier, Rasha had been talking while looking out the hotel window.

I understand why you don’t want to make eye contact with me right now.

If it were yesterday’s Rasha, she would have kept looking at my face, even if only to see what I was thinking.

Today, Rasha rarely shows her face.

Curious about that, I sat down on the sofa and looked at Rasha’s face.

“Wait…wait…”

Rasha’s face was quite red.

I don’t think even Rasha, who was very drunk last night under the red lights, was this red.

I thought there was alcohol in the coffee, but that wasn’t the case.

“It’s because I remember being drunk yesterday and being piggybacked…”

He said it was because he remembered what happened yesterday.

Wait, if you remember being carried on your back.

Could it be that he remembers what happened right before that?

“Do you remember when we kissed?”

“…”

I asked directly, and this time even my ears turned red.

We were stuck in each other’s faces without a drink.

It felt like that memory came to mind.

I laughed as I looked at Rasha, who gave a more honest response than any other response.

“Phew.”

“…”

This kind of reaction is just a kiss.

It seemed like there was a long way to go to completely satisfy me within two weeks.

When I laughed, Rasha blushed even more and bit her lip.

It was fun to tease.

I drank coffee and looked out the window.

Thanks to the cleanly cleaned window, Rasha and I were visible.

Rasha was glancing in this direction while drinking coffee.

[Castle: strangulation, kissing]

Another one was added.

This is a bit unexpected.

Perhaps all of this may be a first for Rasha.

That’s why walls can be built so easily.

“By the way, can you tell me about your younger brother?”

“…Younger brother?”

Rasha asked back with a wary expression.

Even with that look on my face, I had to know.

Why was Rasha’s younger brother not put up for auction right away, unlike Rasha, but put up for a special auction?