Third Person’s POV
It will be a four-day field trip.
Working as a maid, Agatha knew it was impossible for her boss to allow her to go. More than that, Agatha and Lanceil hadn’t met again after the night she confessed.
Lanceil was busy at work again – a reality that would not change.
“Hey.”
Agatha looked at Vincent. When was the last time she saw him? When he was searching for the orange juice Agatha drank accidentally. Vincent hardly comes because he stayed at his friend’s apartment.
“You came back from the review center?” he asked.
“I did.”
“You’re late.”
“I always come back late. That is my schedule.”
“Wasn’t it hard? Working and studying at the same time?”
Agatha scowled. Why is he being so kind these past few days?
“It is hard. So, if you may excuse me. I wanted to go in my room and rest.”
“Wait.”
“What?”
“Were you the one who stored orange juice in the fridge?”
‘That’s why he’s kind. He was thankful,’ having these thoughts, Agatha answered, “Yeah. I felt bad for drinking it without your consent. But I swear I had no idea it was yours.”
“Idiot. The juice is really for her,” Vincent whispered, but Agatha didn’t hear him.
“What did you say?”
“If you bought those juice for me, then make sure I will the only one who can drink it.”
“Huh?”
Just when she thought he was entering society as a normal human being, Vincent was uttering nonsense again.
“I don’t want to share what’s mine. So, don’t let my brother drink my juice.”
Agatha looked to the side and recalled the night she accidentally confessed to Lanceil. She remembered that Lanceil already took one juice. And her expression gave away.
“Don’t tell me, you already gave one to my brother?” the quick-witted Vincent tossed a sharp question.
Agatha cocked at him and scoffed. “It’s just juice. And I bought a lot. I even used my remaining allowance.”
“BUT THAT’S MINE! EVEN IF YOU LIKE MY BROTHER, YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”
The two of them went in silence after Vincent dropped the truth.
“And now, you aren’t denying it,” he said in a low voice.
Embarrassed, Agatha lowered her head, caressed her arms, and bit her lower lip. Her shy appearance captivated Vincent, and his heart beats fast.
“What’s there to deny? You already knew it from the start,” she mumbled.
Vincent felt a pang in his heart. He never knew that one-sided-affection would be this painful. But he had to endure it.
“After one month, I will leave this place.”
Agatha’s eyes sparkled as she looked back at Vincent.
“You couldn’t even hide your happiness, huh?” he asked, annoyed.
“I am not smiling.”
“Should I go and get you a mirror?” He sighed as he brushed his hair upward. “Before I go, can I ask you a question?”
Feeling elated, Agatha agreed. “What is it?”
“Are you a virgin?”
Agatha’s nape turned hot. Will Vincent irritate her even during his last month in this house?
“If you are, I need to warn you about my brother. If you wanted to have a s*x with him, then you should think twice.”
An apparent expression of dissatisfaction spread across Vincent’s face. His brows furrowed distastefully as he inhaled sharply. He seemed to be trying to put up with it somehow.
“He has a big… you know. Big thing down there.”
Agatha’s clarity of mind left her piece by piece as the fever grew. She had to shut Vincent, but weirdly, she was entertaining the idea inside her head. After all, she had seen how big Lanceil was.
“The first time is very painful,” Vincent said while clenching his fists. “You’ll be taken to hospital and stay there for one week just to recover.”
“It’s w-weird that I am talking things like this with his brother.”
“Our relationship was odd enough.”
That’s true. Vincent knew her real colors, and they talked lewd things even from before.
“Then, if you don’t suggest I do i-it with him, what should I do? Get someone to do it first?”
Suddenly, the pupils of his eyes had constricted severely. They looked like the eyes of a ravenous beast. Allison caught the scent of lust wafting from her, and she shivered automatically.
“W-What? I was j-joking…” She stepped back.
As Vincent approached her, Agatha’s eyes wandered downward and what she saw made her gasp.
‘He’s having an er*ction?’
She couldn’t believe how hot-blooded Vincent was, that a simple conversation would arouse him. If only she knew how many times Vincent had rampaged her ass in his imagination, she would not be that surprised.
Standing before her, a short grown escaped from him.
“Why do you have to strike me in my vulnerable spot?” he asked, his voice dropped an octave.
When Agatha joked that she would find someone to do it first, the first thing that came into Vincent’s mind was: ‘Maybe, I can help her stretch her tight wall before brother will.’
He was trying to hold back his desire, but she wasn’t helping at all.
“I w-was joking. You told me that it was big!”
“What’s big?”
Vincent and Agatha’s hearts fell out of their chests as they turned around to Lanceil, who had just come back from work.
“What are you guys talking about?” Lanceil interrogated.