Cinderella is... the Male Lead? - Chapter 37
“Mmm…”
The next morning, Rona woke to bright sunlight streaming through the curtains. Blinking a few times, she realized the spot next to her was empty. Cinderella, who had woken up first, had likely returned to ‘her’ own room.
Leaning against the headboard, Rona patted her chest over her loose nightgown and sighed. How had things escalated to the point where Cinderella was massaging her bare brxxsts? Thinking about the strange atmosphere of last night made her face flush.
She sprang up and stood in front of the mirror, removing her nightgown. Fortunately, her brxxsts were smooth without any noticeable marks, despite the thorough kneading they had received. She rolled her eyes and then pulled down her panties slightly. There was a dried stain in the center.
‘To have felt it from Cinderella’s touch… I feel guilty. What is this between women?’
Rona quickly pulled up her panties and slapped her cheeks loudly with her palms. Memories of the previous night kept resurfacing.
It had been embarrassing, but it also felt good. Thanks to that, she had slept well.
‘I did hear the hallucinations a little at first, but after the brxxst massage, I didn’t hear them at all.’
Getting a bare-brxxsted massage from Cinderella had been a bit excessive. However, she hadn’t heard the hallucinations afterward and had slept deeply. Whether it was because of the massage or because sleeping together made her feel safe, she wasn’t sure.
‘Maybe I was hearing things because my mind was frail.’
Rona felt she had made the right decision in asking Cinderella for help. After a good night’s sleep, her throbbing head had cleared up. Considering it was just a massage between women, there was no problem.
‘It was a bit blatant, though…’
The blue eyes that had glowed under the reflected light of the bedroom lamp and the hands kneading her chest through her nightgown flashed through her mind. Rona shook her head vigorously, recalling the events of the previous night.
‘But it’s between women, so what? There couldn’t have been any other intention. Cinderella must have been driven by pure curiosity and envy. Of course.’
With her small brxxsts, Cinderella must have been very envious of Rona’s full chest. Thinking back, all her snide comments about there being nothing to see had likely been a twisted expression of that envy.
(At this point, Rona might have suspected Cinderella wasn’t a woman, but due to the fixed ideas formed by the novel, she simply interpreted it as envy.
It wasn’t unreasonable since Cinderella in both the novel and the fairytale was a woman destined to marry prince charming. There was no room for any other suspicion. Even after feeling Cinderella’s chest, which seemed more like a man’s than a woman’s, Rona still staunchly assumed Cinderella was a woman.)
‘Whew. Enough. Stop thinking about it. It’s good that we’ve gotten closer.’
Having had skin contact should mean they were closer now. If she could get closer to Cinderella, what was a brxxst massage? Rona would do even more if it meant getting close to the female lead. Getting close to the female lead was essential to survive and thrive in this world.
Humming a tune, Rona changed into light indoor clothes and headed to the dining room for breakfast.
Cinderella was waiting in the dining room. Dressed in a blue dress, Cinderella’s face looked radiant, like a freshly peeled egg.
Naturally, he seemed to glow since he had indulged in something he had longed for the previous night.
Cinderella greeted Rona with a bright smile.
“Good morning, Sister.”
“Good morning, Cinderella…”
Despite her bold entrance, Rona awkwardly averted her gaze and sat down. She was the only one feeling awkward about the events of the previous night—Cinderella’s face showed no sign of discomfort.
‘She kinda even looks happier?’
Cinderella continued to smile brightly today, just as ‘she’ had yesterday. It was a sincere smile, indicating they had grown closer.
Rona discreetly sipped some water while admiring Cinderella’s appearance. The blue dress made ‘her’ porcelain-like face look even brighter, and ‘her’ braided hair, hanging over ‘her’ shoulder, gave ‘her’ a pure look.
‘How can she be so pretty? If not for her small chest, she’d be perfect. No, with that face, it’s fine even without a chest.’
Soon, a servant brought out their breakfast and left.
In the quiet atmosphere, they continued eating. Rona watched Cinderella’s graceful movements while ‘she’ ate. The events of last night kept bothering her.
‘Is Cinderella really unaffected? She looks so calm. Well, it’s not like last night was a big deal…’
The strange atmosphere, the heat, their heavy breaths—maybe those were just tricks of her memory. Cinderella had probably just touched her chest out of curiosity, and Rona might have overreacted.
Rona concluded that she had let her imagination run wild. That seemed like the right thing to do. Cinderella couldn’t have had any other intentions.
Feeling a strange sensation in her chest, Rona’s lips twitched.
At that moment, Cinderella, having taken a sip of water, looked up.
“Sister, you look much better than yesterday. You seemed to be sleeping deeply this morning, so I didn’t wake you.”
“Ah… Yes, I did sleep well for the first time in a while. Thanks to, um, you.”
Rona patted her cheek with her palm and awkwardly smiled. She did feel her skin was softer than usual, perhaps from sleeping well. Cinderella, staring at Rona’s cheek, gave a strange smile and spoke.
“Now that I think about it, you asked me to sleep beside you because of the hallucinations, right? I didn’t hear any strange crying sounds. The ones you were scared of last night.”
“Ah, I must have been hearing things because my mind was frail lately. Having you by my side helped me sleep well.”
It might have also been because of the brxxst massage.
But Rona swallowed that last part, finding it awkward to say.
“I’m glad to hear that. If you ever need it again, just let me know. I’m not opposed to sleeping together.”
