Cinderella is... the Male Lead? - Chapter 46
Just then, Cinderella picked up a pair of underwear and gave a meaningful smile.
“This is how I used your underwear.”
A rustling sound was heard. What was Cinderella trying to do now?
Rona, unable to contain her curiosity, looked down and gasped sharply.
Cinderella lifted his skirt and… revealed a fully erxct pillar.
The sight of his massive, dark red organ seemed out of place with Cinderella’s delicate face. The pulsating, veined s***t twitched under Rona’s gaze, a drop of clear fluid trickling down its length.
Rona couldn’t bring herself to close her mouth as she stared at Cinderella’s manhood. It was the first time she had ever seen a man’s, but surprisingly, she didn’t feel repulsed. The thought of that entering her made her feel a bit queasy, but also a strange sense of anticipation made her swallow again.
‘No, what am I thinking…’
Rona gulped repeatedly, holding her breath, afraid Cinderella would hear the sound.
Then, Cinderella wrapped Rona’s underwear around the s***t. He stifled a laugh at Rona’s comically wide-eyed expression and began to move his hand slowly. A low moan escaped his red lips.
“Ah, it feels good.”
“Cin… Cinderella…”
Rona couldn’t believe what was happening before her eyes. Just yesterday, hadn’t she ordered clothes and accessories to help Cinderella prepare for the ball? And today, she was watching Cinderella mxstxrbating with her underwear?
She couldn’t reconcile the beautiful face above with the monstrous weapon below. It all felt like a dream. To confirm it was reality, she pinched her arm. The pain assured her it was.
“Mngh—”
Cinderella, with a slightly furrowed brow, squeezed his arousal harder. The small underwear moved up and down along with his hand. He suddenly leaned his forehead against Rona’s shoulder, his voice hoarse with strain.
“Haa… Does this make you uncomfortable?”
“Not at all… I mean, no?”
Surprisingly, she didn’t feel uncomfortable. It was just the rapid escalation of the situation that left her dumbfounded. She had sneaked into the attic and been caught—Cinderella had every right to be angry and scold her.
‘Could he possibly know I was trying to con him?’
If he knew, he would have every right to kill her on the spot. But that didn’t seem to be the case. He wasn’t angry. Instead, he was just so damn horny…
Rona shook her head, and Cinderella rubbed his forehead against her shoulder, raising his eyes and parting his lips.
“Ah, haa… Then, show me your t!ts.”
“What? Ti-t!ts?”
Rona instinctively raised her hands to cover her chest. A large hand landed gently on hers, seeking permission.
“Yes. If I see your boobs, I think I’ll finish quickly.”
“Um… I…”
As Rona hesitated, Cinderella’s hand slid beneath hers, prompting her to grab it in shock. Cinderella grumbled in a dissatisfied tone.
“You let me touch them plenty last time. Why not now?”
“That was different…”
Cinderella’s tone grew sharper. He had always spoken formally, but having caught Rona snooping in the attic and with his gender revealed, he had no reason to hold back.
As Rona hesitated, Cinderella said something that made her jaw drop.
“You read my diary, didn’t you? But you won’t show me your brxxsts?”
“H-How did you find out… S-Sorry, Cinderella. It just happened…”
The hostile air made Rona’s breath catch in her throat. How had he known she had read his diary? Had she left some clue? Cinderella, watching her nervous eyes dart around, smiled darkly.
“Shouldn’t we be fair? If you’re sorry, show me your t!ts.”
“Uh, th-then just looking…”
“Thank you, Sister.” (Unnie)
Overwhelmed by just how far the situation had escalated, Rona gave in without realizing it. Cinderella smiled brightly and expressed gratitude. Despite the tense situation, the peculiar friction sound of fabric against skin tickled her ears, as Cinderella continued to stroke the engorged member.
But the hand squeezing the member paused for a moment. Cinderella stared at Rona as if wondering what she was doing.
The situation was confusing, but one thing was clear: Rona shouldn’t provoke Cinderella.
Unable to endure the pressure from Cinderella’s gaze, Rona shut her eyes tightly and took off her dress. Her rounded shoulders were fully exposed, and her modest brxxsts, contained in her undergarments, came into view. The pressure of Cinderella’s gaze didn’t cease, so Rona hesitated before undoing her underwear straps.
Her ample brxxsts spilled out from their confines. Bathed in the sunlight streaming through the attic window, her pale brxxsts shone even fairer.
Lying down, her brxxsts spread wide like soft plates. Cinderella, observing Rona’s brxxsts blankly, let out a hot sigh and suddenly bowed down.
While staring at the dust floating in the air, Rona, seeking an escape from reality, jerked her waist when she felt the hot, wet sensation enveloping her chest.
