That Lady’s Stalker - Chapter 17
“Would you like to go to the theater together tomorrow? I hear there’s a famous prima donna performing.”
There was no sign of hesitation from Olivia as she asked, fearing he might decline. She simply assumed he would naturally want to join her. It was a confidence rooted in reason.
“No need to ask. Just inform me.”
A smile escaped him. Asher had become hers.
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“Did you see the expressions of the staff?”
Olivia sprawled on the long couch, giggling. Soon enough, rumors might start to spread.
Asher merely chuckled in response, not offering any further words. Instead, he placed her legs on his thighs and removed her shoes.
“What are you doing, Asher?”
They had entered after the performance started, and the prima donna’s voice filled the theater from the stage below.
“I’m worried your feet might hurt.”
“That’s what the maids are for in the evening.”
“I just want to help.”
Asher smiled softly and pressed on the center of her foot.
“Ah…”
Olivia couldn’t help but let out a languid sigh. She hadn’t expected such relief from a mere foot massage. It felt as if her muscles were relaxing to the point that her hair stood on end.
The prima donna’s singing was indeed impressive, and Asher had a knack for giving massages.
Olivia took out the binoculars she had brought. The second-floor balcony offered a good view of the stage, but the distance was slightly uncomfortable.
She held the glasses to her eyes, admiring the prima donna, who looked beautiful despite her shabby clothing, likely due to her role. Her light brown hair shone like gold, framed by a lush green backdrop…
“Ugh…! Asher?”
Just as she was getting lost in her performance and singing, something soft and warm touched her toes before retreating. Surprised, she lifted her upper body slightly to find Asher staring at her intently. He had her big toe in his mouth.
His warm tongue glided over the soft part of her toe. In that moment, blood rushed to Olivia’s face. The hem of her dress had risen, barely covering her private area.
From her perspective, that was the case, but to Asher, her underwear was likely fully visible, especially since one leg was slightly spread due to his hold on her foot.
When their eyes met, Asher gave a subtle smile and moved his lips. Upward, past her instep, brushing over her protruding ankle bone, gliding along her smooth calves, and finally reaching her white thighs.
Olivia’s heart began to race. In contrast to the swelling feeling within her, the prima donna’s song remained calm. Asher’s lips slowly approached the center, and her mouth went dry, involuntarily swallowing hard.
At that moment, Asher, who had been standing right next to the center, suddenly stopped moving and flashed a grin, his eyes wide open. The vulnerable man from the cabin, who had cried during their s-x, was nowhere to be found now.
His breath tickled over Olivia’s underwear. She gathered her fading thoughts and spoke up.
“People is going to see. Here….”
Before Olivia could finish her sentence, Asher brought the binoculars up to her face.
“So keep watch. See if anyone’s looking.”
“Aah….”
As he spoke, his warm breath enveloped the area around her underwear. Olivia gripped the couch’s backrest tightly and surveyed the surroundings through the binoculars.
From the prima donna performing passionately to the floor on the first level and the balcony on the second. The theater was semicircular, allowing a glimpse of the balcony seats positioned on either side of the stage. This meant that someone over there could see them too. She dismissed the thought that anyone on the floor would be mad enough to look up at the balcony.
A wave of fear washed over Olivia. She felt as if someone would catch her and Asher engaging in something secretive.
“Asher, here… ah!”
Asher buried his nose in her underwear and took a deep breath. His high nose pressed against her cl–oris.
His tongue moved fluidly over the fabric, swirling around the opening in a serpentine motion, teasingly brushing against her sensitive area.
“Ugh!”
The dryness born from fear was replaced by a warm dampness below.
Whether it was his saliva or her liquid, her underwear became wet, sticking to her tightly. Her dress had already risen to her waist, and her taut thighs trembled slightly.
“St-stop… I don’t think we should do this here.”
The binoculars had already tumbled onto the carpet beneath them. Olivia pushed Asher’s head away with both hands. He raised his head in response.
A chill rushed in, contrasting the heat that had enveloped her below. As she shivered from the sensation, a peculiar sense of longing washed over her when Asher picked up the fallen binoculars and handed them back to her.
“Liv, you have to keep watching. If other people see you like this, I think I’d really lose it.”
The thought of not doing it never crossed her mind. Her body, and her heart, were yearning for him.
Olivia covered her eyes with her arms. She didn’t care anymore. Whether rumors spread, or people pointed fingers at her, it didn’t matter now.
