Side Story 1 (Part 2)

‘Why did it have to rain all week?’

Due to the rain that poured nonstop for an entire week, their departure was delayed by a day or two, and they ended up leaving only on the day of the event. Who would have thought the weather would become such a hindrance?

Internally lamenting to the sky, which seemed unnecessarily resentful, Olivie met Robin’s gaze.

He still had a face full of dissatisfaction, but what could be done? The situation was as it was.

So, to soothe him, she lightly pecked his lips and released them.

“So, just bear with it a little.”

“……”

Yes, no matter how irresistibly charming Robin was, and no matter how weak she was to his tempting gestures, she had to distinguish between right and wrong.

And it was also necessary to give Robin, who considered such matters trivial, a sense of caution.

‘Well, he’s the kind of person who once ruined someone else’s debutante. It’s not like he’s someone who would care about such things.’

‘Fifteen is too young for a kiss.’

‘Come back when you’re older.’

‘I’ll do whatever you ask then, whether it’s a kiss or anything else.’

Suddenly recalling the rejection from that day, Olivie took a deep breath. Remembering the embarrassment of that day made her feel her ears turning red. 

Well, in the end, he did everything she asked for, so there were no remaining complaints.

However, she couldn’t stand by and watch as he ignored Fiona’s debutante. After all, he was going to be the head of the Tanner family.

‘I need to keep my wits about me.’

With that, she squinted her eyes and gave him a final warning.

“No seducing.”

“……”

Robin’s face revealed an expression of extreme displ*asure at her words. 

However, seeing that Olivie showed no sign of yielding, he said, 

“Alright.” 

With a long sigh, he leaned back from his forward position. Then he extended his hand with his palm facing upwards, showing a bit of defiance. 

Seeing this childish side of him, which only she could see, Olivie chuckled.

“Patience is learned this way, Lord Tanner.”

Then, pressing his thigh firmly, she stood up.

“……”

Robin narrowed his eyes at her clearly provocative action. But Olivie deliberately feigned ignorance and turned her head away.

For some reason, she felt like the winner. Humming a little tune, she turned to sit down on the chair.

“If you sit like that, it will wrinkle, Madame.”

Robin, who stopped Olivie, pointed downward with his hand.

“Your dress, I mean.”

As he said, she noticed the hem of her dress was bunched up on the chair. If she had sat down like that, she would have wasted a lot of time straightening the wrinkles, just as Robin mentioned. Olivie twisted her body slightly and pulled the skirt down.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Madame.”

As Olivie lightly tapped her clothes and looked at Robin, he gave a slight nod. Suppressing a smirk at his courteous gesture, Olivie playfully touched the tip of his nose.

“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet, don’t you know?”

“Hmm, you’ll regret saying that.”

“Then I take it back.”

Robin tilted his head, eyes gleaming. As she grinned at his expression and turned her head, the sound of the carriage wheels rattling over the gravel reached her ears.

Surely not.

‘It can’t be another jolt, can it?’

If it was just rolling over small stones, it was fine.

Worried about another big jolt that might make her fall, Olivie cautiously placed her hand on the top of the carriage. Just as she was trying to sit down slowly, making sure her dress wouldn’t wrinkle—

“Be careful!”

“……!”

At the coachman’s urgent shout, the carriage lurched heavily to the right. 

Of course. 

“Ah!” 

The rattling noise was a bonus. It seemed the wheels hit a large stone they couldn’t avoid, causing a big jolt before rolling over it with a rattling sound. 

And Olivie’s condition was…

“……”

The hand she placed on the carriage top provided no support. Losing balance, she swayed helplessly, only to be caught in his firm grip and lightly settled onto his sturdy thigh. It was almost like being held in a princess carry. How it fit so perfectly, like it was meant to be, was beyond her.

Of course, it was because he pulled her in, but to an outsider, it might look like Olivie was teasing Robin, much to her chagrin. But Olivie didn’t have the luxury to worry about that now. Instead, her mind was filled with the thought of getting out of this situation quickly, so she tried to laugh it off with a forced chuckle.

“Haha. Lots of stones, aren’t there?”

However, she noticed a hint of greed flicker in Robin’s gaze as he watched her attempt to brush it off.

His look was reminiscent of the return of a devil, causing Olivie to swallow dryly. She began to subtly move her hips to slip out of his embrace.

“This time, I won’t let you.”

Robin wrapped one arm around Olivie’s waist. His remaining left hand slipped under her skirt.

“……”

It all happened in an instant. But Robin acted as if this was all too familiar, sliding his hand up the side of her thigh and pulling her toward him.

‘This is bad.’

Olivie broke into a cold sweat. The lust she felt from his fingertips was unmistakable.

‘In this state, I’ll have to endure at least two hours of this.’

But even two hours, let alone ten minutes, were not an option right now. So she glanced at Robin with a pitiful expression.

However…

“You’re the one who touched me first.”

His gaze was resolute. He looked at her with an expression that seemed to say he was the one deserving of pity.

There was no lie in his words. From the moment Olivie had touched his thigh, his ar*usal had been evident, making its presence known quite clearly beneath her.

Still, hoping to stop him, Olivie gave him one last look.

“O-Oppa.”

Robin lifted his head as he slid his hand up the side of her thigh.

“No.”

Watching Robin shake his head with a gentle voice, Olivie bit her lip. Even as the thought of “What should I do now?” echoed in her mind, Robin’s touch, grazing over the skin of her thigh, sent a tingle through her lower abdomen.

“Hmm.”

She thought she should refuse, but as she barely suppressed a moan, she turned her head.

“……”

However, Robin was already staring at Olivie with an expression that seemed to have reached its limit. It was as if he was asking for permission with his gaze.

‘Again.’

His eyes, which seemed to hand her the reins, were annoying. But it was also true that she loved that expression of his.

The disheveled blue eyes, devoid of sharpness, with reddened corners.

‘Seriously.’

He was a man she couldn’t hate. She wrapped her arms around his neck, which was tinged with red spots on his white skin.

“Cunning.”

Honestly, with him looking up at her with those eyes, how could she not accept him? Even when she was angry with him, just one look from those eyes would melt her anger away.

“It’s unfair.”

Despite her whining words, Olivie cupped his cheeks, tilted her head back, and kissed him. The familiar scent of cigars filled her mouth as the kiss descended from above.

The dizziness from the thrill made her vision spin.

“Ha.”

Her breath quickened, and her heart pounded rapidly.

Yet, as if unable to release each other’s breath, they continued to pull and suck on each other’s lips repeatedly.

“Ha.”

“Ha.”

Between breaths, as his lips slightly parted, Olivie gasped for air. Meanwhile, his fingertips, which had been caressing her thigh, began to explore more intimate areas.

“……!”

With a bit of force, he spread her legs, causing one of Olivie’s legs to fall open beneath his knee. It was a lewd position, to say the least. Olivie looked up at him with trembling eyes.

“…….”

Her eyes were just as flushed red as his.

“Ha.”

Perhaps due to the overwhelming breath, Robin bit his lower lip as he saw the red hue spreading over her neck. He captured her lips, gently biting and licking her swollen red lips with his tongue, making Olivie’s body tremble slightly.

In response to her compliant reaction, he spread her thighs a bit more and gently scratched her plump, swollen l*bia with the hooked tip of his index finger.

“Hmm.”

At that moment.

“Haah.”

Despite knowing she shouldn’t, and when she should have pushed him away, a delighted moan escaped from Olivie’s slightly tilted head.

Indeed, Robin was too irresistible.

He knew all too well how to make her cry in his arms, and escaping his grasp was utterly impossible from the start.

“Hmm.”