My Isekai World’s NTR Harem

Chapter -3.

Aleena, noticing Lucien's eagerness to assist her, felt a slight flutter in her heart; she had always yearned for such emotions from Gilbert where he will consistently stood by her, listening and actively helping her, but reality was far from real. As her thoughts wandered, a sudden blush crept onto her face, prompting her to respond, "Well, the chores are finished, but there's something else I need assistance with, though I think it would be best to ask Gilbert when he returns home."

It was a task that required her to be lifted while being embraced; the item she needed was a jar of spices that she had unfortunately placed on the top shelf after asking her husband, and being a bit short, there was no way she could retrieve those jars herself. However, since her husband was always busy and involved with the village chief, she was still waiting for him to assist her.

Lucien, sensing a hint of hesitation in Aleena's eyes, felt compelled to encourage her, "Miss Aleena, you can rely on me for any task; I won't let you down," he said, offering a warm smile that could melt the ice.

Aleena, gazing at Lucien, couldn't help but bite her lower lip; there was a certain hidden feeling bubbling within her as she spoke with this man, who seemed eager to prove something to her. "Well, if you truly want to... could you lift me up to get that jar of spices?"

Lucien glanced at her jiggling bosom in her corset as she pointed to the shelf, where he would need to apply a bit of pressure with his leg to reach the desired object. However, hearing her request for him to lift her, Lucien felt an irresistible urge to do so, but maintaining his composure, he replied, "If lifting a beautiful lady like you is the task, you shouldn't have hesitated, Miss Aleena."

"My... are you trying to tease me?" Aleena said, feeling her heart suddenly racing a bit erratically as she placed her hand on her bosom.

As Lucien caught sight of Aleena's hand pressing against her corset, nestled between her breasts and creating the illusion of two succulent fruits ready for picking, he couldn't resist swallowing hard. A slight tension stirred within him; "If that's how Miss Aleena feels, then I'm teasing you. But beside that all I want to do is to assist you," he murmured, his gaze locked onto hers, his intentions as transparent as water as he took a few gentle steps closer.

Startled by his audacity, Aleena couldn't help but feel intrigued by the direction the conversation was taking. She stared at Lucien for a moment before saying, "Alright, there's no need to wait for Gilbert to return; I'd like to see if you can lift me as effortlessly as my husband used to."

Lucien sensed an underlying meaning in her words, fueled by the flicker of fire in her eyes, but he chose to focus solely on helping and embracing her. With a smile, he gestured for her to stand before him, ready to lift her.

After watching his expression for a moment, Aleena steadied her breath and positioned herself in front of him, allowing Lucien a closer look at her plump rear, that was displayed graciously in front of him. "You can touch me wherever you wish," she offered with a smile, tilting her head slightly back.

Unable to resist, Lucien reached out, his hands trembling with excitement as he finally made contact with her soft, curvy waist through the fabric of her clothing, he felt his hand melting through the fabric of her clothes the moment he touch her waist.

"Here you go, Miss Aleena," Lucien said, lifting her up with ease, feeling a rush of unfamiliar energy surge through inside him as he did.

As he raised her, Aleena felt nearly weightless, her bosom gently bouncing as she reached for a jar perched just beyond her grasp. Suddenly, her legs wrapped around Lucien's waist, as if a snake coiling around its prey, sending a thrilling shiver down his spine.

"Ugh.. Anh." Soft moans escaped her lips as she stretched for the jar, a sound that rewired his senses, pushing him to a heightened state of arousal.

And as her body which was trying hard to reach for the jar brushed against his as she leaned forward, the warmth radiating through her clothes became even more inticing, inviting him in closer.

For a few moments, an unspoken tension lingered between them. Aleena began to sense Lucien's warm breath through the fabric of her attire, enjoying it despite knowing the boundaries. Finally, she grasped the jar and turned to Lucien, flashing it like a trophy. "You can put me down now," she said, grinning gently.

At her words, Lucien slowly lowered her back to the ground, and as her legs unwound from around him, he inadvertently brushed his half-mast shaft against her soft rear, causing her to lock eyes with him for a fleeting moment, questioning if that had just happened.

Her breathing became slightly uneven, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, the outline of her nipples evident through the corset.

Concerned that he might have overstepped as he too felt that his shaft has swiped between her rear like a lucky card, Lucien quickly attempted to change the subject, asking, "Are you planning to make something with this?" hoping that it works for his own good.

The tranquility of Aleena's demeanor shattered, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier closeness. She glanced from the jar back to Lucien, stammering as she said, "Y-Yes, I intend to make something for the village children."

"Then, I will…" Lucien was about to continue when the door swung open suddenly, and a man barged into the house.

"Oh, what are you two doing in the kitchen that close?" a voice calm, yet penetrating arrived in front of them.