Chapter 361: Blindfold
"Finally! We got him inside."
The whisper came from somewhere nearby.
"Yes. Looks like no one saw us."
"That was terrifying. Couldn’t we have just asked him to come?"
"He would’ve made some excuse and disappeared again."
Olivia.
Lor recognized her voice immediately.
There was a brief silence.
"I’m tired..."
"You were excited when you heard the idea."
"I was excited then. This is different."
"It was kind of exciting, though."
"Shh!"
Olivia lowered her voice.
"He can hear us."
Lor kept his eyes shut.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Three voices.
Olivia.
Lia.
And Sophia.
So this was their plan.
A kidnapping.
A terribly executed kidnapping.
He almost laughed.
The gag tasted like clean cloth. The blindfold was tight enough that light only leaked in at the edges. His wrists were bound behind his back. Not badly. Not well either. If he wanted out, he could be out. He did not want out yet.
"But we’ll have to reveal ourselves eventually, right?"
"Whatever. Shut up."
Olivia’s voice rose just enough to betray her frustration.
Lor smiled beneath the gag.
They’re so bad at kidnapping.
He felt someone move closer.
A shadow crossed the light at the edge of the cloth. The floor creaked.
Perfume. Something light, the kind Olivia wore, sat close enough that he could tell which girl had come in first.
Then—
The blindfold was pulled away.
Light immediately flooded his vision.
Lor squinted.
For several seconds, everything was nothing more than blurry shapes and sunlight.
The room was bright. Daylight poured through large glass panes, illuminating the wooden floor and the furniture around him.
He blinked.
Once.
Twice.
His vision slowly cleared.
The first thing he saw was—
A pair of legs.
Tight black pants.
Thick thighs.
The cloth sat snug from hip to knee. Every crease showed. When she shifted her weight, the fabric pulled under each cheek and the faint line of her panties cut across the top.
Lor’s eyebrows rose slightly.
Then he looked higher.
The light blue blouse stretched across her chest, buttons under a little strain when she breathed. Short wavy brown hair. Hazel eyes watching him like she had already rehearsed this moment and it was still going wrong.
Olivia.
Of course.
I got home-delivered.
The thought almost made him laugh.
It was strangely fitting.
Every time he’d thought about visiting Olivia, something had managed to distract him.
Apparently, she’d finally decided to solve the problem herself.
He tested his arms.
They didn’t move.
His hands were tied behind his back.
Well.
They’d at least put some effort into the kidnapping.
Lor looked around dramatically.
The gag made the next part less clean than he wanted. He worked his jaw until the cloth slipped enough to talk.
"Oliva?! Why!? Where am I?!"
Olivia visibly flinched.
The blouse pulled tighter when her shoulders jumped.
"Hi, Lor..."
She crouched slightly so she was closer to his eye level.
The light blue blouse dipped at the neck. The inner curve of both breasts showed for a breath before she tugged the fabric up with two fingers, ears already pink.
"Don’t panic. It’s just me."
"But why Olivia?"
"I’m sorry, Lor. I had to bring you here like this."
Lor stared at her.
"You could have called me."
"I tried!"
"You could have asked."
"You said you’d come to my house when you had time."
"I did."
"You never came."
Lor paused.
Olivia folded her arms.
"Every time I came to your house, your mother said you were out."
"...Oh."
"So?"
Lor looked away.
"...That does sound like my fault."
"It is."
A second voice came from behind Olivia.
"Yes, it definitely is."
Lia stepped into view.
Red curls. Freckles across her shoulders. The dress she had on sat low enough that the generous swell of her chest moved when she walked.
The skirt clung to her plush thighs. She had a smug little smile on her face.
Lor raised an eyebrow.
"Lia?"
"Don’t act surprised. You promised you’d help us too."
Sophia appeared beside her.
Blonde twin tails. Blue eyes. Petite frame.
The short skirt she wore left most of her thighs bare. Her jacket was still a little crooked from the walk, or from shoving a boy down in an alley.
She crossed her arms, though her expression was much less threatening than she probably intended. The fold of her arms only made how small her chest was more obvious under the jacket.
Three girls.
One house.
One very suspicious situation.
Lor looked between them.
"Where am I?"
"My house," Lia answered.
She gestured casually around the room.
"My parents are out of town for the weekend. They have some business work."
Lor’s eyes wandered around the familiar interior.
Lia’s house.
Sun through the big panes. Wooden floor. The kind of furniture that said money without putting a crest on it. Memories from the last time he had been here surfaced immediately.
The strange invitation to the Midnight Bloom.
The secrets he’d discovered.
Lia’s curvy mom moaning on his cock.
He quickly pushed the memories aside.
Focus, Lor. Focus.
Olivia was watching him carefully.
"So," Lor said, "what happens now?"
"First, we untie you."
Sophia moved behind him.
Her short skirt brushed his shoulder as she passed. Bare thighs.
A moment later the rope loosened. Her fingers were careful. She muttered something under her breath that might have been a count.
Lor pulled his hands free and flexed his fingers.
"That was uncomfortable."
"Sorry," Sophia muttered.
Lor looked at the three of them again.
"You kidnapped me."
"Yes."
"You tied me up."
"Yes."
"You blindfolded me."
"Yes."
"And now you’re apologizing?"
Sophia’s face went red. Twin tails slid forward as she ducked her chin.
"When you say it like that..."
Lia snorted.
Olivia sighed and stepped in, cutting the argument off before it could grow.
"Forget all that."
She stopped in front of his chair. The light blue blouse stretched across her chest when she folded her arms.
"We need your help Lor. It’s urgent."