Chapter 12 - 11: A Delightful Dinner~
During dinner, Roland found himself flanked by two women.
On his left sat Yukio, draped in a bath towel with her tied in a loose bun. She had deliberately moved her chair closer to his, so they were practically touching throughout the meal, like a couple in the throes of passion of their newly marriage life, unwilling to part for even a moment.
Although Roland isn’t competedly sure but he guessed Yukio is definitely not wearing behind that towel.
As for how he knew Yukio was definitely naked under her towel? What if she was wearing underwear? Well, while Roland couldn’t confirm whether she was completely bare beneath the towel—he hadn’t dared to peek—he suspected that if he did, he’d likely be greeted only by Haruno’s foot.
Don’t misunderstand; that foot wasn’t for him to lick it or suck, but to kick him.
However, Roland was absolutely certain Yukio wasn’t wearing anything on top.
The reason for him to be so sure is because he had spent two hours buried in her bosom earlier. He knew that area intimately. During his time there, he had "accidentally" confirmed that the only thing containing Yukio’s ample chest was a black silk-trimmed bra.
At that moment, Roland could tell from the deliberately revealed hint of Yukio’s cleavage that there was nothing underneath—just pure, snowy white full breasts asking him to put his head there and forget everything of this world..
The dazzling expanse of white made his mouth water.
Yukio was being truly mischievous. The towel was long enough to cover her ample chest albeit not fully, but she kept it half-hidden, half-revealed. Instead of concealing that heart-warming and erotic sinful sight, she leaned toward him from time to time, giving him better angles to admire this unparalleled "scenery" of her bare cleavage.
Roland was certain Yukio wasn’t wearing anything on top. And if she was bare up there, she likely hadn’t bothered with anything below either.