Lewd Fairy - Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Richard responds to Eileen’s shy confession, he laughed.
“I will tell you when I need help.”
“I will.”
“It’s a promise!”
Eileen stuck her little finger out at him. In the fairy tale, wrapping each other’s little fingers is a sign of promise. Richard, who was looking down at her slender fingers, hooked his little finger into her hand. The warmth of my little fingers was warm. I was very happy to make my first appointment in the human world with Richard.
“First, we need to find out the similarities and differences between fairies and humans. This is my first time seeing a fairy.”
“That’s right. It’s like I’m my first human.”
Eileen smiled and agreed. First, it would be necessary to understand other races.
‘But how?’
We need time to share our knowledge with each other. Is it necessary?
Otherwise…… How does Eileen tell the world about herself? I wondered if I could do it. But the method Richard suggested was something she had not thought of.
“Then will you allow me to touch you?”
Eileen was a little embarrassed, but soon she could understand what was said. ‘He’s a wizard, so he might need a more detailed observation.’
Fairies and humans were similar in appearance, except for the presence or absence of wings. However, it may be different for a wizard with developed five senses. It was unfamiliar to me because I had no experience with other people touching me. But I thought it would be okay if the opponent was Richard.
“Of course.”
Eileen nodded. Richard made a subtle expression in response to his obedience. It was a similar mood to when Eileen asked him if he looked strange earlier. I couldn’t figure out why he suddenly had cold eyes. Maybe I get cold when I concentrate. That’s when Eileen guessed about him.
“Then…please excuse me.”
The first place Richard reached out to was Eileen’s face. The hand that covered my chin and reached my cheeks was due to my small face. It looked even bigger. The hand that was stroking my cheek soon moved down to my neck. As she was wearing a one- piece dress with a deep neckline, his hands rested on her bare shoulders and collarbone.
‘It tickles.’
Eileen arched her neck. It was partly because the touch was unfamiliar to me, but it was mostly because I was touching it so gently that it tickled.
“Do you not like it?”
“Oh, no. Because it tickles a little. Please continue.”
Eileen, surprised by those words, quickly shook her head. Richard was deliberately putting effort into touching me in order to help me. I didn’t want to waste his time just because it was a little itchy. More than anything.
‘It felt good.’
Eileen felt his touch and the flower I was thinking of the bumblebees commonly kept by fairies. Bumblebees liked being stroked. A close friend of mine also had a bumble bee as a companion, and every time she saw Eileen, the child would stick out her fluffy butt and ask for her to touch it.