Sexual Appointment (1)

Lysander flicked the ash off his cigarette.
“I never understood why women go on about roses, but it turns out they’re quite finicky to grow. They’re vulnerable to pests, so they’re not easy to manage, they’re sensitive to temperature and humidity, and they wilt quickly, so the transportation costs are not insignificant.”
“…”
“So, commoners like us rarely had the chance to see roses up close when we were young. We only got to see them on our parents’ wedding anniversary and knew that’s what a rose was.”
Indeed, men rarely had the chance to see roses up close.
Especially a man who grew up in a poor family like himself.
So maybe that’s why he thought of a rose when he saw Selene.
Not because she was a rose with sharp thorns, but because she seemed like a being that someone like him could not get close to.
‘I guess so.’
Theron didn’t feel good about thinking of Selene even when he had gone out to clear his head.
A crooked tone came out without him realizing it.
“You know a lot. Are you going to open a flower shop in your old age?”
“No, you bastard. I just said it because I thought of it.”
Lysander just chuckled as if he really just wanted to show off the knowledge he had.
“Let’s go.”
But why, at Lysander’s words to go, did Theron find himself staring at the roses in the street stall once again?
It felt like something was about to come to mind at the sight of that red figure, but in the end, it didn’t, like a letter smudged by rainwater.
Theron, having lost interest, belatedly started walking, following Lysander who was walking ahead.

Three days, two days, one day.
Theron expected to become anxious as the time of his appointment with Selene approached.
Even though he didn’t want to keep his promise with Selene, he had to fulfill the words he had uttered when that day came.
And as he had expected, as that day approached, Theron’s heart began to beat fast, and he couldn’t stop restlessly shaking one of his legs.
That physical symptom added to his confusion rather than his anxiety.
His throat kept getting dry and the muscles in his thighs hardened, making him feel as if his body was desperately waiting for that day to come, unlike his reluctant feelings.
‘Me? That day?’
Theron was simply astonished.
Even if the mind and body were separate, how could this be?
Just a few days ago, he had been tormented by nightmares of Selene saying he was just a tool or asking him to show her sleeping with other women, and he had become more and more exhausted, but his body was getting hot like this all the time.
“You’re postponing all your important meetings and going somewhere?”
Gary, who was troubled by this embarrassing physical condition, asked as he handed Theron a well-ironed jacket.
Theron, who was concentrating on tying his tie while looking in the mirror, answered roughly.
“I have an appointment.”
“So, what kind of appointment?”
It was a s*x appointment.
He was doing his best to groom his appearance to handle that reluctant yet eager appointment.
“Ah, that’s alright. I can tell you’re going to see Lady Ashcombe since you’re putting pomade in your hair for the first time in a while.”
“I’ll go first, so lock the door and come out.”
Gary looked at his boss, who was particularly determined today, with a puzzled expression.
However, Theron was in a confused state, as if his mind and body had completely different egos, so he had no time to care about others.
He had tried to compose his confused mind a little while driving to the ducal estate, but today the road was clear, and he arrived at the huge iron gate much earlier than expected.
His heart pounded as if it would burst at the magnificent sight of the ducal family’s crest engraved on it.
“Please follow me.”
As the footman, who always came out to greet him at the main gate, headed to a different place than the drawing-room, he felt as if he were walking into an unknown world, and he became nervous.
Not only that, but he felt as if he were about to have difficulty breathing.
Hooo, hooo, calm down.
“Here we are. If you wait inside, the young lady will come out.”
However, as if to mock his efforts to come to his senses, Theron realized that the place the footman had brought him was Selene’s bedroom, and he now felt dizzy like a frail young lady.
Thud.
As the footman closed the door and left, the sound of water was heard from somewhere in the silent room.
His ears naturally focused on the sound of the water.
The sound was coming from the bathroom in the bedroom.
Unless a bold thief was taking a bath in someone else’s house, it was surely Selene.
Unconsciously, the mind that had been reluctant about this situation was helplessly losing to the body that was drooling like a hungry dog.
‘By the way, is this… a stocking?’
It was awkward to sit on the bed without the owner’s permission, and it was also awkward to just stand around, so he was sitting on a chair by the window when a stocking, which Selene had presumably taken off, caught Theron’s eye.
‘She’s washing up now, so she was probably wearing this until just now.’
Theron had to try not to reach for the stocking that was lying there carelessly as if to tempt him.
He felt the urge to pick it up like some pervert and feel its smell or temperature, but if he did, he wouldn’t be able to bear the self-loathing.
So, he wanted to look away, but the garter belt that should have been there with the stocking was nowhere to be seen, which piqued his useless curiosity.
The absence of the garter belt meant that Selene might have taken off only her stockings and entered the bathroom wearing only her underwear and garter belt.
Theron felt a sudden rush of blood to his nose.
It felt as if the imagined Selene, wearing nothing but a garter belt, had suddenly hit him on the head.
‘Ah, this is really strange, I really feel like a pervert.’
“Theron?”
As Theron was fanning himself roughly with his hand, taking off his jacket in the quickly warming room, the bathroom door opened and Selene’s voice was heard.
Theron turned his head.
As their eyes met, Selene’s pretty brow furrowed slightly.
“…Nosebleed?”
‘I’m not falling for that this time. I was tricked at the coffee house.’
“Don’t play games.”
Theron replied, trying to act nonchalant.
But Selene came closer to him and reached out her hand.
Her slender fingers wiped under his nose.
“Look at this.”
There was blood on Selene’s fingertip.
Theron hurriedly wiped under his nose roughly with the back of his hand.
A reddish liquid was smeared on it as if to mock him.
Blood…
He really had a nosebleed.

Selene, who had woken up in the morning, checked the calendar.
It was the day.
The day a rather important event in her life would take place.
Still, she thought there was nothing to be nervous about, but Selene, unlike herself, was a little nervous and made the mistake of knocking over her cup while drinking coffee.
The black liquid dripped down the table and soaked her stockings.
She had already taken a shower, and she would have to take them off when Theron came anyway, so she thought about just taking them off beforehand, but then she thought it would be better to start with her clothes perfectly on.
Selene went into the bathroom, simply wiped the coffee off her leg, and changed into a new pair of stockings.
And when she came out, Selene was surprised once by the sight of Theron, who had arrived earlier than scheduled, and twice by the sight of him with a nosebleed.
Theron took out a handkerchief and wiped the nosebleed that had dripped down.
Fortunately, the bleeding seemed to have stopped quickly, but Selene doubted whether he could get through this important day well.
“If you’re not feeling well, we can postpone it.”
“It’s not that. It’s just this stocking… no, just ignore it. It’s because I’ve been overworking for the past few days.”
Theron blushed and stealthily averted his gaze, but Selene had already heard him.
‘Did the still stocking hit his nose or something?’
“Do you not like stockings?”
“It’s nothing like that.”
“If you don’t like them, we can start with them off.”
As she said that and was about to take off her stockings, Theron hurriedly stopped her.
“No, I said I don’t dislike them! If anything, I like stockings, so there’s no way I’d dislike them!”
He, who was reaching out his hand and shouting, looked not just earnest but desperate.
Selene was not surprised or anything because she was aware that he had a perverted tendency.
Theron said again with emphasis, “I’ll take them all off slowly, one by one.”
“Alright. If it’s possible, I’d like you to have a good time too, so I’ll respect that.”
As she said that, Selene approached Theron.
“By the way, if we’re not going to drag this out any longer…”
Theron flinched and pulled his chin back.
“I’d like to start.”
At the sight of Theron’s chest rising and falling, Selene’s eyes, which were looking down, made his breathing quicken.
“What should I do now?”