SARAH'S POV:~
Leon's impromptu fashion show, conducted right before my very eyes, left little to the imagination. I couldn't deny it; the man possessed a physique that could make a nun blush. Even in his most casual attire, he exuded a raw magnetism that bordered on the dangerous.
"Leon, for the love of all that is holy, kindly relocate yourself at least a hundred meters away," Akari-san, Leon's sister, declared, shooting him a look that could curdle milk. "Sarah needs to change."
"No worries," I replied nonchalantly, though my heart was pounding like a trapped jungle beast. "He's seen my body plenty of times before. What's one more look going to hurt?"
The truth was, I craved his attention, yearned for him to truly see me, beyond the convenient "onahole" label he seemed to have permanently affixed to me. Perhaps, just perhaps, a glimpse of my form would ignite something within him – a spark of desire, maybe even a flicker of respect.
Akari-san glared at Leon, who retreated silently into the jungle, muttering something about "respecting female privacy" under his breath. Wait, I forgot something!
"Leon, stop!" I called out.
"Let him go," Akari-san insisted.
"That's not the point," I countered. "Leon, come back here."
"I don't want to," he grumbled, his voice tinged with irritation.
"But listen," I said, "My phone came with me to this world. I think it might be useful for you."
His eyes lit up, and he sprinted back towards me with the speed of a startled deer.
"Where is it?" he demanded, his voice a breathless whisper.
"Let me pat you first," I teased, a mischievous glint in my eye.
"Uhh, okay," he conceded, seemingly resigned.
I couldn't believe it! For the first time, he had actually listened to me without argument. Oh, Leon, the way your eyes gleamed at the mention of a phone... you looked like a child anticipating a mountain of candy. It was a delightful reminder of how much I enjoyed spoiling you.
A mischievous thought crossed my mind. I wanted to push the boundaries, to tease him further, to see how far I could go before he finally snapped. But with Akari-san's laser-sharp gaze boring into me, I decided discretion was the better part of valor.
I realized I had been "patting" him for far too long, and he was starting to look a little restless. Finally, I pulled my phone from my pocket and handed it to him.
"Password?" he inquired.
"Leon," I replied.
"Okay," he acknowledged, already scrolling through the apps.
"Wait, what?" Akari-san interjected, her voice laced with disbelief. "You set your phone password to 'Leon'? Why?"
"Because I love him," I confessed, a hint of defiance in my voice. "Though he seems to only see me as an... accessory."
"I know, Leon used to be very innocent and decent before, but I don't know how he became like this after I left."
Leon, ever the gentleman (or so he claimed) mumbled something about needing to "re-acquaint himself with the jungle" and disappeared into the foliage. For a fleeting moment, it seemed to me that he had actually heard Akari-san's inner monologue.
"Excuse me, Akari-san," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Actually, what Leon said was true. Don't worry, your brother is still that innocent… deep down."
"I will find out," Akari-san declared, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I will most certainly find out."
"Of course. By the way," I said, changing the subject, "do you have any... suggestions? Any attire that might, shall we say, enhance my natural charms and perhaps distract Leon from his tech obsession?"
After rummaging through her bag, Akari-san pulled out an outfit. "How is this?" she asked, holding up a pair of camouflage shorts and a matching top.
"Will this suit you?"
"Yes, sure," I said, trying not to laugh. "It's... practical."
I took out another dress from the bag. It was a fiery red, adorned with intricate golden designs. "This looks good to me," I said, twirling in front of the mirror.
"Isn't this a bit... revealing?" Akari-san asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I will just wear this in front of Leon for a little while, anyway," I said with a mischievous grin. "Just to keep things interesting."
"Whatever you say," Akari-san sighed, handing me a pair of matching gloves, socks, and a dazzling gold hairband. "Just don't blame me if Leon loses his mind."
30 MINUTES LATER:~
The air hung thick with anticipation, a mixture of excitement and apprehension. We'd been waiting for Leon for what felt like an eternity, his absence a gaping hole in our plans. Finally, Akari San, with the grace of a seasoned huntress, declared, "He's within a hundred meters, radiating an aura of… intense focus."
(She had used tracking magic on leon.)
We found him under the ancient oak, I know it's not oak but at least that's what that tree seemed to me. Leon's face a mask of concentration as he wrestled with his phone. From a distance, it looked like he was… well, let's just say he was giving new meaning to the term "engrossed." Akari San, bless her curious soul, crept closer, her eyes widening with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
"Yoogle Translate? And you're using it with the intensity of a man possessed? And here we thought you were watching porn or something." she exclaimed, her voice a mischievous lilt.
Leon, startled by sudden intrusion, jumped and then finally maintained his composure. "Why do you come like a ghost? For a moment I thought I was going to die."
He further said, "It's strange, Sarah… she downloaded ALL the languages. Come to think of it, it's a nice thing."
"All of them?" I chuckled, "It's a necessity! I meet actors and actresses from every corner of the globe. Imagine the chaos if I had to rely on spotty internet connections for every conversation! Plus, constant notifications are a social battery drain."
"You don't need to give this explanation." He then shifted gears, his brow furrowed. "Your gallery… it's locked. Is that… intentional?"
My heart plummeted. How on earth was I supposed to explain that my gallery was a virtual shrine dedicated to… well, him? The thought of him labeling me a stalker sent shivers down my spine.
"What's the point of you seeing my photos?" I countered, desperately trying to regain control of the situation. "Unless… you want to see my photos?"
Leon, thankfully, missed the subtext. "No, no, it's just… I took some screenshots, and I wanted to… compare them."
"Later," I declared, snatching my phone from his grasp. "I need to… uh… delete some private photos."
"Right, of course," he said, a hint of curiosity lingering in his eyes.
As I unlocked my phone, my fingers trembled. Every photo of him, every stolen glance captured on screen, threatened to expose the depth of my… admiration. I ruthlessly deleted them all, a pang of regret accompanying each swipe.
"So… these are your 'private photos'?" Akari San's voice, laced with amusement, cut through the tension.
I whirled around, startled. "A-Akari San! It's… not right to snoop!"
She grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Forgive me, my curiosity got the better of me."
I sighed, relief washing over me. It seemed my secret, for now, was safe.
"By the way," I announced, a dangerous glint in my eyes, "I'm absolutely livid. I specifically donned this dress to… well, to make an impression on a certain someone, and he's barely even glanced my way! If Akari San wasn't here to witness this egregious oversight, you'd be paying dearly, Leon!"
Leon, startled by my sudden outburst, sputtered, "W-will you give me your phone now?"
"Only if you give me a proper compliment," I declared, crossing my arms. "Just 'good' won't cut it."
"No thanks," he muttered, attempting a lightning-fast grab for my phone. Akari San, however, was quicker. She intercepted his hand mid-air, her grip like a vice.
"Did you not hear what she said?" she chided, her voice dripping with mock severity. "You will compliment her, and you will do it with enthusiasm! And let me be clear, every negative remark about Sarah will be met with swift and… well, let's just say you won't enjoy the consequences."
Leon, looking decidedly less confident, sighed and gave me a once-over. "Alright, alright. So, Sarah," he began, his gaze lingering a moment too long on my… assets. "While I'm more of a 'comfort over couture' kind of guy, I have to admit, you look… very hot. Is that enough?"
"A little more spice, please," I purred, batting my eyelashes playfully.
Leon, seemingly caught off guard, sputtered, "Do you really need a compliment? You're Japan's most beautiful actress, for crying out loud! Your… your figure is… seductive. And your legs…"
"Okay, okay, that's enough!" I exclaimed, blushing furiously. "You're making me blush!"
"You're the one who told me to do this. By the way, the things I said were true."
I know he's saying this just to get my mobile.
"Thank you, now I'm going to change this." I said
"Why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I… I wanted to show it off to you," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
Leon chuckled. "I understand. Onee-san, bless her heart, is a creature of modesty. She probably warned you about the perils of showing too much skin."
"Shut up." Akari san shouted on him.
I couldn't help but smile. This was turning out to be the best day of my life.