My Isekai World’s NTR Harem

Chapter -2.

As Gilbert left the house, the room, which had initially been filled with the aroma of delicious food, now turned gloomy. Lucien felt slightly confused about what was happening. After thinking about it for a few minutes while finishing the stew, he realized that the tension might be because of him. Completing his meal, he got up from the chair and grabbed the dish.

"I should do the small tasks I can; maybe that way, she won't feel burdened," Lucien thought, making his way toward Aleena, who was now doing the dishes while humming a low tune.

Looking at Aleena as she washed the dishes gracefully, her plump rear swaying gently, Lucien paused for a moment to appreciate the scene. However, realizing it was inappropriate and could potentially lead to him being kicked out of this house in still-unknown world, he cleared his thoughts and walked forward. "Ahem, Miss Aleena, if you don't mind, can I help you with the dishes?"

"Huh? You want to do the dishes?" Aleena, hearing Lucien's offer, turned her round and cute head backward, showing a slightly confused expression.

"Yes!" Lucien replied, feeling confused himself at her reaction. "If you're worried about me breaking anything, don't worry; I'll be careful."

Hearing Lucien trying to explain himself, Aleena interjected immediately, "No, it's not like that. It's just that I was a little surprised by your offer to help me with the house chores."

'I don't know how long it has been since Gilbert helped me with the housework or paid attention to me,' she thought, glancing at the door through which Gilbert had walked out earlier. Nowadays, all she felt was loneliness.

Though the safety of the village was of utmost importance to her—after all, without this village, she didn't know where she could go—her desires had been left untouched for quite a long time.

Meanwhile, Lucien, hearing Aleena, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Alright then, let's get started, shall we?" Doing house chores was not a hard task for someone like Lucien, who had lived alone and managed everything by himself while maintaining his strength and not conforming to a certain image. Therefore, offering help didn't feel unusual to him.

Hearing Lucien's sudden exclamation, Aleena, who had been lost in thoughts about her intimate life, was pulled back to reality. Looking at Lucien's genuine expression, she handed him a wet cloth and indicated the stone drying rack, explaining the process in a gentle manner.

With that, both of them began to immerse themselves in their work. Lucien casually checked out Aleena, admiring her soft curves as she handled the pottery. At times, he felt as though Aleena might have caught him looking, but since she said nothing about it, Lucien continued to focus on the task at hand.

"So, Mister Lucien, if you don't mind me asking, how did you get swarmed by those goblins in the forest, and which village are you from?" Aleena asked, washing her hands and then placing them on the corset right under her bosom, making them jiggle slightly. "I even heard that you defeated more than ten goblins; even Gilbert, who used to be vigorous, didn't manage to achieve such a feat," she said while looking at Lucien, waiting for his answer.

Lucien was left speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. If he had truly completed the task, he surely would have taken the opportunity to boast about it, as making an impression in front of a beauty like her was not something that came his way often. However, he had done nothing of the sort, and he didn't even know whether the creatures he had glimpsed before falling unconscious were really goblins or not.

"Actually, to tell you the truth, Miss Aleena, I don't remember much about that. Everything seems foggy for some reason; I don't even know which village I belong to," Lucien said, taking a cautious approach. The only thing he knew at this point was the name of this village and a few monsters that existed in this world.

"Oh my, I didn't know that. I'm sorry," Aleena said, putting her hand to her lips and gasping for a moment. She had thought she would be able to hear an interesting story that might brighten her mood, but she never expected that the young man in front of her had encountered such a problem.

"No! Miss Aleena, why are you apologizing? I should be thankful to you for taking care of me and even letting me eat the food in your house, which is not something most people do easily," he said, unconsciously extending his hand to stop her. However, as he did so, the wet cloth slipped from his grasp.

"Oh, how clumsy of you," Aleena smiled, continuing, "And about not remembering your village and all, don't worry about it. You can stay in this house as long as you want. Anyway, most of the time, I am alone in the house; having company is much better than feeling lonely."

Saying this, she smiled, revealing her lonely expression. Then, turning her gaze to the wet cloth that had fallen on the ground, she began to bend over to pick it up, unconsciously pressing her ample bosom against the fabric of her blouse, providing a tantalizing view.

Seeing this sudden scene, Lucien couldn't help but be taken aback as his shaft began to twitch slightly. He cursed inwardly, 'Come on, don't do that.' But it showed no signs of subsiding without a fight, as the tantalizing view remained in front of him. Trying to adjust his discomfort, he too bent over to pick up the wet cloth.

This resulted in their hands brushing together, causing a giggle to escape Aleena as she ultimately let him retrieve the wet cloth.

As Aleena stared at Lucien with a curious gaze, he couldn't help but clear his throat and say, "Ahem, sorry about that. Is there anything else you need my help with?"