The Story of Gothic Lady Who Met a Grave Keeper in Another World - Chapter 3

This is a big deal.
A sudden turn of events.
I thought I was lost at a gothic festival, but then was carried around by a gothic costumed man who was pretty well built, in the blink of an eye, I was taken into his home – possibly an old-fashioned hotel.
–I was taken into his house, which might have been an old-fashioned hotel.

This is it.
I guess this is the kind of thing you often read about in travel blogs, where people get so excited at a festival that they end up having a one-night stand in a foreign country.
Oh, oh!
I’m so glad I prepared an outfit that even includes underwear!
I suppressed my racing heart and shuddered as I remembered the incredible body of Mr Thorden, who had just left the room.

I had heard that Germans enjoy going to the gym, and it seems like the rumour is real.
That’s a body that goes to the gym five times a week and does bench presses.
“Hah, I can’t stop talking! I want to mumble on social media, but my phone is still dead! Oh!”
Apparently, there is no Wi-Fi wave coming to this old house hotel either. I mean, I can’t even find a power outlet.
I barely managed to take a picture of the area around the hotel on my smartphone, but… when I’m done, I could show this map to Thorden-san and send it to him….
When the thing is …… done, please send it to …….
The thing is …….
This is a thing ……! Overseas! With a strange man!

“Oh, you are both participants in a gothic festival, so I might as well keep my clothes on, right? But then my bustle would be crushed and my dress would be wrinkled! Well, maybe Mr Thorden was a gravedigger in that dress because he had a shovel? Gravedigger? And he’s taking a hotel room in an old house near a grave, so he’s a performer who has created a worldview that I can’t even begin to compare to! That’s amazing! I’ll act like a lady too!”

But, what does it mean to act like a lady?
What does it feel like to act like a lady?
Gravediggers are the oppressed class.
A lady is a privileged class.
If I role-played seriously, I would have to look at Ms Thorden like he was trash, no better than livestock. Isn’t that absolutely rude?
…… Oh, does he want that kind of play?
Come to think of it, he was kissing my shoes.
I’ve heard that macho guys are often masochists. ……
I’m not sure I’m up to the task. …… More importantly, I can’t act like a queen when I don’t speak the language.

Think about it. …… Think about it, Eri Himeno!
Because of this last name, my nickname as a child was Hime-chan! I was teased as a “princess” when I wore fluttering clothes!
Those memories don’t matter now, however, I have to look like a lady now!
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and gasped.
What am I going to do? What am I going to do!?
I quickly took off my gown and skirt, removed the Velcro bustle and threw them on the bed.
Then I was left wearing only a tight corset (I bought a real one, though it was very expensive), underwear, and a garter belt.
I have actually stood in front of a mirror in my underwear before, and it was about ten times sexier than modern ones. I actually quite like wearing my corset. It hides my stomach.

As I stood there with my back to the door, wearing the fetishistic trifecta of a corset, garter belt, and high heels, the door opened behind me at the same time.
I hear something fall to the floor with a thud.
What? What? Did I drop something?
When I turn around, I find that Mr Thorden, who should have entered a moment ago, is gone.
Instead, bread and fruits are scattered on the floor.

Oh, no. I got the order wrong.
He brought me dinner (……), but I greeted him with full enthusiasm.
It’s too much. Too embarrassing.
I just wanted to say, “Would you loosen my corset?” I just wanted to try it.
I thought he would be into it…

I managed to pull the gown I had just taken off over my shoulders and peered fearfully out of the room.
I hoped the other guests wouldn’t see me. ……
“Excuse me, Mr. Thorden? Thorden?”
I’m sorry.
A rough voice came from downstairs.
Are you kidding me? Are you mad at me? Did I make you angry? Oh no, I’m scared.
Should I run away? But even if I ran away, I wouldn’t know how to get home. ……

While I was stumbling around in my room, not knowing what to do, I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs again.
I sat up in bed, wrapped my gown around my body, and greeted the owner of the footsteps with a dreary expression on my face as best I could.
I was sobbing.
“—-. —“
A muffled vapour filled the room as Mr Thorden entered with a mysterious language.
What was that? –I’ve seen one of those before. That’s a bath used in mediaeval Europe.

“Oh, what is it, ……? A bath?”
As I was stunned, Mr Thorden walked up to me and asked me to stand up.
When I complied, he turned me around and untied me from my corset.
Suddenly my breathing becomes easier and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Oh, yes, that’s right.
I should take a bath before I get into trouble. I’m sweating a lot.
But I didn’t expect to see a medieval European-style bathtub.
This is an old house hotel that is hard to misjudge.
But it’s hard to go in if you’re being watched.
I’m sure I’ll be fine on my own. …… I’ll be fine on my own. ……
I wondered what vibe he would get from me if I said, “Oh, thank you very much”
I looked over my shoulder and saw that Mr Thorden had both eyes tightly covered with a black cloth.

In other words, a blindfold.
In other words, he was blindfolded, indicating that he would never look at my naked body.
It was like he was helping me bathe in that state.
“Is this a role-play of a noblewoman’s squire …… by any chance? The one where you take care of my hot water but don’t do anything naughty to me ……?”
I’m starting to think I’m wrong about the one-night stand thing, to begin with.
I’m not sure what to expect. I’m embarrassed.

I’m not sure what to do.
The most important thing to remember is that the best way to get the most out of your time in the office is to be a good listener.
I hurriedly took off my underwear and fearfully put my body in the bathtub he had prepared for me.
Oh, it’s surprisingly deep. I can soak up to my waist,…… warm,…… and it feels good.

I couldn’t help but moan.
The best feeling ever. My legs, which had been killing me, are feeling better.
As I melted away in the tub, something slick touched my back.
Unexpectedly,
“Uh-hyah!”
I let out a pitiful cry.

I looked over to see Mr Thorden sitting behind me with a towel with soapy suds on it.
“Oh, wow! Huh? Soap! The kind that washes your body! Thank you! But I can wash myself!”
I hurriedly snatched the towel from Mr Thorden.
But you know what?
I shouldn’t have done that to a blindfolded person in a huff.

Mr Toden lost his balance and plunged head-first into the wooden bucket.
His hands, looking for something to hang on to in a hurry, firmly grabbed my ….that.. he grabbed my C-cup breasts and you know, it’s like a lucky scheme for boys, isn’t it?

“W???! Wah? wah !”
Before I could scream, Mr Thorden flew to the wall on the other side of the room, screaming incomprehensibly.
Then, equally startled, excited, and confused, I jumped out of the bathtub and chased after him.
I said, “It’s okay, it’s okay! It was an accident! It was an accident! It was an accident! I won’t sue you just because you touched my boobs! I won’t sue you just because you touched my tits! Right!”
But then, I guided Mr. Thorden’s hand to my own chest.

Oh, no.
I’m a total harlot.

The blindfold slips off and Ms. Thorden is staring at me with a breathless look on his face, and I’m frozen in place, unable to move due to the embarrassment of what I’ve done.
Please, at least push me down like this.
Then I won’t be the only lustful one. We can be the man and woman who had a one-night stand on the spur of the moment at the festival.

Ah, but in vain, Thorden-san shook off my hand and ran out of the room as if to escape.
I was left behind in the flooded room, still wet as a rat.
“Aaaaahhhhhh …….”
I held my head. I am so embarrassed, I want to die.
‘I want to share this on SNS! Ugh…… if only everyone would laugh at this experience it would make it easier!”

It was a wail from the bottom of my heart.