This House Has A Delicious Restaurant - Chapter 23 - A Place to Stay (3) - Part 2

“You looked busy, so I didn’t have a chance to step in.”

Zerdan leaned against the windowsill. Judging by the shrinking size of the shadows at his feet, he must have traveled here using Khan’s ability.

Zerdan glanced between me and Obella, then fixed his gaze on me.

“I came because I’m curious about something, but I have a feeling you won’t answer easily. If there’s anything you want, I’d like to hear it and hear your answer.”

With a smile, Zerdan asked me if there was anything I wanted.

It was as if he already knew exactly what I desired. I briefly glanced between Zerdan, leaning against the window, and Obella, standing beside the bed.

Well, if I do return to my original world, these are pl*asures I won’t experience again. I might as well indulge one last time to avoid any regrets, right?

“I’m not usually one to share hobbies, but the faces of the two brothers in front of me are quite my type.”

I looked past the confused Obella and turned to Zerdan with a knowing expression. Zerdan, catching on, let out a resigned chuckle.

It was a light, carefree laugh.

“I’ve never had that kind of interest either, but doing it as a threesome doesn’t sound too bad.”

At that, Obella’s face finally showed he understood the situation. As he stared at Zerdan and me, both of us grinning in the same way, the golden glint in his eyes wavered slightly.

“…I must be misunderstanding, right?”

Obella rubbed his forehead, looking exasperated.

He had come up here hoping to escape the noise downstairs and find some peace, but instead, I’d only made the situation more complicated. Seeing Obella’s mix of confusion and embarra$sment was oddly endearing, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him closer.

Even though he protested weakly, he didn’t resist as I pulled him along, which I found charming.

“From what I can tell, you understood perfectly. You’re not saying you dislike sleeping with me, right, Obella?”

“Of course not. I mean, that’s nice, but… do we have to include him?”

Obella gestured toward Zerdan with his eyes. Zerdan, meanwhile, had already perched on the edge of the bed, grinning mischievously.

“You used to tell me not to go too far, and now you’re trying to get rid of me?”

“The situation’s different now.”

“I do enjoy watching you two bicker, but I’d prefer to see something a little cuter.”

They are alike in appearance, but their personalities couldn’t be more different.

Sensing the conversation drifting in a different direction, I quickly intervened. I pulled Obella closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. My playful smile made him sigh in resignation, though he returned my smile nonetheless.

Our lips brushed lightly. When I kissed him first, he hesitated for a moment before gripping the back of my head and kissing me more deeply.

He must’ve been anxious after such a long time without physical intimacy.

The sound of our increasingly heavy breathing filled the room.

Obella’s other hand wrapped around my waist. I could feel his warmth through the thin sleeveless robe I was wearing. His hand slowly slipped under my clothes, his touch against my bare skin sending shivers down my spine as it traced its way up my back.

“Are you sure you can handle the two of us by yourself?”

Zerdan asked, his hand gently stroking my ankle. In response, I pulled Obella into an embrace. His face pressed against my chest as I rested my head against his golden hair. I shifted my body and stretched my leg out toward Zerdan.

My toes brushed against Zerdan’s thigh. He looked up at me, still sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Would you go easy on me if I said I wasn’t confident?”

“Well, if you cry, I might just soften up.”

Zerdan replied, stretching out his hand to touch the tip of my foot. His fingers lingered there for a moment before he bent down, planting a soft kiss on the top of my foot. Slowly, his lips trailed upward, his tongue gently sliding along my ankle.

At the same time, Obella lifted his head and kissed my neck. He was always fixated on kissing during intimacy, especially on my lips and other parts of my body. Today was no different, as he left soft kisses and faint marks along my neck.

The sleeveless top I was wearing gradually rode up, exposing my chest as Obella’s large hand cupped it.

He brought his lips to my br*ast, kissing over my n*pple, sending a sharp shudder through my body.

“Ah…”

As Obella continued his teasing, I felt someone move behind me. Zerdan had wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder as he embraced me from behind.

“If you only play with Obella, I might get jealous.”

Zerdan whispered, his hand sliding downward. Unlike Obella’s more tender approach, Zerdan’s touch was more a$sertive.

His fingers slipped beneath my clothes, and before long, they reached my soaked core. Slowly, Zerdan spread me open with his fingers, teasing at my entrance.

I could feel Zerdan’s ar*usal pressing against my back.

“If this is jealousy, you seem pretty excited.”

I muttered, half-laughing.

Zerdan smirked, leaning in to kiss the other side of my neck—leaving marks purposefully opposite from where Obella had kissed, almost like he was making a point.

His hand moved inside me now, without hesitation, causing me to bite my lip. Obella, noticing, gently stroked my lips with his fingers.

“Don’t hold back.”

He said softly, worried I might hurt myself.

His concern was almost touching, considering how my body was heated with lust.

I ran my tongue along Obella’s fingers, taking them into my mouth. His brows furrowed slightly, clearly affected by what I was doing. His gaze was filled with desire, unable to look away from my movements.

Zerdan, having noticed my reaction, withdrew his hand. As he helped me remove my top, Obella began pulling down my pants.

Despite the urgency of the moment, I stifled a laugh. They only ever seem to cooperate like this during times like these.

I held back the urge to say it aloud, worried it might ruin the mood.

In no time, I was fully n*ked, surprised at how quickly things had escalated. Zerdan placed his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs wide, leaving my most intimate part fully exposed. Obella stood in front of me, his eyes locked onto mine.

The position could’ve been embarra$sing, but I didn’t care. Instead, I met Obella’s gaze with confidence.

He, however, seemed like he had a lot to say but was holding back. His body’s honesty betrayed his hesitance, though, and as I glanced downward, I could see just how much he was struggling to hold himself back.

“You two don’t match well, even now.”

I commented with a smirk.

Obella, always considerate and thoughtful, found Zerdan’s more direct approach difficult to reconcile. It was clear he still wasn’t used to the way Zerdan handled things, especially in moments like these.

Zerdan, smiling, spoke.

“I was just being considerate. It seemed like Obella was in a hurry.”

“Doing things without asking the other person’s opinion isn’t exactly considerate.”

“Oh, I’m fine. I was worried you might want both of us at once, but if you prefer to take turns, that’s more comfortable.”

I said nonchalantly.

Obella fell silent, seemingly taken aback by my frankness.

“Did I say too much?”

I blinked, looking at Obella. He brushed his hair back and smiled.

“I’m glad to hear that if you’re okay with it.”

Obella approached and, as he kissed me, placed his large hand over mine, which had been resting on the bed.

I felt the sensation of him slowly inserting himself, filling me up. Zerdan supported me firmly from behind, making sure I didn’t move away. The weight of Obella’s presence filled me.

A strange mix of satisfaction and pl*asure washed over me, causing me to moan. Obella responded by increasing his pace, his movements becoming more intense.

As my body was pushed back, I felt Zerdan’s presence pressing against my hips and back. The friction of his ar*usal began to mingle with Obella’s movements.

I wasn’t sure whose hands were on my chest, as they were both touching me all over. The sensations were overwhelming.

Obella’s movements grew rougher, and he soon withdrew. His release flowed down the inside of my thighs.

Before me was Obella’s still erect m*mber.

Zerdan grabbed my wrist and turned me around. Facing him, I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Zerdan pulling out his own ar*usal.

Handling two partners at once was indeed a bit overwhelming, but having attention from both sides was enjoyable.

This time, Zerdan’s m*mber started filling me up. Before the excitement could fully subside, the new stimulation made me moan and start moving in response.

I could feel Zerdan’s cool hand supporting my hips.

“Obella, come over here.”

Even while accommodating Zerdan, I called out to Obella, feeling a pang of desire as I saw him. I guided Obella onto the bed and took him into my mouth, licking him. His handsome face scrunched up once more.

Holding both brothers’ m*mbers in my mouth felt oddly gratifying.

I hoped I wouldn’t become addicted to this feeling.

We continued changing positions and exploring each other. Amidst this, I heard voices calling for Obella from below.

It seemed like there was another incident. Hearing Terisier and Phel call out for Obella loudly, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Seeing Obella’s genuine, frustrated expression was rare and amusing.

“Damn it.”

“Go on, Obella.”

If things were left as they were, they’d probably come up to the second floor. Although I wouldn’t have minded them seeing this scene, it felt strange to continue like this now that it had already happened.

I lay on the bed, catching my breath after the intense encounters, and waved at Obella with a gentle motion.

Obella, annoyed by the voices calling for him from outside, sighed and began to slowly tidy up his clothes. I watched him from the bed, and Zerdan climbed on top of me, bringing his face close.

Curious about his intentions, I stared at him, but he did not seem to act on his thoughts. Instead, he lowered his head beside my ear.

“Miss Moa Ablon, about that question I asked earlier, will you answer if I ask now?”

Zerdan whispered in my ear.

Oh right, he mentioned he had something he wanted to ask.

I didn’t respond, just looked up at Zerdan. To keep Obella from hearing, he leaned in even closer to my ear.

“…Are you planning to leave suddenly, just like before?”

The unexpected question made my eyes widen in surprise. Zerdan’s golden eyes held a steady gaze on me.

When Obella left, the room was left with just Zerdan and me. The silence filled the room.

In the quiet space, we only exchanged glances.

A sudden departure like before was not something I had expected. He must have been more flustered than I realized.

Without realizing it, I averted my gaze slightly, and Zerdan’s hand gently cupped my cheek, guiding my gaze back to him.

“…When did you know?”

I could have pretended not to know. There was no concrete evidence.

But there was no real reason to go that route, and I was genuinely curious about why Zerdan was asking. Even if he knew I had been Ding, there would be no reason to bring it up like this. What was his intent?

“You rem*mber when I explained things to you in the bas*ment before fighting Liffree, right? At that time, you seemed completely unaware.”

Zerdan spoke slowly, recalling the past with a serious expression.

His hand continued to caress my cheek, surprisingly gently. The touch was cool, different from Obella’s warmth, but it had a strangely affectionate quality that reminded me of his brother.

It was as if, while Obella showed kindness and affection towards me, Zerdan’s touch conveyed a similar sense of warmth.

“But at some point, your perspective and att*tude towards the situation changed. You seemed either more relaxed or more anxious. It strangely reminded me of my brother and me. As if you had gone through a similar past.”

“But you know better than anyone that I wasn’t part of that past. If I had been, you would have known from the first time we met.”

“Indeed. Having silver hair isn’t exactly common.”

Zerdan’s hand moved to my hair, brushing away the disheveled strands on the bed as he continued speaking.

“I’m not entirely sure, but the Ding who shared the past with me was Moa Ablon. Is that you?”

Given Zerdan’s personality, he wouldn’t make such a statement lightly unless he was fairly certain. There was a hint of unease in his eyes.

I gently pushed his shoulder back and straightened up to sit. Zerdan, yielding to my gentle push, moved back slightly but kept his gaze fixed on me.

“Zerdan, I don’t quite understand what you’re asking. What’s your intention in asking this? It shouldn’t matter to you whether it’s true or not.”

“Can’t I ask out of curiosity?”

“If there’s another motive, I’d be willing to answer.”

I smiled, and Zerdan fell silent, seeming reluctant to press further.

I stood up from the bed, putting on Zerdan’s shirt that I had set aside. I could feel his eyes following my movements.

“You were the first girl I liked, though not in a romantic sense. You were a mature girl with much to learn from, and I genuinely wanted to escape with you. But when my memories of the past returned and I thought about the Ding I knew, she was quite different from the girl I rem*mber. It felt like a completely different person.”

Zerdan spoke, watching my back.

Perhaps the past Ding had been significant to Zerdan. Given the circ*mstances, it made sense.

But I was no longer Ding, and Ding no longer existed in this world.

“Zerdan, think what you will. But Ding is gone now. I hope you can accept that and forget the past. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory.”

I wanted him to let go of his obsessive fixation on the past. Even for me, it wasn’t a fond memory. I hoped Zerdan would stop dwelling on it.

I turned my head and gently lifted Zerdan’s chin with my fingers, lightly rubbing his lips with my thumb.

“And as for the question you asked earlier, I’ll say no for now. Everyone knows I’m leaving for my hometown, but I’ll say goodbye before I go. However, since my hometown is quite far from here, I might not be able to return.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Zerdan grasped my hand tightly. I glanced down at his firm grip and couldn’t help but smile. His stern expression made me smile even more.

“Just as it sounds. Once I leave, I might never appear before you again.”

Zerdan’s expression hardened with fear and tension.