NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 26: Misbehaving maid

They made camp by a shallow brook, sun dipping low behind the trees, the air cooling as shadows stretched. Allen leaned against a smooth boulder, shirt half-open, clearly enjoying the view—and the drama.

Rinni stood near the fire, clutching her outfit with both hands like it might escape if she let go. The so-called "uniform" barely counted as clothing: a black-and-white micro bikini with frilly ribbons and thigh straps that tried—and failed—to preserve modesty. Her bunny ears drooped in embarrassment, cheeks as red as the fire crackling beside her.

"Why are you staring?" she snapped, catching Allen’s gaze for the fifth—or maybe tenth—time.

Allen raised both hands innocently. "I’m not staring. Just appreciating."

"Appreciating what exactly?" Rinni growled.

"Your dedication to the role," he said, lips twitching. "Very immersive. You look like you’re about to serve tea or commit tax fraud in the cutest way possible." freeweɓnøvel.com

Rinni made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a snarl, tugging at the fabric to cover more skin—an impossible task, given how the bikini bottom barely counted as a triangle of cloth.

Fina lounged on a blanket, one leg thrown over the other, tail lazily curling and uncurling. Her golden eyes gleamed like a cat watching a cornered mouse. "You know," she drawled, "for someone from a rabbit tribe, you sure act like you’ve never seen skin before."

"I have!" Rinni snapped. "Just—not like this! And not in front of people!"

Fina snickered, propping herself up on one elbow. "So you’re shy in private and public? Gods, bunny girl, you’re the weirdest one here. I thought your kind were always humping in circles during spring festivals."

"That’s a myth," Rinni muttered, flustered. "We don’t just—just—do it all the time."

Fina raised an eyebrow. "So you do do it sometimes?"

Rinni’s ears jerked upward. "That’s none of your business!"

Allen whistled low. "Well, at least she admits to doing it."

Rinni spun toward him, mortified. "I didn’t say that!"

"Oh?" Fina grinned. "So you don’t touch yourself?"

"I—!" Rinni’s mouth opened, then closed. Her fingers gripped the dress tighter. "I know what it is, okay?! I’m not a child!"

Allen’s smirk deepened. "Didn’t ask if you knew what it was. Just asked if you did it."

"Y-you’re all impossible!" she stammered, turning away, though her eyes still flicked down toward Allen’s lap—again. She caught herself and looked away fast, but Fina definitely noticed.

"Hey Allen," Fina said sweetly. "How many times has she looked at your cock tonight? Be honest."

"Hmm. I stopped counting at six," he said, not missing a beat. "But I think she’s trying to set a new record."

Rinni’s mouth dropped open in scandal. "I—wasn’t! I didn’t—your thing was just—out earlier!"

"And you haven’t stopped looking since," Fina purred. "Honestly, bunny, if you want to suck it, just say so."

"What?!" Rinni’s voice cracked, and she nearly dropped the dress. "You can’t just say things like that!"

"Why not?" Fina tilted her head, pretending to be confused. "You said you know what touching yourself is. I thought you might want the full experience. Maybe you’ve only had your own fingers in there, huh?"

Rinni made a strangled noise and sat down abruptly on a nearby log, crossing her legs so fast her skirt flared. Allen tried to act casual, but the way her tits bounced in that top? It was a miracle he didn’t groan aloud.

"You’re both perverts," Rinni muttered, face buried in her hands.

Allen leaned forward, grinning. "And yet you’re still here. In that outfit. Watching."

Fina crawled over on all fours, stopping just beside the bunny girl, her tail swishing with lazy pleasure. "You want to join in, don’t you?" she whispered, voice velvet and honey. "You want to see what it feels like. How he tastes. How I sound when he’s inside me."

"I—I—no!" Rinni whimpered.

Fina leaned in close, brushing her lips against the shell of her ear. "Liar."

Rinni trembled. She couldn’t speak. Her thighs squeezed together. Her breath came faster.

Allen slowly stood and walked toward them, his shirt falling open, revealing the lean muscle beneath. "No pressure, Rinni. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for."

But his cock was already hardening again, visible through the tent in his pants, and Rinni’s eyes definitely went there. Again.

Fina noticed, of course. "You keep glancing at it like it’s a carrot, sweetling. Just admit you’re curious."

Rinni swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"...Maybe a little."

Rinni stared at the ground, face glowing like a hearthstone, ears drooping low in a mix of shame and heat. Her thighs stayed tightly pressed together, fingers digging into the hem of her ridiculous little maid outfit. She refused to look at Allen again—but her eyes flicked up anyway, quick and twitchy, then snapped back down like she’d been burned.

Allen raised an eyebrow, lounging lazily just a few feet away, still letting his shirt hang open like a bored prince. "That makes nine," he muttered under his breath.

Fina cackled.

"Oh shut up," Rinni snapped, her eyes darting back to Allen’s crotch for the tenth time. Her voice cracked like dry wood. "It’s not my fault! I’ve only ever seen... I mean—" she stopped, practically vibrating.

Allen tilted his head. "Only ever seen what?"

Rinni chewed her lip. "...a human cock."

There was a silence so thick even the crickets went quiet. Fina blinked once, then grinned wide. Allen just waited, letting her keep digging.

"I-It was just once!" Rinni said quickly, hands flailing. "And it wasn’t like—I wasn’t looking looking, it just—he was there!"

"Who?" Fina purred, eyes gleaming. "Don’t tell me you’ve got a type."

"No!" Rinni flared. "It was Lord Varn, okay? I only saw it for a second. A split second! He was with the other rabbit maids, and I was cleaning the hallway, and then they didn’t close the door properly and—" she clamped her mouth shut, face redder than a ripe berry.

Allen let out a slow whistle. "Yikes. That’s a hell of a first impression."

"I didn’t want it!" she insisted, eyes wide. "It just happened! And it wasn’t even... I mean it didn’t do anything to me!"

"Didn’t it?" Fina asked, inching closer. Her breath tickled Rinni’s cheek. "Because here you are, eyes locked on Allen’s cock like you’re starving."

"I’m not!" Rinni nearly squeaked, squirming on the log. "I just... I mean, his is the second one I’ve seen. Ever. That’s it! And—and this time it’s been longer, so my brain’s just... remembering it!"

"Uh-huh," Allen said, not buying a single word, his smirk deepening.

Fina’s tail swished, her voice syrup-sweet. "So the first cock you ever saw was for a second—probably limp, sweaty, and used up. And now you’ve seen Allen’s—what, standing tall and proud, twitching every time you breathe too hard?"

Rinni made a noise halfway between a whimper and a groan.

"I hate you both," she muttered, tugging her skirt down to no effect. Her thighs were clenched so tightly now, the poor log was getting sanded smooth.

Allen stood, slowly untying his pants just enough to let himself fall free again. He didn’t even aim it at her, just let it hang heavy between his thighs, unbothered, thick and flushed with heat. "There," he said. "Now you don’t have to sneak glances anymore."

Rinni yelped, shielding her eyes with both hands like she was warding off the sun. But her fingers had gaps. Big ones.

"Oh gods..." she whispered. "It looks even bigger now..."

Fina leaned into her side, whispering like they were gossiping over sweetbread. "Feels even better."

"Fina!" Rinni squeaked, but didn’t move away. Her thighs twitched again. "You’re so vulgar!"

"You say that like it’s a bad thing," Fina replied, licking her lips. "But I think you’re imagining it now. Aren’t you? What it’d be like... inside you. Hot. Stretching. Deep."

Rinni’s breath hitched.

"I’m not...!" she started, but the words melted away.

Allen stepped closer, slow, deliberate, not even needing to say anything. Rinni’s eyes tracked him on instinct, every step making her squirm harder on the log.

"Tell you what," he said, crouching in front of her. "You don’t have to touch. You don’t even have to admit you like it. But you can watch. No more sneaking."

Rinni swallowed. Hard. Her thighs trembled.

"Y-you mean just... watch you and Fina?"

Fina grinned. "Sure. Sit right there, bunny. We’ll show you how it’s done."

Rinni hesitated. But she didn’t say no.

Her hands stayed clenched in her lap, but her eyes stayed open this time. Wide. Curious. Trembling.

And Allen’s cock stayed hard.