These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy-Chapter 4Vol 3. : She Said I Have a Mental Problem

It was dazzling.

What first caught my eye was just below her shoulders—those thin, symmetrical shoulder blades pressed lightly beneath the skin. Butterfly bones, as they’re called—bones that evoke an irresistible urge to touch.

If Rainie wore a tight outfit that accentuated that firm back curve while walking down the street, anyone who turned around after seeing her face would find her back even more unforgettable.

That’s how beautiful her back was.

And yet... right there, cutting across that beauty, was a scar.

A diagonal gash that cleaved her entire back in two.

I placed my left hand gently on her shoulder, running my thumb along the tip of the scar.

“Does it still hurt?”

“...Not anymore.”

“Really? No pain?”

Because honestly, I still get phantom limb pain even now...

Phantom pain—the feeling that a lost limb is still there, and still hurts.

I looked at my own left hand resting on her back. It looked perfectly fine. Even the pinky was attached...

It looked that way.

It wasn’t an illusion—I could even reach out with my right hand and touch the left pinky. It felt like the real thing.

But in truth, that finger... was no longer real.

I couldn’t move it—not bend or stretch it. If I made a fist, the pinky would just awkwardly hang there.

They say Miss Shirley helped reattach it. Before she even had the maids carry me to the hospital, she reattached the finger immediately.

She said it was just an ordinary prosthetic. That she happened to have the “materials” and slapped it on.

But no matter how I look at it, this thing is way too real to be a fake.

Even when I asked Miss Shirley about it, she just smiled and said nothing. Guess I have to chalk it up as another one of the head maid’s miracle talents.

Lillian was really pissed about it. Said it wasn’t my “original” finger, and kept begging Snowy to give her my pinky instead.

Still, thanks to that, my family never found out I lost a finger.

The only ones who know are Lillian, Snowy, and the maids who helped carry me. Not even the hospital staff knows.

“...No... actually, I feel honored that I was able to take the knife for you, Lord Ethan.”

That’s what she said. But there’s no way it didn’t bother her.

“Pass me the ointment. I’ll apply it for you.”

Sure, healing speed’s way up now, but that doesn’t mean scars vanish completely.

I’m still a mess myself—scars and cuts all over.

But for a man, scars add character. For a girl? Not so much.

If it can be erased, it’s better to erase it.

“You’re too kind. But I’m not troubled by it at all. This is a scar I got for you, Lord Ethan. I’m proud of it.”

There she goes with the flattery again. I’m numb to it at this point.

“Yeah, yeah, alright. Then just think of it as me wanting the scar gone. Whether looking at it or touching it, it still bothers m—wait, what the hell am I saying.”

“...As you wish.”

Why are you blushing all of a sudden...

I took the small bottle of ointment from her, squeezed a bit onto my palm, and focused my attention on her back again.

I stared openly at her back, following the snow-white curve from the nape of her neck down along her spine, examining the size of the scar—

—but unexpectedly, I discovered something even more precious near her lower back.

Rainie had a pair of small, diamond-shaped dimples above her waist.

Could those be the legendary Venus dimples? That rare marker of ideal proportions—only girls who aren’t too fat or too thin, perfectly balanced, supposedly only 3% of all women have them.

A rare physical feature. The so-called “sacred dimples.”

They were the perfect final touch, the finishing stroke on her beautiful back. Like...

Like eyes, growing out of her lower back.

No—no, no. This isn’t the time to admire her back. Focus. Apply the damn ointment.

I dipped my left thumb into the ointment and gently traced it along the shallow scar—downward, then back up again. Repeating the motion three or four times.

Rainie let out a breathy, dazed little moan.

I was getting more and more entranced. My finger slid down one more time, and this time I couldn’t stop myself—I pressed into the left dimple. Then my right hand followed, touching the one on the right.

I placed my hands on her waist from behind. Rubbed with my thumbs. Let my palms grip and release.

The sensation on my hands was so soft and smooth, I couldn’t get enough of it.

It was completely different from kneading Serena’s calves through her stockings earlier. This was bare skin—warm, tender, silky to the touch. No wonder womanizers always reach for the waist. It really does feel amazing.

And from here, you could easily move to the stomach or the chest, or slide your hands up the back, or down toward the hips—it’s the perfect launchpad.

Wait—why the hell am I so good at this?!

Back when I kissed Snowy, I felt it too—like I know way too much about the female body.

What the hell?

I’m still a virgin, okay? Could this somehow be because of Serena?

No way, right? She couldn’t have influenced me that much. Who gropes people in their sleep?! That’s insane!

My head was a mess. My hands pressed harder without realizing it.

“—Hah...!”

Rainie let out a muffled cry and bent forward.

Thinking something was wrong, I quickly grabbed her wrists to keep her from falling and asked,

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“...No. It’s just... my waist is sensitive. When it’s touched, I feel kind of...”

“Ah... I get it. I laugh when someone pokes my waist too. Sorry—your back was just so pretty, I couldn’t help myself. Really. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine... If it pleases you... it’s just... this position...”

She trailed off, and that’s when I finally noticed the situation.

I had grabbed her hands to keep her from collapsing—

—but that pulled her lower body toward me.

Her butt was now resting right on top of my thigh.

Wait—this position...

This is... this is doggystyle!!!

What the hell is this?! Why?!

I scrambled back two steps, tripped over something behind me, and fell right into a chair.

Rainie slowly turned around.

Her flat stomach and half-exposed chest were now fully in view.

Her face had gone completely red—so red it looked like her body was blushing too. Her breathing was heavy, her heart pounding.

Her eyes were glossy with a thin layer of tears, and she looked at me with a wet, trembling gaze.

“If it’s Lord Ethan’s wish... then I am willing...”

I responded out of reflex—but deep down, I knew exactly what she meant by “willing.”

Rainie slipped her arms out of her bra straps.

Her pale ivory bra slipped to the floor.

Her chest... was bare before me.

She stepped forward and straddled my lap, wrapping her doll-like arms around my shoulders, gently embracing my head, and whispered into my ear with warm breath.

“This body... please use it however you like.”

No—no no no no, don’t say stuff like that now!!

What the hell is wrong with me today?! I’m way too weak to temptation...

If even you, Rainie, start seducing me like this...

I really might screw up.

Wait—my right hand! Don’t you dare!

Stop reaching out!!

Just then, my phone vibrated—perfect timing.

I redirected the outstretched hand and stuffed it into my pocket.

“Oh! A call! Gotta take this!”

I jumped at the chance and quickly stood up, lifted Rainie off my lap, and gently placed her on the bed. Then I turned around and pulled my phone from my pocket.

I didn’t care who was calling—anything to shatter this dangerously intimate mood.

「Wait wait wait! You’re not allowed to go any further!」

Just from the voice, I knew who it was.

「Watching you toy with another girl did get me a little excited... I might’ve even used my hand a bit while I watched... no, that’s not the point! The point is! You can’t go any further than this! You can’t let your virginity be wasted on that kind of woman!」

What do you mean “wasted”? You’ve got it backward, haven’t you?

Why are you talking like my virginity is some priceless treasure?

I mean, I don’t really care either way, but most guys would probably feel embarrassed to still be a virgin at my age.

No—wait, more importantly—Lan Hua just casually described everything going on in this room.

Which means—

I picked up Rainie’s bra off the floor and handed it back to her, sighing.

“...Lan... where are you watching from this time?”

I’d almost forgotten—my room was still under Lan Hua’s surveillance.

If I’d kept going just now, wouldn’t that have been like... performing live porn in front of her?

God, just thinking about it makes me want to die.

「That conniving slut! She copied my tactic—exposing her chest like that! I only let her near you because she looked the safest, but it turns out she was plotting to steal you all along! You shameless woman! I was wrong about you, Bai junior!」

She completely ignored me and just started screaming.

I quickly cupped my hand over the mic and said,

“What nonsense are you spouting—cough, Rainie was just—”

「Anyway! You are absolutely not allowed to go any further! I’m watching you the whole time! Ethan, you can touch other girls with your hands if you must, but you—」

Too loud. Way too loud.

Even Rainie beside me could hear it...

Lan Hua, that was seriously rude.

“...What do you mean ‘touch them with your hands’...”

What do you think I am?

Actually, thinking back on everything I’ve done just now...

...Yeah, I really do seem like kind of a scumbag.

No way. Am I... am I turning into a pervert without even realizing it?!

While I was still stunned by that horrifying realization, Rainie stepped in front of me, bowed slightly, and held out her hand.

“Lord Ethan, may I borrow your phone for a moment? I’d like to have a word with her.”

“Wait—at least put your bra back on first...”

“There’s no need. I’ll just be taking it off again anyway. And to have this body admired by Lord Ethan... I consider it an honor.”

No—hold on, what do you mean “taking it off again”? Explain yourself!!

Still, I handed her the phone.

Rainie took the phone and hit speaker so I could hear too.

And then, from the other end, came a shout:

「You slut! What do you want to say?! And what was that about taking it off again?! You’ve got some nerve! Get out of Ethan’s room right now!」

Holy hell, this is starting to sound like someone got caught cheating...

Even I winced at how aggressive Lan Hua’s words were, but Rainie stayed perfectly calm. Her voice was steady, emotionless.

“That was just a test.”

「...Huh?」

I said it at the same time as Lan Hua. Rainie’s words were too strange.

A test? You mean all those seductive moves just now were...?

“If you’ve been watching Lord Ethan this whole time, then you must understand what I mean. He’s been acting... strange lately.”

「...Actually, yeah. He’s been looking pretty lecherous recently. Touching girls more often too... Ahem—not that I’m complaining. It’s only natural. Men are like that. Even the classics say, ‘A gentle lady, a gentleman desires.’ So if he wants to touch women, that’s fine. As long as he doesn’t go all the way, I’ll let him have his fun. Because in the end, he’ll only have me—wait, what was I talking about?!」

“...Fool.”

Rainie scoffed coldly.

“You claim to always watch Lord Ethan, yet you’ve failed to see the problem. Seems your attention is lacking.”

「What did you say?! I know him better than anyone! Who are you to—」

Lan Hua tried to argue, but Rainie didn’t even acknowledge her.

“Our conversation is over. You can just ‘sit there and watch.’”

With that, she hung up without hesitation.

Then she handed the phone back to me and called my name directly.

The pressure was immense.

The pink, sultry atmosphere ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a chilling seriousness.

I found myself unconsciously straightening my back, sitting upright like a student before a teacher.

“Yes, ma’am...?”

And just like a doctor delivering a terminal diagnosis, she spoke in a solemn, heavy tone:

“Your mind has a problem.”