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This question kept plaguing Irene.
She would occasionally bring it up and think about it: with such a great figure, the person looked like a professional model...... But wasn't the art institute more inclined towards normal people who didn't have perfect bodies to be their models? So was this someone she had hired privately? Such a model would be really expensive, right? Oh, but Lisa's allowance was probably more than enough to pay for an ordinary model. But why did she keep hiring this model? Could it be?
If she was adamant about getting an answer, Lisa wouldn't be able to refuse. She would ultimately respond.
After all, Lisa technically wasn't allowed to keep secrets from her.
Before Irene had gotten so invested, she had offhandedly asked questions too. If Lisa didn't instantly respond, she would even feel a bit upset. Eventually, though, she gradually realized that Lisa wasn't as nonchalant about these matters as she appeared. She couldn't bear to keep acting the same way anymore. If she could make a guess, she would; even if she couldn't, she wouldn't try to force it.
Even though logically, she knew that she ought to give Lisa some space, this person who had filled up an entire wall......
She ultimately couldn't let things go so easily.
In fact, she was even more upset about this woman than she was about Lisa's girlfriend.
After all, Lisa's girlfriend was far away in a distant city. At most, they could only see each other once in six months. But this model was different. Given the dates that Lisa had added under her signatures on the bottom right corners of her drawings, this model and Lisa met up at least once a week.
Additionally, Lisa had never mentioned such a person to her before. Is she a trainee from her agency? But as Irene knew, Lisa wasn't close enough to her trainee friends. She's close only with a girl from New Zealand.
The two of them had been together for a little more than three years. It couldn't be said that their interactions were unpleasant. No matter what, they were technically still affectionate towards each other.
Irene could also tell that during these past two years, since her company doesn't treat her right, Lisa had started trusting and relying on her more and more. When Lisa was having trouble making a decision, she would instinctively ask for Irene's opinion too: on matters regarding school, life, future work choices......even her girlfriend. Sometimes, she would get excited and accidentally blurt some stuff out.
But she had surprisingly never mentioned this person who she was seeing so frequently and who she often met with "everything bared." Lisa had even diligently drawn no less than ten sketches of her and had pasted these sketches all over the walls of her dorm.
Something was definitely off.
Irene kept mulling these questions over in her head. For several consecutive days, she was often in a daze outside of work hours.
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Lisa assumed she was too busy, so suggested for her to go back to staying in the apartment next to the company.
"It's too far away. You wake up so early every morning and get back so late. You don't even get enough rest."
While saying this, Lisa had just placed Irene's head on her lap and was giving the other a gentle head massage— In the past, Irene had liked going outside to get massage and spa treatments. For her, Lisa had specially taken the exam to become a Thai masseur.
"No matter. I'm going to finish this comeback promo quite soon."
Irene made this trip everyday mainly because she couldn't bear to part with Lisa. Even a single moment longer together was enough. She was also worried that the other would have nightmares again if she was left to sleep alone at night.
"I-I um......I won't charge you for this period of time. You've taken me in because of my injury. How could I......" Lisa thought she was being serious. Her face instantly flushed bright red.
"I'm just teasing you." Irene patted her back placatingly. "Don't take it to heart. I just can't stop worrying about you. This house is too big. It'll be empty if you're the only one here. I'm worried that you'll feel scared."
Lisa's face turned even redder. She lowered her gaze and softly made a sound of acknowledgement.
Painfully cute.
Irene couldn't help teasing her again, "However, how come the little money grubber has changed her mind?"
"Even so, I'm......" Lisa briefly glanced up at Irene before immediately lowering her gaze again. "I'm not that much of a money grubber......"
"No?"
"No."
"Then why......" Irene slowly approached and trapped the other under herself. "You won't tease me anymore now that you aren't charging me? And here I was wondering about why you've been so well-behaved these past couple of days. You even obediently held hands with me while sleeping instead of rubbing against my leg......"
It was hard to tell if this was because of the professionalism of "I have to give good service because I've accepted money" or the clarity of "we should settle everything clearly so we don't owe each other money or goods", but Lisa most likely had a very accurate little abacus in her heart.
If Irene didn't do her frequently enough or harshly enough, she would always come up with various different ways to help Irene get her money's worth. She had stayed by Irene's side for a little over three years; she had long since figured out all of Irene's kinks. Each time she teased the other, she would succeed. Irene believed herself to be well educated and a person of few wants and needs. With Lisa, though, she often failed to control herself. While toeing the line of losing control, she would act in a beast-like manner that wasn't considerate and caring enough.
After doing so, she would turn around and reflect on herself. Recently, Lisa had been too obedient. She had stopped being "mischievous." Though Irene knew she was recovering, there was still a slight itch in her heart.
This had also just been an offhanded comment.
But the rims of Lisa's eyes instantly turned red. "You're the one who said we aren't suitable......I, I......" And then she couldn't get any other words out. In a panic, she reached her hands over slid on Irene's shirt.
Irene hadn't thought that she would take things so seriously. She got frightened. She hurriedly caught the other's hands and brought them up, then delicately kissed them while patting her back.
"I was just joking. Don't take everything so seriously. How many years have we been together? Would I argue with you over this? Am I that kind of person?"
Lisa stared at her, dazed. Her eyes and nose were both red. "You really aren't angry?"
Irene deeply regretted her words. Her heart hurt terribly. "Aside from the time when you weren't eating your meals, when have I really gotten angry with you? I was just worried you would find staying at home too stuffy, so I was teasing you. Jinjja."
Lisa still didn't feel completely relieved. She urgently said, "I'm actually capable. I just can't kneel yet and can't do certain positions. If you......"
"Don't jump to conclusions." Irene hurriedly kissed her words away. "The best thing for me would be if you recovered quickly."
"Umm..." Lisa finally quieted. She wrapped her arms around Irene's neck and hugged her. "Irene-ssi, I......"
"Mwo?"
"No, nothing."
She swallowed the other half of her sentence once again. The thin little arms wrapped around Irene tightened even more.
Irene ultimately couldn't convince herself to stop being jealous. In the end, she took a few pictures of those sketches and ordered someone to investigate.
But even until the showcase successfully came to an end a week later, the investigation didn't turn up any results.
Now that she didn't have official matters to take care of, she had lots of time to think random thoughts. Each day, Irene couldn't get any work done. She didn't practice with other members, she didn't take any vocal lessons, she didn't even check her personal company matter. All she did was stare at her computer and flip through the pictures she had taken of the sketches, uneasy. It was almost as if someone had placed a tack under her butt.
Her head assistant couldn't take it anymore. With a "please don't lower our work rate" and a cold glare, she got urged to go home. Irene had checked Lisa's schedule and knew that the girlfriend was going to come back in two or three days. Her heart felt like it was on fire. She honestly couldn't keep pretending to be a good director who could keep her work and private life separate anymore. Thus, she directly packed her stuff up and ditched.
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It was only two or three in the afternoon when she returned to the villa.
Irene quickly dropped her stuff. Upon asking the butler where Lisa was, she found out that the other was in the art studio. Consequently, she rushed over.
As soon as she pushed open the door, she found Lisa slanted in the armchair, fast asleep. She was still holding half a pencil in her hands. Her sketchbook was open and had fallen onto the ground. Irene couldn't bear to wake her up. She took off her slippers and carefully tiptoed over.
She instantly noticed the familiar body on the sketchbook. Irene furrowed her brows. After a moment of hesitation, she still picked it up and flipped through a few pages. This time, she saw a side profile.
Very familiar.
As if......
Irene's heart skipped a beat.
Immediately after, she turned a few more pages over. One after another, she saw drawings from different angles that were of different postures and expressions. No matter how she looked at them, they looked like......
Irene lifted a hand and caressed her own face.
But they were a bit......overly pretty and alluring. Irene didn't really dare to confirm that they were her.
In her hesitation, she flipped two more pages and saw a drawing from a very unique perspective: the person in the drawing was propped up directly over the observer. The tips of her hair dripped with sweat. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed. There was an expression on her face that was a mix of lust, dominance, and possessiveness. She looked extremely sexy. One could practically hear the gasps of someone in the midst of a climax from through the drawing......
Okay.
Irene closed the sketchbook. She calmed down her racing heart.
No wonder her investigations couldn't get any results.
No matter how dull she was, by now, she ought to have realized who she was being jealous of.
Ahh...
Lisa was still submerged in her sweet dreamscape.
She had no idea that her secret had already been completely exposed. Her head was still turned to the side and her eyes were still closed. Gently and peacefully, she snored away. Her long and curved eyelashes were distinct; like the wings of a newborn butterfly, they slightly trembled. The corners of her eyes, her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, her baby hairs, her eyelashes, were all shrouded by the color of sweet honey. She seemed like a delectable angel who had fallen into the mortal realm.
Irene had originally already felt a desire to swallow this person whole after seeing those lust-filled drawings. Upon noticing how unguarded the other looked, she felt even hungrier.
However, Irene was a woman who had received a good education. She knew that delicacies needed to be enjoyed.
Faced with such an elegant meal, she naturally couldn't be like a greedy who had swallowed the ginseng fruit whole. That would be a waste of a gift.
Irene forced down her burning desire and quietly scooted close. She picked up Lisa's hand and started "eating" her from her fingertips. While doing so, she also gently and slowly undid the other's buttons. She was wearing Irene's pajamas again. The two of them had the same pair, just in different sizes. If one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
These little hidden acts were terribly adorable too.
Irene's clothes were a little too small for her.
Very easily, one sleeve got removed, revealing half of the white-as-porcelain body underneath. Irene gently kissed the fingers Lisa drew with, one by one. Then, she kissed the back and palm of Lisa's hand. She left a shallow bite mark over the artery in the other's thin wrist before licking down the arm inch by inch.
Lisa's skin was smooth and slightly cool to the touch. Irene always had a feeling that staying in one spot for too long might cause the other to melt, and she would taste sweet.
Lisa was forced to wake up, "Ticklish..."
At first, she was quite bleary.
She instinctively wanted to draw her arm back, but very quickly realized who was kissing her. She lifted her other arms to try and hold on to Irene's neck.
"You're back..." Lisa said in sticky and half-awake voice.
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