"From the start," Otto said with a smile.
How could he possibly fail to tell Lost Rose and Rita apart, especially when Lost Rose was openly wearing the birthday gift he had given her?
"How boring." Lost Rose swung her legs, making one wonder whether she was about to prop those long legs up on the table. "So you and that girl haven't even kissed."
"I'm very shy and bashful," Otto said innocently.
Lost Rose rolled her eyes. If Otto would just take his hand off her, she might believe him a little for the ring's sake.
Still, Lost Rose let him do as he pleased. After all, she had promised him last time that he could touch her.
But after a while, Lost Rose still rose from Otto's arms.
She stood up, turned around, and sat on the desk in front of Otto, placing both feet on his thighs and making him raise an eyebrow.
But Lost Rose paid no attention to Otto's reaction. She merely bent down and removed the thigh-high stockings from her legs. Unlike Rita, Lost Rose actually preferred bare legs, especially since the stockings had already been torn by Otto.
After taking them off, Lost Rose's pale toes curled slightly, as though celebrating their escape from restraint. She tossed the damp stockings onto Otto like an old aristocrat throwing down a glove to issue a duel.
If Otto accepted the challenge, there would surely be a bloody storm ahead.
Yet in the face of Lost Rose's provocation, Otto's heartbeat merely sped up slightly. He made no further improper moves.
Having known Lost Rose for so long, Otto understood her completely—not just her body, but her personality as well.
She liked teasing him, and her teasing always made Otto's heart race and his imagination run wild.