Dante Fated Memories - After Story

Non posso fare a meno di amarti

My first night in public with my partner. In the car on the way back to Falzone's mansion, she let out a small breath.

"...Are you nervous?" “Yes. It was a very luxurious party, and I had never worn such high heels before. I was worried that I might make a mistake...... I'm glad I didn't fall because you (Dante) were leading me well.”

“I appreciate you saying that, but it must have been exhausting.” “I'm tired, but a little.” “A little?”

The answer is not very clear, a troubled smile. From seeing her reaction, a feeling of strangeness swells in me. (I'm not sure what to do.)

I finally came up with an idea.

"Is your leg okay?" "...... Just a little bit. But it's nothing serious.”

I felt like cursing myself out loud. It was her first time dancing in shoes she wasn't used to. She was so beautifully dressed that I was excited to be able to hold her hand and I didn't realize how much of a burden it was.

As soon as the car pulled up in front of the mansion, I picked her up in my arms without asking. “No, no, Dante! I can't let you do this! “ “Just stay still.”

I sat her down on the bed and knelt down at her feet to take off her shoes. “D-Dante, that .....!" I was a little hesitant, but my concern for her outweighed my reservations.

I took off the clasp of the garter and removed the stockings, being careful not to scratch her with my fingernails, exposing the red marks on her white feet.

"It doesn't look like it's bleeding ...... but we'd better let it cool down a bit."

I let out a breath of relief and looked up to meet her eyes.

I'm not sure if it's because of the shame or because she's looking at me with a bright red face.

"T-thank you, Dante,....... But I can do the rest myself."

"No. Are you going to walk around with a sore foot?"

"......."

She lowered her eyebrows looking troubled. Before she could say anything, I said to her,

“No calling the servants. I'll take care of you myself......”

"Dante?"

She wonders if I'm halfway through my sentence. I felt a smoldering sense of exclusivity that I had never felt before, perhaps because I had just taken a beautiful woman out into the public eye.

(I don't want anyone else to touch her. .....Even if it's just her toes. No one but me. Let's be cool.)

I let out a deep breath and stood up.

“I'm going to get a wet towel.”

I returned to my room within a few minutes and was dizzy to see the "situation" faintly illuminated by the orange room light. She's waiting quietly on my bed.

(...... Beautiful)

I don't know how many times I thought that tonight. I involuntarily choked when I saw her white bare legs peeking out from the dress I had chosen. On the floor, her shoes and stockings lie in disarray.

(Come to think of it, ....... I didn't think anything of it and brought her to my room.) I must have lost my cool.

“I'll be ...... careful, but if it hurts, let me know."

“Thanks, Dante.”

I was too dazzled to look directly at her smiling, beaming face. I kneeled down in front of her and gently put a towel on her.

(Or rather, where should I look ......?) Once I am aware of her, I can't even look directly at her white bare legs. If I raise my gaze halfway, I might be able to see her white thighs through the hem of her disheveled dress.

(Even though I was upset, I was… I feel like I've done something amazing ......)

"You know, Dante." Suddenly she speaks up. "I had a really nice time today. I wore a beautiful dress and danced with you. I thought that kind of thing only happened in stories."

"I'm glad you didn't mind." "But you know what, I ......" "?" "I know it's a very childish feeling. But I had a thought." "Tell me."

I looked up at her and she said shyly, "Dante, you looked really cool today. That's why I wish no one could see it, I wish I could have you all to myself."

I gasped in surprise. (I didn't know she thought that .....　I'm so glad she meant it.)

I was so happy with her true intention that I also opened my mouth. "I'm the same ... I don't want to show you tonight to anyone else. I regret having taken you out a little."

The heat of our exchanged glances increased, and the love overflowed, making it impossible for me to remain calm again.

“You must be tired tonight. If you want to go back to your room, I'll take you. But if it's possible, I'd like you to stay here with me.”

She answered in a small voice, but clearly.

“I want to stay, too.” “I don't want to force you. If it's too hard, just let me know. I'll do my best…”

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked her most beautiful tonight. I'm not sure if she's going to get more beautiful from now on. (I'm the only one who can see it.)

My desire to have her all to myself is satisfied. She took off her coat, which she had left on, and hastily put my hand on her ice blue dress.

Donate ❤