Chapter 43 ASMR
“Is… is that so…”
Alman awkwardly turned his head, trying to hide his uncertain gaze with the hair falling over his forehead. Evelia, of course, wouldn’t care about Alman’s performance. Her only task at the moment was to help him relax, so all she wanted was to coax him to sleep.
“If you don’t like this, I can change to something else.”
Evelia said as she took out a classic fluffy stick. However, compared to the feather that just needed a casual sweep, the fluffy stick required much more skill. Although Evelia had a strong learning ability, she was used to doing tough jobs. She could quickly learn to kill, set fires, and cut throats, but she had no experience with things that required gentleness.
“Um…”
While holding the fluffy stick, she also picked up her operation manual, glanced at the diagrams, then looked at Alman’s ears, and finally “puffed” the fluffy stick into his ear.
“Ah, crap…!”
As the fluffy stick went into Alman’s ear, he let out a tragic cry.
After that, Evelia seemed to be following a recipe, using the fluffy stick like a spoon, stirring circles in his ear as if it were a pot of soup. Just by listening to Alman’s screams, it was clear how much pain he was in.
“Eve… Eve—Evelia…!!”
Evelia appeared to be deeply focused on studying what so-called ear cleaning was. It wasn’t until Alman firmly grasped her wrist that she finally stopped, and when she realized she couldn’t see Alman’s expression clearly due to her chest, she moved her position slightly.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Alman?”
“You’re asking me what’s wrong… do you want to kill me? You’re going to poke a hole through my ear!”
“……”
Evelia blinked her golden eyes, thinking— I actually intend to kill you.
“I’m very sorry, Mr. Alman.”
But not right now.
“… Hah…”
Faced with Evelia, who had an expressionless yet seemingly sincere apology, Alman had no intention of pursuing the matter further. He initially wanted to end it and sit up, but Evelia pressed him back down.
“Mr. Alman, it’s not over yet.”
“It’s not over yet?” Alman was pressed back down on the thigh, his tone rising in panic. “What are you trying to do again?”
“I’m very sorry for hurting you earlier.”
“Why does that sound so weird… sigh, it’s fine, it’s not a big deal, as long as I can still hear now.”
“But your ears look even redder than before.”
“Then it really is because you poked me…”
“I see…”
Evelia began patting Alman’s shoulder gently, but compared to before, the fiery pain in his ear kept him alert, and he had no mood left to enjoy Evelia’s lap pillow.
“Ha…”
“……!”
But soon, that pain was overshadowed by another feeling.
“Ha… Mr. Alman… does it still hurt…”
Evelia was now leaning by his ear, softly blowing air into it.
“Eve… Evel…”
“Ha… your ear is still red… it seems really painful… ha… I can help you blow it…”
Evelia lowered her voice, whispering sweetly in Alman’s ear. Perhaps due to her hushed tones, there was a sweet resonance in her voice that made Alman’s heart skip a beat. He pursed his lips, furrowed his brow, and his palm inadvertently formed a fist.
“Ha… it seems… still hasn’t improved… Mr. Alman… your ear… is still like that…”
As Evelia spoke, her voice grew closer, and the temperature of her breath became warmer. Alman could still hear her flipping through the manual beside her, and with each turn of the page, her lips drew nearer.
“Mr. Alman… mmm…”
Eventually, she called out his name and placed a light kiss near his ear.
“Mr. Alman… mmm… is it better now…”
“Eve… Evel, what are you… doing?”
The sudden kiss made Alman tremble. Though he felt embarrassed to say it, he completely lost control of his breath at that moment when Evelia’s soft kiss appeared.
Evelia initially wanted to calm him down and address his insomnia, but after trying out the “special sleep aid” method she found in the last few pages of the manual, it had the opposite effect on Alman, making him more alert.
“I just want you to relax… Mr. Alman…”
“Maybe let’s not do this… Evel, this isn’t exactly something that helps one relax—”
“Mr. Alman, don’t move around…”
This was not the first or even the second time that Alman had tried to get up, only to be pressed down again by Evelia. This time, she didn’t give him a chance. This stubborn Evelia always thought that once a task was half done, it shouldn’t be abandoned, so she directly leaned down, pressing her softest part against Alman.
“Eve…!”
Alman’s arms felt a heavy pressure. Instinctively wanting to block it, he felt a strange friction on his arm, the thin layer of fabric making every detail painfully clear.
Evelia looked closely at Alman and noticed where his gaze was directed. She nodded and said:
“Yes, because you didn’t seem to like the outfits I prepared last time, I specifically didn’t wear them this time so you wouldn’t dislike me during our meeting.”
“W-what?”
“Top and bottom, Mr. Alman, I didn’t wear any.”
“?!”
That meant Evelia was now wearing only a maid dress and a pair of white stockings.
Alman suddenly recalled when he lay on Evelia’s lap, the back of his head having brushed against her abdomen. He swiftly realized where he had rested…
In an instant, it felt as if something explosive had gone off in Alman’s mind.
“Ah, Mr. Alman, this is bad.”
“… Huh? W-what?”
Now, Alman was speaking with a stutter and tremble, thanks to the overload in his brain.
“It seems your ear has gotten some of my lipstick on it; no wonder it’s been so red.”
Evelia’s lipstick had been given to her by shop assistant Anna just to maintain her slightly chapped lips, and it wasn’t heavily colored. But seeing that the red on Alman’s ear hadn’t faded, her quirky thought process led her to this conclusion.
Though it sounded sarcastic, Evelia genuinely thought this.
“Eh? M-me? That’s not important…”
“I’ll help you take care of it.”
Recalling the “special sleep aid” section from the manual, Evelia leaned down, her tongue beginning to gently lick the persistent red on Alman’s ear.
“……!”
This time, Alman let out a silent scream. When Evelia’s tongue traced a circle around the outer edge of his ear, his mind seemed to go numb, even forgetting to resist or struggle.
Following the method described in the manual, Evelia softly bit Alman’s earlobe, her tongue slowly outlining the shape of his ear. She gradually took his entire ear into her mouth.
Alman felt only the sticky sounds of movement by his ear, as if someone were nibbling at his brain. The rhythmic crunching was bewildering. As he drew breath, Evelia would emit soft hums, a strange sound that touched his nerves. Though it was just a few seconds, for him, it felt like an eternity of blankness in his mind.
“Eve… Evel… just… pause for a moment.”
At an unexpected instant, Alman snapped back to reality, suddenly sitting up to avoid giving Evelia another chance. He sat across from her, raising one hand to signal her to stop, but he covered his face with the other, panting heavily, unable to speak for a while. The hand he had raised gradually lost strength and drooped down.
“Mr. Alman? The sleep aid isn’t over yet…”
“You’ve done well enough… Eve.”
Almost good enough to have resolved it for himself.
“So… um… I’m about to sleep now… can you… please leave?”
“Are you asking me to leave this time because you’re angry?”
“N-no… Eve…” Alman covered his face with his large hand, revealing only one eye as he looked at Evelia, “I’ve never… been angry at you.”
“That’s good… Mr. Alman.”
“Be careful on your way back… next time… properly dress up, I… don’t mind.”
Evelia paused for a moment, and then, as Alman lowered his head in embarrassment, a rare genuine smile appeared at the corner of her mouth—a shallow one, but it could still be considered ‘she smiled.’
“That’s good, Mr. Alman, I’m glad you like it.”
However, Alman, who had his head lowered, seemed not to notice that faint smile.
Seeing that Alman had stopped speaking, Evelia skillfully packed up her tools and the manual. This time, she felt that she not only helped Alman alleviate his insomnia but also reconciled with him, making her feel quite accomplished. When she had time, she needed to thank the shop assistant Anna for giving her that manual.
Click.
Once the door closed, Alman finally dared to relax. He awkwardly lowered his hands, looking down at himself who had “impatiently” reacted instinctively, and with a face filled with despair, he plopped himself onto the bed.
“Ahhh—so annoying—”
