ENJOYING BEING A MISTRESS

When Veronica snatched his handkerchief, Ironin thought that she was going to clean her shirt. He tried to turn around to make her comfortable when he heard her saying, "Don't move. Wipe it off."

"…I'm sorry?" 

"Did you hear what I said before? Wipe it off!" Veronica urgently urged him. "I'm freezing."

Ironin hesitantly wiped her chest area. His lips were pressed together. He didn't say it, but he was very uncomfortable. He stopped at some process and gave her a silent stare. 

"Why did you stop?" Veronica cocked her head. "My pants are wet too."

"…" Ironin shoved the handkerchief toward her and looked away. "Do it by yourself." His voice was low.

Veronica raised an eyebrow. "Because of you, I'm drenched. I might even catch a cold. Now you want me to take the responsibility?'

Ironin frowned. He expressed complacent with his expression – just like any normal gentleman would.