Chapter 298: Next customer
Another customer approached the stall a minute later.
A soft brunette woman with generous curves and a gentle sway in her hips walked up.
It was Maris, Myra’s mother.
She wore a simple blouse that clung nicely to her full breasts and a skirt that hugged her wide hips. She scanned the rearranged display with mild interest.
"Carrots and some cucumbers, please," she said warmly to Ameth. "The usual amounts."
Ameth nodded once and began packing.
She selected a good bunch of carrots and added a few cucumbers, moving with her usual efficient grace.
Her sleek blonde hair shifted as she worked, her full breasts pressing against her tunic with each motion.
Maris glanced to the side while waiting.
Her eyes landed on Lor.
Surprise flashed across her soft face, quickly followed by a spark of recognition.
The memory of their recent encounter clearly surfaced — the kitchen, Vela’s strong hands on her, Lor joining them, the heat and shared pleasure that had left all three breathless.
"Lor," she greeted, her voice warm and a touch flustered. A faint blush colored her cheeks.
"What a surprise to see you here. How are your studies going? And how are your parents? Is everything well at home?"
Lor offered a pleasant smile, keeping his relaxed mask firmly in place.
"Studies are steady, thank you. Nothing too exciting, but I am managing. Father has been busy lately with some new work, but Mother is keeping the house running smoothly as always. It is good to see you, auntie."
Maris’s eyes lingered on him.
"It has been a while," she said softly, her tone carrying a subtle invitation. "If you ever pass by the house, do say hello. I would be happy to see you."
The words were innocent on the surface, but the way her thighs shifted slightly under her skirt and the faint heat in her gaze told Lor everything.
She was available for more. She remembered every detail of their threesome and wanted it again.
Lor exchanged pleasantries smoothly. "I will keep that in mind. Thank you. It is always nice to visit friendly neighbors."
Ameth continued packing without comment. She had no idea what undercurrent flowed between them. She added the cucumbers and carrots to the bundle, wrapped them neatly, and handed the package to Maris.
Maris took the vegetables with a polite nod to Ameth, but her eyes flicked back to Lor.
She knew exactly what she had bought. She knew exactly who was watching her. Lor knew too.
He gave her a small, knowing smile, reached out, and took one cucumber from the top of her bundle. He bit into it with a crisp sound.
"Very juicy," he said casually, chewing with clear appreciation and put it back in the bundle. His hazel eyes held hers for a beat.
Maris laughed softly, a warm, slightly breathless sound. She shifted her thighs again under her skirt, pressing them together as a fresh wave of heat clearly stirred in her.
Ameth noticed the way Lor looked at the woman. Her icy blue eyes narrowed slightly as she watched him bite into the cucumber.
Ameth finished the transaction. Coins changed hands.
Maris gave Lor one last lingering glance, then turned and walked away into the evening market crowd, her curvy hips swaying with each step.
Lor’s gaze followed her for a long moment.
Ameth followed his line of sight. She saw only the usual market crowd. Nothing special. She looked back at him with mild suspicion.
"You know her?" she asked. Her voice was cool and clipped.
"She is Myra’s mother, from our class," Lor replied easily.
Ameth studied him for a second. Her sharp face remained neutral.
She decided it was not her business and turned back to rearranging the stall.
That’s when she remembered something.
She reached under the cart and pulled out a cloth bag and held it out to Lor. He took it.
It was heavier than he expected. It jingled with a satisfying weight when he shifted it in his palm.
"Eighty-eight silver," she said. "Your share since last time."
Lor loosened the drawstring, looked inside briefly, then pulled it closed. He tucked the pouch into his inner jacket pocket.
"Good. Looks like your business is going well." he said.
Ameth watched him with her arms crossed, expression neutral.
"The advice today. It worked."
Lor gave a small nod. "I am glad."
"So." She looked away, adjusting the same bundle of leeks once more. "Thank you."
"You are welcome, Ameth."
She nodded once.
Conversation over, as far as she was concerned. She picked up a crate to restock the front of the stall, her strong arms flexing, her full breasts shifting with the motion under her tunic.
Lor did not leave.
He leaned casually against the wooden post at the corner of Ameth’s stall. His arms rested loosely crossed over his chest.
A small cluster of evening shoppers passed through the lane, their voices mixing with the clink of coins and the rustle of baskets. He waited patiently for them to move on, unhurried.
Ameth set down another crate she had been restocking.
The wood thudded softly against the trestle. She turned and looked at him directly. Her icy blue eyes were flat.
"Why are you still here?" she asked. Her voice was cool and clipped.
"Just thinking," Lor replied easily.
"Think somewhere else."
"Actually," he said, turning to face her properly, "I wanted to buy something."
Ameth gestured at the stall with her hand. "Pick what you want. Same price as everyone else."
"Not vegetables," he said.
She went still. Her sharp face remained expressionless, but those assessing icy blue eyes locked onto him. "Then what?"
He held her gaze steadily. "I want your panties. Ten silver."
A beat of silence stretched between them.
The market noise continued around them. Cart wheels rumbled over stone.
Ameth’s expression did not change much, but something behind her eyes recalculated.
"Thirty," she said flatly.
"Fifteen."
"Twenty."
"Ameth. Twenty silver for both. That is generous."
"Twenty-five," she countered. "For both. That is my final offer."
He considered it for a moment, a small wry smile tugging at his lips. "Both for twenty-five?"
"Yes. You helped me today, so I am being reasonable. Do not make me regret it."
