Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 86: Date

Kaiser closed the door with a dull click, shutting out the tumult of the outside world. Irene, letting out a light sigh, removed her hooded coat and carefully placed it on the back of a chair. Her gaze followed Kaiser, who was already heading toward the small adjacent room, set up as a dressing area.

He returned a few minutes later, transformed. He had swapped his white shirt for another one, deep black, made of velvet fabric. Over it, he had slipped on a long hooded coat, the same dark color, falling to mid-calf. Fitted black pants highlighted his athletic silhouette, and black leather boots completed the outfit. He now looked like an anonymous traveler.

"You look magnificent like that, but..." He pointed to the midnight blue silk dress that still clung to Irene’s curves. "However, we need something more practical. Less... remarkable. We risk being watched, and I want us to go unnoticed."

Irene raised an eyebrow, a glint of amusement in her eyes. This precaution seemed almost exaggerated to her, but she understood the logic. She too wanted to avoid any unwanted attention. But the idea of blending into the night like this alongside Kaiser was far more exciting.

"Okay, darling," she agreed, her smile widening slightly. "I’ll follow your instructions."

Kaiser then pointed to a trunk he had had brought up earlier in the day. Inside were simple but elegant clothes. Irene rummaged for a moment, her fingers brushing the fabrics, before making her choice.

She took a pair of black boots, almost identical to Kaiser’s, brown pants, a long-sleeved cream linen shirt that she tucked into her belt, and finally, she retrieved her own hooded coat that she had kept with her.

She changed quickly behind a lacquered screen. After all, no modesty was needed between them; he had already seen her far more undressed. When she reappeared, she adjusted the hood over her hair and turned to him, a radiant smile on her lips.

"So, my captain? Do I pass inspection?"

Kaiser examined her slowly, from the boots to the hood. His gaze lingered, despite himself, on the curve of her legs that the pants accentuated, then rose to her luminous face. He returned her smile, open and wider.

"Perfectly. You look like an adventurer, ready to conquer the world..."

He approached, brushed her cheek with a light kiss, before his fingers intertwined firmly with hers.

"Let’s go, now."

They left the suite silently, taking the service stairs to avoid the main hall. They finally emerged through a side door opening onto a cobblestone alley. The city, as night fell, was alive and bustling. The wheels of carriages echoed on the stones, while lanterns in windows lit up one by one, weaving a network of orange glows in the cool air. An appetizing smell floated, mixing warm bread, the smoke of grilled meats, and the sweet scent of chestnuts.

Kaiser, without letting go of Irene’s hand, guided her through a maze of less frequented alleys, until they emerged onto the immense square. It was unrecognizable. Dozens, perhaps hundreds of colorful lanterns, strung on wires or hung from stalls, bathed the crowd in warm, dancing light.

The lined-up stands offered steaming skewers, dripping honey cakes, sparkling silver jewelry, and skill games where hilarious children were busy. A joyful hubbub of conversations, laughter, and haggling rose toward the night sky.

Irene felt her heart tighten, then suddenly lighten, freed from the stress accumulated for too long. She hadn’t known such carefree joy in years. Beside her, Kaiser gently tightened his grip on her hand, reassuring her.

"Do you like it?" he asked, tilting his head toward her so his voice could carry through the hubbub.

She turned to him a face fully illuminated, not only by the lanterns, but by an inner joy that made her eyes shine.

"Enormously," she replied, and the word seemed too weak to contain everything she felt. "It’s... wonderfully alive."

They started with a skewer stand. The smell of wood-fired grilled meat, sweet and sour and smoky, spread. Kaiser ordered two generous portions: pieces of chicken marinated in a spice blend, roasted peppers and onions, all skewered on slightly charred wooden sticks. They settled on a bench a bit apart, eating with their fingers. A frank laugh escaped Irene when the rich, sticky sauce ran down her chin.

"You know," she said between bites, trying to wipe it with the back of her hand. "I haven’t eaten in the street like this since... I don’t even remember. When I was little, I used to run away and enjoy it, but now... My status doesn’t allow it."

"Yet it’s the best place to savor life," replied Kaiser, his voice easily covering the buzzing of the crowd. "Far from protocols and the hypocritical statuses we have to maintain." He held out a particularly well-grilled piece of meat to her. Without hesitating, she leaned in and accepted it directly from his fingers.

"That’s true. Here, I feel alive... With you."

Kaiser pinched her nose, smiling.

Once satisfied, they strolled among the colorful stalls, slipping between groups. Kaiser bought two cardboard cups of hot cider. They drank while walking, shoulder to shoulder under their hoods. Irene felt light, almost teenage-like, and every time their arms brushed in the rhythm of their steps.

They stopped in front of an archery stand. Straw targets, painted with concentric circles, were lined up at different distances. The owner encouraged passersby in a voice to take part in his game.

"Come on, sir, show your skill! An arrow in the bullseye, and you win this beautiful plush for your lady!"

Kaiser glanced sideways at Irene, one eyebrow slightly raised.

"Will you let me try?"

"Please," she replied, a half-smile on her lips. "Impress me."

He took the bow, felt it to judge the weight, then drew the string. His breathing calmed. He aimed, and the arrow planted with a dry "clack," directly in the center of the farthest target. Even though he wasn’t strong with the bow, improving his vision made it easy to hit a stationary target.

The owner whistled in admiration and applauded before unhooking a small red fox plush, which he handed to Kaiser. The latter, without a word, placed it in Irene’s arms.

She immediately hugged it to her chest, the soft fabric against her cheek. "It’s perfect," she murmured, delighted.

They continued their journey. At the rifle shooting stand, the bullets were tiny and the metal targets wobbled. Urged by the desire, Kaiser let Irene try her luck. She missed the first two shots, succeeding on the third, she hit her target. The "ding!" was faint, but definitely there. A pure laugh escaped her, and she jumped in place like a child. Kaiser, smiling, caught her by the waist and spun her around once fully, her feet leaving the muddy ground.

"Bravo, champion," he said, setting her down gently.

Further on, they tried ring tossing on bottle necks, fishing for wooden ducks with a too-short fishing rod, then the strength hammer. There, Kaiser struck the base with such force that the puck flew up the ramp and hit the bell at the top with a resounding sound that triggered applause from the surrounding crowd.

With each victory, he offered his prize to Irene: a braided leather bracelet that he fastened himself around her wrist. She accumulated the gifts in her already bulging pockets, her smile radiant, her cheeks flushed with an euphoria she no longer controlled.

Between challenges, they stopped to snack, rebuilding their strength. Irene laughed at every anecdote Kaiser told. Nothing deeply personal, nothing too serious, but his deep voice and the way his gaze always returned to rest on her, as if to check that she was listening, that she understood, filled her with a feeling of fulfillment.

At one point, seeking a bit of respite, they sat on a cold stone wall, away from the main flow of the crowd. Above them, paper lanterns illuminated the spot. Irene, exhausted, gently let her head rest against Kaiser’s shoulder.

"Thank you," she said simply, her eyes fixed on the lights fading away. "Tonight... I feel alive. Really alive.."

They stayed for a long moment in silence, watching the fair from afar, this moving tableau of laughter and lights. Then Irene spoke.

"Tell me," she asked, her voice suddenly lower. "Why, back then... why did you disappear without leaving any news?"