His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 244: Demonstrate in Action

** Eli **

Eli rummaged through the drawer, contemplating the overflowing supply of clothing at his disposal. The options might be as historically inaccurate as the image filters, but they were all beautiful indeed, each one a different color and style from another. All were laden with shiny ribbons, ornate laces, and sparkly rhinestones.

"I like green on you." He picked a deep emerald green corset at last, trimmed with gold laces and encrusted with intricate patterns of rubies. "We’ll find a gold and black skirt to go with it. Maybe a flare-sleeve chemise too, with white ruffles at the cuffs."

Harper gave him an impressed look as she took the corset from his hand. "I like how tastefully you’re dressing me up in your mind," she remarked. "Let’s see, not sure if they have a fancy chemise like that though ... Would this do?"

She pulled out a creamy white tunic, with simple laces decorating the semi-flare cuffs. Close enough.

"Alright. So the shirt needs to go on first, yes?" Satisfied with her clothing choices, Harper was quick to proceed, pulling the chemise straight over her head. To her disappointment, however, the garment draped in a shapeless poof over her t-shirt, and she twisted around in the multiple layers of clothing a bit clumsily, clearly unsure how to fit a tight bodice on top of everything else.

"I don’t think that’s how you are supposed to put this on," Eli offered with a chuckle. "Didn’t you just point out to me that there’s a changing room inside this booth? Obviously they aren’t expecting you to leave all those layers underneath." He cleared his throat meaningfully before adding, "Especially not the bra — keeping that on would defeat the whole purpose of the corset."

Harper blinked up at him. He could see her brain turning gears before the look in her eyes changed, and the corner of her lips lifted upward.

"Do I hear an offer to help me with that?" she asked, taking a quick step aside into the changing space behind the divider screen.

Ah. Abso-damn-lutely.

Eli grinned, slipping behind the divider as well. With one hand helping her hold the bodice steady, he slid the other hand up her back, unhooking those two tiny clips. A few wiggles and tugs ensued before they managed to free the undergarment through her sleeves, and he draped it over his neck like a treasured garland.

"Now you’re supposed to align your assets nicely within the frame of the corset," he instructed, looping the ribbons of the bodice through the first set of eyelets at the back.

"Hmm?" The girl turned her head back just enough to glance at him, and he saw the twinkle in those eyes brighten. "Would you care to elaborate how I’m supposed to do that?"

Eli arched an amused eyebrow. Now, he was starting to like this photo booth more and more. It might even make it to his own favorite list by the end of the day as well.

"How about I demonstrate for you in action?" Looping his free hand around her, he reached over her shoulder. "Lift it a bit to give it a push-up effect, like this."

He gave one side of that soft handful a firm squeeze as his other hand pulled on the laces behind her, tightening the bodice just enough to hug her rib cage snugly.

It was hard to resist giving her a little tease. After all, Eli could never turn down an opportunity to get his hands on this delicious body that he was hopelessly addicted to, even if it was just a little squeeze here and there. Especially when she was being so naughty and tempting him with suggestive glances like that.

But what he didn’t expect in response to that tease ... was a soft sigh drifting out of her, and she nudged a little forward, pushing that soft handful further into his palm.

"I think it can go tighter," she suggested.

... Oh?

The mood within the photo booth suddenly shifted, turning from teasing playfulness into something wickedly seductive. "Tighter how?" Eli asked, his voice subconsciously lowering. "This way?" He pulled the straps tighter behind her. "Or this way?" Squeezing his other hand instead, he gave her another firm knead.

"Mmm, I think you know the answer." Her head tilted back, now leaning against his chest, the top of her frizzy hair tickling his chin.

... This little demoness!

"You’re playing with fire, love." Eli couldn’t believe that he was being blatantly seduced. In a photo booth out of all places. "You realize this counts as a public stunt ... even if the door is locked? Sound still travels through all those gaps."

In demonstration, he moved his hand under the loose constraint of the bodice, closing his fingertips around an already hardened little pebble. As expected, a short moan threaded out of her throat, distinctly audible above the muffled ambient music playing low across the store.

"Well ... but that’s why we are here when everyone else is getting dinner, isn’t it?" The little demoness argued shamelessly. "Besides, you are the one who told me to take off my bra. It’s not like I originally planned to— ah ..."

The rest of her argument turned into another soft whimper when he rolled that sensitive pebble between two fingers, and his lips landed on the luring stretch of her neck exposed right under his eyes.

Fine, he would teach this little devil a real lesson this time! If she was in for the thrill, then he was all game to live this wicked moment to the fullest!

"In that case, I like your new plan better," Eli murmured against the side of her neck. His other hand let go of the corset, leaving it to its own friction to drape loosely over her chest. "Let’s keep going to get you ready for the rest of the gown, shall we? We can start working on the skirt next—"

With that, his palm grazed down the bodice, and he popped the button at the waist of her shorts.