Chapter 13: 13: Cleanup Time

The sound of the doorbell caused my heart to sink. I looked down to Fig, hoping for an idea, only to receive a shrug from her cum soaked shoulders.

Fig was covered in jizz from head to toe, my own crotch and abdomen were only slightly better, and most importantly: while we were having our fun I failed to consider the fact that we were still on the couch. Strings of semen streaked across the seat of the couch as well as two of the cushions, creating obvious white lines against the dark brown of the couch.

I leapt up and rushed to the kitchen, grabbing several paper towels off the roll before rushing back, one hand trying to clean off my dick while the other tried to get as much semen as I could off of the seat of the couch.

Under ordinary circumstances it would only be a minor problem. Fig and I could be cleaned up pretty easily, and the cushions could be cleaned in just a few minutes if I worked at it, the problem was-

*Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Diiing Dooong*

The sound of the doorbell going crazy indicated that Luce was not planning on waiting for long at all, which meant things would be in dangerous territory soon.

Luce was Noitte's best friend, and had been cleaning the house for years now. I generally opened the door out of a combination of politeness and wanting to know when she gets here so that she doesn't see anything she shouldn't, but truthfully, Noitte had long since given her a key "just in case". 

Technically, it was my house and she had no right to just give a key away to someone who I don't get along with, but I'd never really had a reason to care until now. If anything I was flattered that she assumed I'd be out of the house at any point for long enough for it to matter.

In any case, Luce was supposed to clean downstairs today, which of course included the living room and the couches. If she found the cushions like this, I would be in for more than a little trouble. As for me being half naked with a cum soaked crotch or Fig looking like a floating blob of jizz? Just… no.

"Hey Fig, could I use Corruption to-"

"Nope! Not a chance."

Fig quickly shook her head as she floated above the cushion, shaking loose a few droplets which slightly worsened the problem.

Okay then…

At the very least I need to make things look normal enough to buy myself a second to think.

First things first: the cushions. 

I tossed my blanket over the back of the couch, obscuring the newly added stains, at least temporarily. It meant I now had to wash my blanket tonight, but whatever.

I quickly began throwing on my boxers and shorts, not having time to care about either the gross feeling of the remaining wetness against my shorts or the extra laundry, only hoping that the wet spot wouldn't be too eye-catching at first glance. 

As I pulled up my boxers I directed my attention to Fig.

"Go wash up!"

"I can't! I phase through normal objects!"

Shit!

The door to the bathroom was closed, and even if it wasn't she couldn't turn on the faucet herself.

I quickly pulled up my boxers and grabbed my shorts in my hand as I ran around the couch, quickly threw open the bathroom door, and rushed to open the faucet.

*Click*

I heard the sound of the front door's lock sliding open as the water came on, and quickly tried to pull my shorts on.

Just as I managed to get then in place, the *crack* sound of the front door opening sounded out, followed by Luce's loud and slightly annoyed voice. 

"Hello!?"

"Hello!?"

I responded as I poked my head out of the bathroom, the faucet still on and washing the mess off of Fig. 

"Conor? Why the heck didn't you answer me?"

She scowled at me as she half slammed the front door behind her.

"Sorry, I was rinsing off my hands."

She squinted at me for a moment before looking at the bathroom where the sound of the sink running could be heard.

"Hmph! You were probably just in the middle of jerking off, right?"

W-well… not exactly, but I wish you weren't so close. Let's move the conversation away from that assumption.

"Why is that what you immediately jump to?"

"Because someone like you is definitely always either playing games or jerking off."

"Give me a break, Luce-

"Ms. Ohm!"

"Whatever."

"You're whatever!"

She scowled as she set down her cleaning supplies by the door before beginning to reach down to the base of her uniform shirt and began to pull it up.

I was shocked for a moment before remembering that this was the result of the first time I'd used Corruption on her. When she was alone with me she would take off her clothes to 'motivate' me.

Well, I say "clothes" but it was just the shirt for now.

She quickly finished removing her shirt, exposing her light gray bra and the pale, freckled, D cup breasts it was supporting.

I watched closely as she folded her shirt and set it down on the plant stand by the door.

Seeing my reaction, the angry scowl on her face faded into a smug grin as she walked towards me, arms folded and pushing up her breasts as she did.

"Hmph! Makes you want to get a job right?"

"Er… right?"

"Well then hurry up and do something! Half the town is hiring right now!"

She turned away from me aggressively as she said that, causing a noticeable ripple to move through her breasts before she began walking past me.

More importantly, however, is that she activated my trap card!

"Actually, I'm starting work at Richard's on Monday."

Luce froze as she passed me. 

The look on her face quickly flashed from confusion to surprise, then slight joy, before settling back into her usual condescending smirk.

"W-well, about time, loser!"

Thank you Luce, very cool.

Her face began to slowly flush as she seemed to think for a moment before continuing on.

"So now you can finally start doing the bare minimum to be a functioning member of society, huh? Guess a little motivation goes a long way."

Huh? 

She paused for a moment as she stared at my face, her mouth opening and closing a few times as she tried to say something. After about a minute, she seemed to figure out what she wanted to say.

"Anyway! You know getting the job is just the beginning, right? You still have to actually work and not get fired. Plus! If you only stayed working a cash register your whole life, you'd basically still just be a failure!"

Her face flushed even more as she rambled on, her voice growing slightly higher after each word.

Just what exactly is she going on about?

"S-so I guess if you're going to do better than this, I need to m-motivate you some more!"

With that, she put her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her uniform pants. She looked up at me, meeting my eyes as her hands froze in her waistband.

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Oh! So that's it! It's more "motivation".

"..."

"..."

We both stood still for a moment before my head started to hurt slightly as she seemed to struggle to commit to pulling down her pants. It was a feeling I was quickly getting used to: the feeling of resistance. 

Okay, let's see: she started on pulling them down, but then froze up. The action itself doesn't seem beyond negotiable, but she froze while looking at me…

Okay then.

"I, uh, I think I should turn off the sink."

Saying that I turned around and walked towards the bathroom. Sure enough, as soon as my back was turned the pressure in my head dissipated followed shortly by the light sound of rustling clothes.

I walked into the bathroom where Fig was still sitting naked in the sink, relaxing as water passed through her. I shut off the water without saying anything then started making my way back to Luce with Fig flying close behind.

"Hehehe! So it looks like the "motivation" is just gonna get better, huh?"

She zipped past me and towards Luce, who was standing slightly awkwardly with her hands holding her now folded pants.

Her gray boy shorts were in full view, now showing off most of her beautiful body. Her just barely noticeable abs ran down and emphasized the curve of her hips, highlighting the path down to her privates in the way only an athletic woman can manage. 

There was no way in hell I was going to convince her to take off her panties today, but the promise made by the curves I could see was almost too enticing to resist.

Below her underwear, her toned legs continued to impress as my eyes made their way down before stopping at her socks, which remained pulled up halfway to her knees. The socks themselves were nothing special, just normal cotton socks you could buy in a twelve pack at Richard's, but the contrast they provided against her bare legs and almost nudity?

For the first time ever, I felt like Luce had a bit of the charm a maid ought to have. 

Last but not least…

I tried to move slightly so that I could get a better look at her butt, causing her to blush once again and step back away from me. 

"A-anyway! leave me alone so I can work, would you?"

She continued to back up until she bumped into my couch, her hand landing on my blanket. 

Feeling the blanket under her hand, she pulled at it without turning around, reflexively bunching it up in her hands.

Wait, shit!

"Seriously, Conor? Couldn't you at least have the decency to fold up your blanket in the morning and not-"

She paused mid sentence as her hand seemed to touch something.

I froze, not knowing what to do as she raised her hand to her face and looked at the remaining cloudy liquid that had attached itself to her. She blankly stared at her hand for a moment before looking down to the cushion the blanket had been on and the lines of semen still splattered across it.

"..."

"..."

"Is this-"

Corruption

Before she could finish asking a question I definitely couldn't answer, I activated my skill and dropped her into a deep trance.

"Wow! This is a tough one, huh?"

Fig flew back over to Luce who was staring blankly at the semen on her hands and made a useless comment as if it were someone else's problem, while I tried to figure out what to do here.

Okay, what are my options?

"Can I just make her forget this happened?"

"I mean, sure? But going in and using magic to brute force your way through someone's memories might not be the best move?"

"Okay… well can I just make her not disgusted?"

"Nope! She was already feeling super vulnerable with you leering at her like a pervert. No way is the disgust she was feeling just going to disappear. "

"I… I guess that makes sense."

Let's see, what else can I do?

"Hey Fig? Can you reread her emotions real quick?"

"No prob!"

She flew around Luce for a moment before flying back over to me and tapping her chin.

"Let's see… she doesn't hate your guts as much, she has a little bit of romantic attraction from her old crush on you, and she currently has disgust through the roof."

Okay, not ideal.

"Could we just clean up while she's frozen and act like she was seeing things?"

Fig froze up for a moment. 

"I… I hadn't thought of that! That's such a cool way to use me, Conor!"

No no no, I think it should be an obvious one, right?

"As long as you have me, you'll be so good at gaslighting women! No matter what happens they'll never be able to prove what you said was wrong!"

I felt a sharp pain in my chest for some reason. I wanted to say something back in my defense, but nothing came to mind.

Instead of retorting, I quickly rushed past Luce and into the kitchen, grabbing more paper towels as well as a wet rag to get everything off the couch.

Fig, for her part took a more… direct? approach. 

As I returned to the living room, I saw Fig phase through the back of the couch before floating back up from under where the stains were, taking globs of semen with her as she floated up.

I'll let it go since it's helpful right now, but what the hell?

I turned on the bathroom faucet once again so that Fig could wash herself off as I quickly wiped off as much as I could from the cushions, the couch, my blanket, and myself. 

After a few torturously long feeling minutes, we had cleaned off pretty much everything,  making sure to dump everything into the garbage can outside so that Luce wouldn't just find the same thing again in the trash. 

Last but not least was what was on her hand.

"Fig, if you would?"

I could have easily cleaned off her hand, but if I touched her right now that would probably be it for me.

Fig nodded with a lewd smile on her face, her expression having become more and more warped each time she used her body to pull semen off of something.

With a now practiced motion, Fig flew under Luce's outstretched hand, then slowly floated up through the dirty spot, allowing it to coat her head and back before flying off to the bathroom once more with a flushed face and a frankly indescribable expression. 

I checked everything over one more time to make sure I hadn't missed any spots, then stopped for a moment to think.

She would wake up thinking she had my jizz on her hand, only to find it clean. What could I do with that?

As I considered my options, I walked around the other side of the couch to finally get a good look at Luce's backside. 

She had a perfectly round bubble butt which had clearly benefited from whatever exercise she had done over the years. Her gray boy shirts were pushed out by her ass and drawn in slightly between her cheeks, leaving a deep and visible groove along the back of her underwear and leaving nothing to the imagination. I'd never really understood people who talked about wanting women to sit on their faces, but felt like I gained a glimmer of insight into them today.

I briefly wondered if she had freckles on those cheeks too, but couldn't do anything to answer that question due to the circumstances, instead looking down once again along the line from her ass to her legs and down to her socks. 

It's decided! This time we're going to push her further down the "sexy maid" route!

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