Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Lingering emotions

After I went through the entrance, my feet instinctively took a turn to the right, heading towards the kitchen.

“Dear guest, you seem to possess a keen nose.”

My body froze at his comment.

‘Right, it would be too unnatural if I knew where everything is,’ I turned around to him and rubbed my nose with my index, smiling from cheek to cheek.

The old-looking man faintly smiled back, letting out a cough to the top of his right fist.

“I’ll take it that the missy is hungry?”

I muttered in accordance while assenting with my head, still feeling nervous at almost being caught.

“In that case, let’s start with an evening meal. And...” he walked to my side, grinning cheerfully, “dear guest, you’re in luck. Today the cooker is Sara.”

‘The woman who despises the demons, was it?’ As I was about to take a step towards the door, I stopped and gazed at Afonso.

“You may call me Yuki. It would make me happy to be treated in that manner,” I winked at him, then rushed to the door, opening it.

And what came into sight was something unexpected that made me blush. 

Panting roamed the place, alongside its best friend, moaning. My eyes glanced over at the maid across the room, behind a table, and further ahead, there was a silver-haired young man, the older brother of Sofia. His cheeks were rosy, and he was breathing heavily. His waist didn’t halt, striking at the woman’s rear, whose skirt he had already lifted all the way to her waistline. Her great luscious boobs wavered and bounced, with a bit of a delay from the young man's movements. 

‘Nightly maid,’ I recollected these words from the time I spent with Sara. I didn’t know then what she had meant about serving food. But now, I understood that maids were no different from a grand meal, one to satiate our inner desires. Water filled my mouth the more I watched her being ravaged, her lustful expression and voluptuous chest.

I came across this man last time. He had gone through the door pushing my body to the side without uttering a word. This meant that this time around, I had arrived earlier.

With my cheeks becoming redder, and skin warmer, it was then that I felt a hand plunge itself on my lips, and the force behind it took me out of the kitchen, closing the door afterward.

The man behind me then whispered in my ear, “let’s not bother the young master. He’s not someone you want to meddle with if you wish to keep the status of a guest.”

I nodded quickly, having his hand leave my mouth in no time. 

“I understand. Thank you for the advice.” He smiled at me, further extending his arm to the staircase, pointing at it.

“Let us go, young Yuki.”

I gleamed at him joyfully for calling my name, following his back without issues. Except for my legs walking slowly as I felt the moist in the middle of my legs.

“You can stay in Sofia's room for now. She’s a kind girl, and you’ll surely receive help and guidance.” 

In no time, I arrived at her room, and he had shown me where the bathroom was halfway here. Once I had closed the entrance, I began feeling different.

I sneaked my way into her linens and stood on top of her bed on my knees, gazing down at her beautiful face. My slender fingers passed through her hair softly.

‘I’m back, Sofia...’ I held my tears inside. I didn’t want to share my sadness with her peacefulness. It would have made things a lot more complicated for both. 

‘If I were to tell her about what we once did, about the power of my family...’ My fingers slipped towards her tender lips, and I approached mines. They joined each other, they felt each other warmth and dryness. 

It made my heart beat a little faster. No matter what had happened to me, there was no way I would give up on my first real crush. One whose blood boiled for my skin, for my body, and more importantly, for me.

‘So many people died to create my power,’ I yielded in pain at the memories the tree god showed me. Horrendous sins committed generation after generation.

‘Thank you, grannie,’ I tucked myself in, placing her arm around my waistline, feeling the need to be protected. No matter the darkness of the past, I was innocent, not having to partake in any of it.

‘I promise I’ll do my best to survive, grannie!’ A tear escaped my eye, and I pulled her arm even closer, glueing my body to hers. 

A little moan escaped her lips at that, not one from pleasure, more like one from almost waking her up.

I was not strong enough to hate the tree god after what he had shown me, and nor was I strong enough to fight those who killed me. Yet, I would do everything possible to find a way out of this fate of mine, no matter the cost.

The night passed quietly, allowing me to wake up in the next day full of energy.

My body trembled, and it took me a while to open my eyes. It was cold, but not as bad as the white plains. Yet, chilly enough for my hands to reach out for linens near my slender legs, but I didn’t find any.

“Uh... ah...” I complained, with moans of wanting to sleep warmly. Someone must have stolen my coziness. Why would anyone be that evil? I sighed, and with my deep breath came the opening of my eyes. 

I found the candle in front of me extinguished, plus nothing looked out of the ordinary. Thus, I took a seat on the bed, and had a quick look around.

“Ah!” I shouted at the girl sleeping on the edge of the bed, curled in the warmth that was supposed to be shared. 

She woke up from the noise I made and she looked at me, painting my silhouette in her golden, quiet, and lovely eyes. Then I saw them travel my skin and the bed, and the linens, and a bit of herself.

“I see...” her gaze returned to me, matching my orange eyes, “I may have stolen your share of the linens.”

 The slow and delicate way she did all that entranced me, and unable to hold myself back, I jumped on her.

“How dare you!?” I shouted, while gleaming happily at her. My fingers quickly found gaps between her milky soft skin and the linens, penetrating them. And with some dexterity, I found her neckline, tickling it.

“Hey no! Stop!” She laughed, and her calmness disappeared, quickly replaced with the consequence of my acts. She squirmed and rolled on the bed, and in a way, she became less and less protected by the linens as she struggled.

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“Ah!” Her shout was long, similar to a wild man using a rope to go from one side to the other, going above a dangerous pitfall in the middle of a dangerous jungle. 

At that, her arms encircled me, followed by her legs, and her body rotated mine.

I found myself beneath her, defenceless. 

“Uh, ugh,” her eyes twirled and her legs shook. I felt humidity splashing on my bare legs. It felt strangely warm, quickly taking my coldness away. 

“Ah...” she looked embarrassed at me. Her pee was all over me and in a way, beneath too.

“I...” I tried to apologise, but she placed a finger in front of my lips, shushing me.

“Not a single word about this!”

I nodded in agreement. Only then did she release me, and I helped her with the sheets and clothing. We made a bit ball of linens, leaving the not so white section of it in the centre of it all.

She undressed in front of me, leaving her round, perfect ass for my eyes to see. She joined her panties and lower pajama pants to the enormous ball. 

Then turned to me while keeping her eyes low, “I demand compensation!” She muttered loud enough for me to hear.

“S-sure,” I struggled without knowing what she wanted for my deeds.

She got hold of my hand and took me to the door, opening it slowly. Her eyes took a peek at whatever or whoever could be on the outside.

“Alright,” she placed the big white ball on my arms and some clean clothes on her own, “come!” 

Our legs hastened to one of the rooms down the hall, entering it without giving a chance for anyone to find us. Especially Sofia, who ran naked. She shut the door behind her back, panting with a grin for being successful.

“Phew, we avoided the worst.”

I looked around to the sides, eventually finding a basket with other dirty clothing inside, dropping this ball in it.

‘That sure reeked,’ I scorned at my heightened senses in my mind. And then I smiled, recollecting her flustered expression. A new one I hadn’t yet seen.

She approached an enormous bathtub, pulling a rope next to it. When she did, water began falling on it from some dark, large blue pipes above.

“Woah!” I looked at it and the way it filled up rather quickly despite the grand dimension below, extending my hands to the water that fell like it would at waterfalls.

“Ah! It’s cold!” A complaint escaped my mouth in no time. Followed by Sofia pushing my back against it. 

It wasn’t dangerously deep, so I landed on it, receiving the full impact from the shower throughout every inch of my body. I shouted, annoyed at her prank, a fair one towards what I did to her. My feet moved to the side carefully to not slip, allowing my head to come out of the stream. I heard laughter, and at that I passed my hand through my eyes, finding her to be outside the bathtub mocking me. 

At that, I swung my hands at her, sending some of the water to attack her further. 

“No! No stop!” She wailed at my mercy, but I was merciless after being betrayed. 

Her hand pulled a second rope and then she walked over close to me with not her arms raised, showing me that she surrendered.

At that I stopped, and watched her take a seat on the bathtub, leaving the water to reach up to her knees.

I looked above, not finding anything particular to what she did before coming here.

“What does the second rope do?” Towards my question, she smiled, realizing that I was paying attention to how things worked around here.

“The first one triggers a plump that causes this sea water to drop. And the other one, it rings a bell for one of our employees to warm the water up.”

Her arms crossed onto each other, hiding the nipples from me and the boobs partially.

“Interesting,” I muttered, feeling some warmth on the floor where my feet remained.

“You are a curious and quit witted fox,” a grin appeared on her face, one filled with mockery.

“And you’re a bit too adult to be peeing in bed,” I smirked, accepting the trifling matter of treating her in the same manner. 

For a few seconds, we glared at each other, eventually cracking in laughter.

“I don’t do well with tickling and you sure didn’t go easy on me,” she attempted to hide her embarrassment by turning the head to the side.

“I’m actually sorry about that. I didn’t expect to turn the way it did,” I lowered my head towards her, feeling guilty. 

“I’ll accept your apologies if you pull the first rope to stop the water,” she winked at me, making a faint smile pass on my lips.

“Sure! Leave it to me!” I made my way through the water that reached a bit more than my hip, being that the max, as anymore water would just leave the bathtub borders.

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