Closing the door to her room, Yuki let out a small sigh. She then turned around and called out to Ayano, standing behind her.
“…Ayano.”
“Yes, Yuki-sama.”
“Can you be a body pillow for a moment?”
“Understood.”
Ayano nodded her head in recognition of these instructions, though most might not trust their ears if they heard, and laid down murmuring, “Excuse me.” Yuki silently leaned forward and hugged her from the front, burying her face in Ayano’s chest.
With Ayano in her arms, Yuki twists over to the left and right, pressing her head against Ayano’s chest. Meanwhile, Ayano just did what she was told. She never wrapped her arms around Yuki or stroked her head since this would hurt Yuki’s pride as a master. Knowing this, Ayano said nothing extra and simply committed to the cuddling. Yuki happily raised her face a few minutes later, knelt on the bed, and breathed.
“Alright, I’ve recovered!”
“Are you sure by that?”
“Yeah, thanks. Man, boobs sure are great.”
Yuki got out of bed and walked to her computer as she uttered that.
“Let me do your hair for you.”
“Yeah, please do.”
Yuki’s hair was disheveled from lying on the bed, so Ayano took a comb and brushed it. Her hands were soft, and her eyes were filled with boundless compassion.
“Just a little bit more, okay? It’s only visible from the shoulders up anyway. By the way, can you get me a drink?”
“Understood. Would you like some coffee?”
“Yeah, since I’ll be watching Brother and that other anime tonight. Especially Brother, since it’s a masterpiece, you see~. ‘He-he~ I’m not letting you sleep tonight, okay~? Big bro~.’”
Yuki beamed with delight thinking about late-night anime and the accompanying feedback session. Ayano quietly exited the room, pleased that her master had returned to her usual self.