Chapitre 22: [Maid Beneath The Midnight Moon]
//I will make myself known as the King of The Underrated by the time I'm done with writing completely.
Blame!, Redline, Arpeggio of Blue Steel, Houseki no Kuni, so on and so on. If it's underrated and I like it, you can bet your fat ass I am doing a book on it later. Who knows, you might see some childhood classics at some point in the future.//
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"...I need to get my libido under check..."
Ordell lay in the bed he and his beloved master share, covered in sweat and other liquids and in complete nudity. The very same could be said for the pink-haired loli, except she was, once again, much worse off. She was asleep. It was the very same predicament Ordell had found himself in the night before. He had rough, time-breaking sex with Louise (to make sure she gets enough sleep to not be bitchy the next morning) and was too horny to sleep with her...
The moon was high and the time was nigh for Ordell to yet again make his grand escape! ...Which wasn't really all that grand, it was mostly for self-control. Oh, he would love to have sex again with Louise, but the girl can only handle so much with her lithe frame and unimpressive physical stamina. Don't get him wrong, he loved her to bits. He was just a little mad at himself for being so goddamn horny all the same! CURSE YOU, MONOTYPIC SPECIES PHYSIOLOGY!
...Monotypic means that the person/animal is the only one of its species, henceforth: Ordell!
"Sigh..." with a silent sigh, the male gently tucked his much shorter lover beneath the soft, albeit slightly moist covers and quickly left the room.
Of course, he put on some clothes before doing so, like his signature coat and so on. Now he had more than one! Speaking of... he still needed to get his original one clean. It wasn't special in any sort of way, it was just with him the moment he arrived so he wanted to keep it in good condition. Not a good start considering it has already soaked up some of his and Louise's fluids but hey, the horny didn't choose the lewd, the lewd chose the horny.
Now with two coats, one he was actually wearing and one he was carrying in a wooden basket along with some of Louise's clothes, Ordell made his way to the one person he knew would help him with this monumental task... it's the best maid, Siesta!
...But the funny thing is Ordell had no idea where Siesta was. Well, he could literally go ask Marteau or one of the other pretty maid girls. Of course, they were second or third class in comparison to Siesta but they still deserved to be called pretty! If calling women pretty or being in love is considered being a simp, then let's hope those people that think so stay out of the gene pool...
Ahem.
So Ordell made way for the staff room, only to immediately come across the person he was looking for the moment he stepped out of the stone tower. A pretty Siesta appears!
"Oh! Good evening, Siesta!"
The girl jumped slightly from fright when Ordell called her name, but quickly recomposed herself, "O-Oh, good evening Ordell!"
"Sorry to bother you this time of the day, again, but uh... any place I could use to wash my clothes? Louise's too," to emphasise his point, Ordell presented Siesta with the wooden bucket he crammed the clothes into.
The maid couldn't help but sweatdrop, if those clothes didn't end up more wrinkly than an old man's penis she'd be surprised, "U-Um... sure! Can I help too?"
"Uh... if you know how to fold clothes sure because I have no idea," the maid giggled at Ordell's joke, but the male could only sweat lightly at the thought of the girl asking about the "strange liquids" coating the fabric of the dirty clothing.
The pretty, hot, SEXY maid led the horned male to a... well? Could this be called a well? The name of this contraption eludes the narrator, but it is like a water pump with a small reservoir built around it to allow water to build up to a certain height. Anyway, Ordell immediately got to washing the dirty clothes. He did so very swiftly but with very little care. Siesta wanted to stop him from being rough with the soft cotton nightgown, Louise's very sexy choice of sleepwear, but it was too late. Siesta even missed the moment he rolled up his sleeves, she only heard excessive splashing and saw Ordell's hands moving at the speed of sound, nearly ripping the damn clothes in the process. She would have thought he would at least be a little considerate with the panties, but nope, he just fucking squeezed those out like they were a cheap cleaning cloth.
It was clear to Siesta that Ordell will not make a fine househusband, oh, well, that's what she's for then!
Now with the clothes clean and dry, somehow Ordell managed to squeeze out every last drop of liquid from them, Siesta and Ordell were sitting down on the grass folding clothes. Well, Siesta was showing Ordell how to do so, and the male in turn was fucking failing.
"Taking clothes off and just buying new ones is becoming a really attractive alternative..."
Siesta couldn't help but sweatdrop at the male's depressed tone. It was beyond her how a human, well, not really human but you get the point, can be this fucking terrible at folding CLOTHES. Each time Ordell folded something, it would end up wrinkled and uneven and fucking terrible and IT ANNOYED THE HELL OUT OF HER! For the first time, Siesta actually managed to grow annoyed, not that she verbally or physically showed it. But still, her annoyance was somewhat traceable in her tone of voice whenever Ordell cocked up.
And, he did notice, he's not wearing a blue hoodie and has an incredibly annoying character! Ordell can actually, somewhat, understand women. That alone should be considered a magic skill of the highest order, but it was very much imperfect. To him, women were like unsolved puzzles, except every time he tried to solve one it would magically change its picture and all the pieces would just explode.
"Siesta?"
"Hm-"
Her breath hitched when she turned her eye to look at Ordell, but she immediately noticed that he was right. In. Front. Of. Her. Literally a breath away, the girl blushed and jumped back in surprise. This only instigated a chuckle from the male though.
"Hehe~ Sorry. I couldn't help myself, you're way too cute when you're angry."
The girl blushed harder but tried something she was very much not used to, talking back.
"O-Oh? Is that so? Then what am I when I'm not angry?"
"Beautiful~"
...The counterattack failed. It fucking failed and she was left twice as embarrassed as she would normally be! Damn this strangely attractive, manly familiar for being so... AGH! Siesta's annoyance vanished without her even noticing, but Ordell did.
"So... feel like telling me what's bothering you?"
The maid's heart all but stopped when she heard the soft words come from Ordell's mouth. The once warm atmosphere quickly grew sour and... depressing as Siesta's mood fell. The girl gently placed the last folded article of clothing to the side before letting out a long, long sigh.
"It's... nothing."
"...That's a terrible lie and you know it," Ordell was right, that was literally the worst attempt at lying in the history of terrible attempts at lying, "If you don't want to tell me that's fine, but I think that a person like you will feel better once they get things off their chest."
Siesta seemed to consider Ordell's words in melancholic silence, but ultimately chose the option that Ordell didn't like. That option... was to not answer what was wrong with her and request something that only made Ordell worry more.
"...Can I ask... No, can I request something? From you?"
"Yes."
"Can I..." she stopped, pondering on her next words with great consideration, "...Can we... hug?"
-WHOOSH-
"KYAH!"
Siesta couldn't help but yelp as a few kilos of weight suddenly slammed into her, but, she luckily didn't fall flat on her back against the grassy ground. No, she instead blush the colour red when she realised that Ordell had already attached himself to her body, bringing his arms around her waist and placing his palms against her back. Siesta could feel the heat rise in her face, but it was slightly drowned out by the tingling feeling cruising through her whole body from the physical contact.
But... she didn't so much as think about moving away from the closeness. No, she leaned in almost immediately, bringing her own arms around Ordell's back and tightly bringing her body against his. The two had stayed like this for many minutes, maybe even an hour or so. Just... melted together, neither really wanting to go. Especially not Siesta. This may very well be the last she sees of this man... The last hug, a show of affection she can show to the one man that truly managed to steal her heart despite only knowing each other for a few days... Damn you world... Damn you...
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"...I don't want to go..."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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