7 (Chapter 7) Just Who Is He? 2

"Welcome home master." A relatively old looking butler went out and greeted Mou.

"Prepare a room." Mou ordered as he walked past the butler. The butler's mouth gaped as he saw the appearance of Stella behind.

'Who is that? Why has master brought back a man!?' The butler was finding it very hard to breathe right now.

Stella walked past and followed Mou. The residence that Mou used the most was this one. It was a European style villa. It was extremely modern and had the best technologies everywhere!

There were even sliding doors. What was the point of doors if they opened by themselves?

Mou looked at Stella's expression. Trying to read him, but he didn't spot a single bit of greed in his eyes. Except, he found disappointment instead!

Mou wondered what was going through Stella's mind, he seemed to outclass every member of the Fude house by leaps and bounds in terms of intelligence yet he was still known as a servant of the Fude household. What was going on?

"Since you will be taking the role of personal assistant all you will need to do is confirm my schedule every day." Mou said coldly as he reached the furthest wing of the villa.

He walked down it and stopped at a door. "You will be granted full access in and out of the villa. If you stay this will be your room." He said as the door opened.

Stella's eyes slightly dimmed. 'I like the feeling of opening doors though...' He inwardly thought.

The room was high class. It had everything someone would want. King-sized bed. Desk with a computer, 50 inch TV. Bookshelves. But the color remained natural. It was like this was a guest bedroom...

Mou watched Stella's expressions carefully, watching for any slip-ups. "Mmm, I don't like the door. Put in a normal door." Stella said with slight annoyance.

"..." Mou and some servants nearby couldn't believe his words! He could complain about anything but it was an automatic door?

"Okay," Mou answered, some geniuses had their quirks...

Stella nodded. "Also the curtains are white. Make them black instead." Stella complained as he walked out.

Mou wanted to know how much balls this man had! No one would dare to even sneeze in his presence, let alone complain about a door and a curtain!

"You won't be needed alongside me but you will be attending one company meeting every Saturday. I suggest to wash yourself." Mou said, as he felt his eyes twitching at the sight of dirt on the man's face.

"Why?" Stella asked, he didn't understand why Mou wanted him to be clean...

Mou and the servants just looked at him like he was a monster. "Dirty." He coldly said, hoping that he wasn't afraid of being clean.

"Oh, it's been a while since I last showered... Hmm, maybe 4 years?" Stella thought back to those times. Ah, they were wonderful.

Mou's eyes darkened and his body stiffened. While the servants all took another step back from the man.

"Don't worry though, I always cleaned myself with baby wipes. They are god's gift!" Stella now sealed his name being associated with crazy.

Mou just walked off and hoped that Stella would clean himself. While the servants all excused themselves. Leaving Stella standing next to a bathroom with bright eyes.

"Oh yeah, some clothes would be nice!" Stella shouted as he entered the bathroom.

Mou felt like his veins were going to pop out of his head. "Terel. Go get some clothes for him." He knew his clothes wouldn't fit." That was the day that Terel became a slave. He cried himself to the stores to get some clothes...

.........

Stella stood in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Mm, it would be nice to get this dirt off." He said in a lighter-toned voice than normal.

Stella took off his suit quickly. Revealing his lean build... His legs were long and his thighs had tape around them. While his stomach showed a daintiness not seen in men. Up to his chest, there was a black vest over his chest... He took it off and made sure to hide it under the clothes... The black vest seemed to be heavy and revealed his bandaged chest... Which seemed to be protruding through the bandages...

He unwrapped both bandages and tape on his chest and thighs... Revealing large breasts, and a spectacular body for a female!

He... She then reached for her hair. She went to the area around her ear and found a small piece of tape, she ripped it off and did the other side. She took off the blonde wig. Revealing waist-length blonde hair which seemed to be a little greasy.

"Mmm." Stella stretched, it had been a while since she last took off the tape and vest. Let alone the wig. She stepped into the shower and took her wig along with her.

The figure of a goddess was in the showers. Her hair was a golden blonde. While her blue, clear eyes seemed to be able to suck you in. The dirt from her face cleaned away along with some strange liquid. As her face deceptively became smaller and became a face to burn down cities and countries.

The word to describe the woman couldn't be found, her eyebrows were perfectly weighted, her nose was small but didn't obstruct her face. Her smile could bring men and women down to their knees.

While the woman's chest was something men would desire. Most women would be quite modest with their breasts. Stella wasn't, they were large. But not sagging. They were what most women dreamed of.

While her stomach was small her entire body was extremely lean. When disguised as a male she looked underweight, as a woman she looks perfect. Her backside was relatively big and was met with her long legs...

Her legs were like a model, long, no blemishes. She looked like god's favorite creation. The one he doted on the most.

However, was that the case? On her back were numerous scars. Hundreds of scars were on her back, some on her shoulders, some on the top half of her legs. Either knife wounds or whiplashes. Her skin was stripped away.

.........

Stella reached into her pockets and found a small box, she put it on the counter. She reached for a brush and opened the box to a myriad of make-up.

The goddess seamlessly disappeared, but what replaced her was a charming man. His entire being exuding laziness and a flirty stance. He constantly had a smile that could break countries. His nose seemed to be growing as she placed a small plastic mold on her face.

Her wig was put on and taped carefully in place, she now had a clean blonde wig and she then moved onto her bandages.

*Sigh* "How troublesome." She muttered, her voice being melodious and sweet.

Stella wrapped layer after layer on her body. After she ran out she made sure to tape the bandages. She hid her god's given female body and now looked like a skinny male. She placed the black vest over her breasts and felt a slight but forgettable pain. She then reached for the suit...