Chapter 24: Olivia. (2)

—Purr, purr, purr.

The soothing sound enveloped her like a soft blanket.

As soon as she registered the noise, she became aware of a light weight pressing gently against her protruding chest.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and shifted her gaze downward.

There, nestled comfortably on her chest, was a pure white cat—though perhaps calling it a fluffy ball of fur would be more fitting.

The cat coiled itself in a cozy embrace, and a faint smile crept across Olivia's lips as she took in the sight.

She raised her hand and patted the little furball, feeling a wave of remorse at the thought of waking it.

Yet, despite her hesitation, she decided to scoop it up. As she rose, the cat remained docile, offering no protest to her gentle touch.

Cradling the creature in her hands for a while, she continued to stroke its soft fur.

However, after a moment, she reluctantly set it down and rose to her feet.

Just then, she felt a dryness around her thigh, creeping up to her feminine areas, accompanied by a heavy blush.

"Finally up, commoner?" The voice was calm, and as Olivia traced its source, she found a boy seated by the window, reading a novel.

—Grr, grrr.

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, her stomach betrayed her, growling loudly in response to her hunger.

The boy, without shifting his gaze from the pages, rolled his eyes toward her, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips—so subtle that Olivia barely caught it.

Embarrassment washed over her, and she lowered her face, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.

Why was she blushing so much with this boy? Even she couldn't understand.

As she contemplated her feelings, the boy's commanding voice cut through her thoughts once more.

"Go and clean yourself, and wash away, you know? Those snot around your thigh." A mischievous smile danced across his face.

Mortified and emberassed more than she ever wished to be, Olivia remained silently still, her face was so red it might caught fire.

Like a marionette, she moved quickly to the bathroom, eager to cleanse herself of both the remnants of sleep and the embarrassment that clung to her.

When she emerged from the bathroom, a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, beckoning her with the promise of a sumptuous meal.

Following the scent, she made her way to the kitchen area, her eyes widening at the sight of a bountiful spread laid out on the table.

"Quite audacious, huh, commoner?" the boy remarked, his tone teasing.

Only then did she realize her precarious state: she was clad in nothing but a towel, her previous T-shirt marred by the 'snot' he had so bluntly mentioned.

Unlike the day before, he had not prepared any clothes for her, leaving her with only the damp towel that hung loosely around her.

"I—C—can you lend m—" she stammered, her cheeks flushing.

"Sit down," he commanded, his voice firm.

"A—ano," she replied, hesitant.

"Did you not hear me?"

Feeling a rush of compliance, she sat down immediately.

The boy seemed satisfied with her subservient behavior, and he began to scoop generous portions of the food he had prepared.

However, just as she attempted to lift her spoon to her mouth, the boy, resting his chin on his palm, interrupted.

"Wait."

Confusion washed over her as she halted abruptly, the spoon freezing just three centimeters away from her open mouth.

She was caught in an unexpected pause, unable to comprehend why she had stopped.

The boy, his expression pleased, extended a hand and affectionately patted her head.

"Good girl, good girl."

He squeezed her cheeks and traced down her nape, a gesture that sent shivers down her spine.

Then, to her shock, he tugged at the edge of the towel as if it were a button.

Surprised, she instinctively moved to stop him, but he spoke again, his tone leaving no room for resistance.

"Stop." Once more, she complied.

"Aaah, you are such a cute girl," he mused, raising his hand to pinch her nose playfully.

"Now you can eat." Yet, at that moment, she hesitated, her focus shifting to adjusting her towel.

But the boy interjected, his voice unwavering. "Eat like that."

Olivia was utterly taken aback, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.

She wanted to cry, overwhelmed by a mix of humiliation and hunger.

Caught between the two feelings, her hunger ultimately prevailed.

Cautiously, she began to eat, careful to ensure the towel stayed in place, fearing it might slip and reveal her bareness.

Her gaze remained fixed on the boy before her, who wore an expression of sadistic delight.

The urge to weep clawed at her, yet she stifled it, knowing that any display of emotion could jeopardize her modesty.

At that moment, all thoughts of adjusting the towel faded away—because. because?

The boy had commanded her not to.

Author's Note: Sorry guys, I tutor some kids as a part time job. Because... I need money.

Anyway, I'm afraid the releasing consistency and the level of writing quality might be jeopardized.