Servant (part 1)

"..."

"Is something the matter?"

Medea was looking around the room that must have been used as storage for a good few years, and his usual serious expression, that Sophie wasn't used to, picked her interest.

"This is the wing that the young Miss lives in, isn't it? I am not sure how I should describe it, but..."

The black-haired man fidgeted awkwardly, and his thick glasses caught the reflection of the sun on the window that was opened to let in some fresh air.

"Oh, you don't have to beat around the bush. It's underwhelming. Young Miss got basically exiled to the least maintained part of the mansion."

The short maid looked to the side and frowned in annoyance as she put her hands against her sides.

"It's best if you will learn that early, so listen – young Miss Zorivia is a really kind and good girl. The problem is she's too compassionate, just as if she lacks common sense when it comes to selflessness. That's certainly not to Earl's liking... which would be more understandable if he made an attempt to teach her the limits. But noo. Since young Miss was young, Earl always went like this – she is my daughter; she is supposed to learn everything she needs to know just by observing me. I wear that's a really... ah... forget what I just said. I have to excuse myself for a bit. It's okay to start cleaning without me."

"..."

Sophie started complaining, very clearly annoyed at the situation between the family members of the house that hired her – she still ended up realizing that she had gone too far and implied that she was about to badmouth the master of the house, so she backed off and escaped at least for a moment to cool her head, leaving the serious-faced man amongst the wide arrangement of dusty furniture.

|...worth looking into...|

Medea thought to himself before pushing a sturdy cupboard to block the door and beginning the cleanup.

Fifteen minutes later, the room was looking even worse as instead of properly putting away or moving all furniture out of the room; the black-haired man piled a lot of things up by the window, creating some sort of burrow-like structure.

Then, giving the construction a satisfied nod, he turned towards the window and carefully scanned the outside, and climbed out, making his way to the higher floor and making his way to Zorivia's bedroom window.

As it remained open since his first visit, making his inside was no problem at all.

He did that so stealthily that the blond-haired girl had a simple dark bread and a piece of cheese for breakfast in the corner and didn't notice him.

"... haha..."

The blond-haired girl sighed, looking at the bread that had actually gone stale, but she was about to take another bite anyway.

*nom*

"?!?!" *rumble*

The black-haired man ended up faster, and Zorivia's mouth closed on Medea's palm, causing her to freak out once she realized something was wrong, and she fell off her bed, causing her dress to flip, exposing her underwear.

"Don't mind me if I do."

The black-haired man leaned over to take a peak and shrugged his shoulders with a defeated expression, sliding on top of the bed and between Zorivia's legs.

"Ah! Medea! Wait... what do you me-EAN?!"

The girl's panic subsided instantly once she recognized the voice and appearance of the black-haired man – his words still confused her, though – even more so when he grabbed her under her knees and pulled her up waist-first.

"M-Medea....? What is going on? Kyaaah!"

Zorivia tried to ask again, but once her underwear got cut apart and removed in one smooth motion causing her to let out a quick embarrassed gasp, she began to understand.

"My lady, this servant just came by for a quick snack. I am afraid that I will be unable to last until the main dish is served this evening and will go crazy. Oh, but do tell me if you are not in the mood. Okay?"

The black-haired man glanced down at the deeply blushing girl before securing Zorivia's hips on his shoulders and lowering his head with a very clear intentions.

"...h.. ha..."

"..."

Zorivia started letting out embarrassed sounds as if she did have something to say, which made Medea stop with his tongue an inch away from its destination to check on her.

"...have a n-nice... m-meal...!"

Instead of stopping him or trying to tell him off, Zorivia ended up murmuring bashfully before her face turned bright red, and she covered it with both hands – still, leaving paces between her fingers to peek at the performance with her eyes foggy with excitement.

"...~!"

"NNNNMPHHH...!"

With such encouragement, the black-haired man dug into the juicy feast, and it took him no time at all to make the girl's back arches. She bit into her hand to stop a loud moan.

*whoosh*

"Nnn-whaaa...?!"

She still ended up letting out a comical sound as Medea flung her around and threw her on the bed.

"...I might be more hungry than I expected... still, it's not like I haven't prepared. My lady, are you alright with..."

*rustle*

Medea took off his shoes and unbuckled his belt while sitting on the side of the bed – he didn't even manage to finish asking his question when Zorivia sprung up and threw off her dress against a wall.

"I-it's my first time to do the breaking and entering... b-but I will do my best...!"

"..."

She gasped with such an adorable worked-up expression that Medea's composure was faced with the greatest trial to date.

He somehow didn't ravish her then and there and had enough self-control to make more preparations, taking the pellet casket out of his shirt and picking a dark-green marble from inside.

"A communication pellet...?"

"... pfft...!"

Seeing the marble, Zorivia tilted her head and asked, utterly lost, causing Medea to snort, unable to hold back at all.

"No, no. My dummy, this is a healing pellet. First time hurts, especially your type, and making you more traumatized isn't on my list."

*thump*

"...!"

He explained, moving close to the girl and pushing her down against the mattress.

"It's also so that marks like that will disappear."

"What mar... ANGH..!"

Medea added, surprising Zorivia – until she experienced what he meant as he bit her neck, making her squirm.