Chapter 21
Translator - Zofu
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After Kaldir dried the moisture from Princess Atlantia's body, it was none other than the Princess herself who dried Kaldir's body. Kaldir wondered if her Mistress was showing excessive kindness to her pet, but there was another ulterior motive. The Princess pressed the towel that had touched Kaldir's body to her nose and made a lewd humming sound, enjoying the fragrant scent.
The Princess felt her libido, which she thought had finally been put to rest, rising again at the sight of the now-fluffy Kaldir. But having more sex would likely mean she wouldn't get a wink of sleep, so she pushed aside her regrets and decided to use Kaldir as a bio-linked dildo and depart for dreamland.
"Already like this... If I lie down saying just one more time... I feel like that one time will become ten. At this rate, it'll be time for breakfast... Let's just sleep..."
Though she thought the Princess had lost her reason to sex, she was actually drawing rational conclusions. However, the desire to claim everything of Kaldir hadn't disappeared... So she placed her leg heavily on Kaldir's plump thigh, used the soft bosom as an arm pillow, and sought sleep while breathing in the pheromones emanating from her bare armpit.
"Mm... Maki... you sleep beside me... If you need to go to the bathroom, make sure to tell me..."
The Princess placed a light kiss on Kaldir's soft cheek, and Kaldir responded in a gentle voice.
"Yes, Mistress... Mistress also... sleep well..."
Since the bed in the main room where they had rolled around was full of traces of their lovemaking, the two had no choice but to fall asleep together in the small room attached to the main room. It was around 2 AM, and the sounds of two maidens breathing freshly decorated the bed.
Kaldir was the first to wake in the morning. Already... morning...? I woke up before my Mistress, but is there nothing I can do for her... There's only the two of us in this room right now, and outside there are many maids and household helper robots, but calling them now would be a bit... Right. I fell asleep completely naked, and I'm still not wearing anything...
Let me look for something in the room. Hm... Now that I look, this space was completed by having several small rooms attached to the main room where the Princess primarily resided... It was like a 'federal state'. There was a bathroom like the one I entered yesterday, a simple shower room without much decoration, a kitchen, a wine refrigerator... it had everything.
Seeing that it had its own electricity, gas, and water facilities... perhaps it would be more correct to call this space not a room but a house. It seemed like one could live for months without taking a single step outside the door...
I think about what I can utilize in this space to help my Mistress, who has fallen into deep sleep intoxicated by my pheromones. My superpower isn't very useful for healing third parties, and I can't just teleport somewhere and leave my Mistress alone, so I ponder deeply.
Since we only met last night and have been together until this morning, I decide to cook for her with my own hands. As expected, high-class ingredients that I, a commoner-born, had never even seen **popping out** from the refrigerator and freezer.
Ugh, first... don't I have something to change into? Thanks to the Mistress tearing at them roughly, they're a bit torn and ragged. But I can't borrow her clothes without permission, so I toss aside the completely tangled white lingerie and try on an apron I found in the kitchen.
I become completely naked with only an apron on, fully exposed from the back of my neck to my shoulders, back, waist, butt, thighs, and calves. The Mistress would probably prefer this look over me wearing proper clothes anyway, so I grab the cooking tools as I am.
"Ugh... my breast milk is leaking again... Even though the Mistress sucked so hard last night... I really can't cook like this..."
I feel the chest of my apron getting a bit damp. Since the Mistress will need something to drink as soon as she wakes up, I take out a glass bottle, place it against one of my breasts, and squeeze it with both hands. Ah, ugh...
Doing this makes me feel like I've become a complete dairy cow. No, not just 'like' a dairy cow, but maybe I should say I am a dairy cow itself? Where is there a human who produces liters at a time when squeezed, not a dairy cow? Even mothers right after childbirth don't produce as much breast milk as Kaldir herself.
Still, this time I managed to fill one 500ml glass bottle after squeezing both breasts in turn, so that's a relief. Now I can focus on cooking. All I see are ingredients and cooking tools I've never seen before in my life. But I know exactly how to use them.
Superhumans are generally superior to non-ability users in physical ability and intelligence. And among them, I—believe it or not—was a body that 'just' knew all knowledge existing in this universe from birth. I could claim it was the 'Akashic Records,' but since there was nowhere to use that knowledge in daily life, I just lived ordinarily. However, handling ingredients I'd never seen before wasn't a problem at all.
For some reason, I felt that food made using the automatic cooking machines in the kitchen wouldn't have that human touch, so I decided to use the knowledge in my head to personally prepare a meal for my Mistress.
Since we had sex countless times last night and collapsed asleep as we were, nothing would be better for recovering strength than meat. Thinking of grilling some steak, I turn on the fire, take out beef that seems to have been marinated in seasoning for a long time, and chop vegetables to eat with the steak.
It would feel lacking to just have meat and vegetables on the plate. I take out a lobster, prepare it, take out cheese pieces, and place them on the plate. Phew, even though the Mistress doesn't cook herself, why are there so many ingredients in the freezer and refrigerator...
For dessert, and coffee (café latte filled with my breast milk)... I can prepare a proper feast! Huhuhu... Just preparing a meal to offer to my Mistress puts me in a good mood. Why is that? Last night was the first time I met her, and she tried to take my body by force... Why do I feel so happy?
"Should I have asked what the Mistress likes... I'm not sure how she'd prefer her steak cooked."
Rare would be too tough, well-done would be too dry... This is a happy dilemma. Reading my Mistress's thoughts wouldn't be difficult, but I want to keep having this happy dilemma forever, so I won't read her thoughts. Before I knew it, a happy humming escaped my lips.
Kaldir now had no hesitation in calling her 'Mistress' even when the Princess was asleep. Kaldir was already a faithful female, a bio-linked onahole for her, a sex-dedicated maid.
Along with the humming, the kitchen fills with the aroma of fragrant meat and fresh seafood, touched by the hands of the sex-dedicated maid. When the steak seemed properly grilled, I place it on the plate, drizzle sauce, and add the prepared cheese and vegetables. I don't forget the decoration either.
I stuff risotto inside the lobster and carefully place it beside the steak. The main dish is ready. Dessert preparation is also proceeding smoothly. The bread that will be reborn as cake seems to have just finished baking in the oven, so I quickly take it out.
When you don't know the Mistress's preferences, chocolate cake is the safest choice. There aren't many people who dislike chocolate cake... That was information stored in my head. And I prepare fruit to freshen the palate. It's been a while since I've held a knife, but I smile as I see the apple peel coming off smoothly without any hindrance.
And... I'm not sure if she'll drink alcohol, but I take out a bottle of white wine and red wine from the wine refrigerator, pour them into wine glasses, and while doing so, check if the café latte is coming along well. I place the wine glass and coffee cup next to the steak plate, put dessert over there, place spoons...
Eek-! I'd been so focused on preparing breakfast for a while when someone approached from behind, slipped their hand into my apron, and grabbed my defenseless bare breast that was exposed without a bra. I **recalled** the moment I first met the Mistress, when she grabbed my butt.
"My lovely Maki... What are you doing in the kitchen from morning? I've never even used this kitchen... Were you making breakfast for me?"
"Yes... yes, Mistress... I'm not sure if you'll like it..."
"I like it more than enough. How could I not? That our Maki is making food for me with her own hands... I love you, Maki."
The Mistress, perhaps awakened by the smell of food from the kitchen, approached from behind and whispered words of love into my ear in a gentle tone. Then she grabbed my cheek with one hand and turned me around.
From that direction, the Mistress's lips that had been waiting collided head-on with mine. A much lighter kiss than the deep kiss we enjoyed last night under the Princess's lead, but sufficient for lovers to exchange light love on a morning...
"I realized what love is after seeing you. From now on, whether men propose or not, I'll only look at you. So you must stay by my side forever."
"Yes... Princess... I will... be with you forever..."
After finishing our light kiss, we looked straight into each other's eyes and promised love. The Mistress smiled with satisfaction, as if she enjoyed exchanging pure romantic feelings like this, just as she had last night, though she also liked pushing forward forcefully.
"What... what kind of milk is this? Did you squeeze it from your breasts?"
"That... is fresh breast milk that I squeezed directly from my breasts for you, Mistress."
As if she needed to hear no more, the Mistress picked up the glass she discovered and gulped it down. Though it wasn't sweetened with honey or sugar, the Mistress emptied the glass in one go and praised it, saying it was sweet and delicious.
"I also tried making a café latte with my breast milk."
"Hm... If you put your breast milk in coffee... that's not just café latte... I feel like we should call it caramel macchiato or hazelnut latte..."
Ah! Perhaps it's because my pheromones are dissolved in my breast milk that it tastes sweet. Anyway, since the Mistress likes it, I'm happy. I hope she'll also enjoy the meal I prepared.
The Mistress sat naked as she was in the chair and waited for me to finish preparing the meal, then lifted her fork and knife with me. I remained in my naked apron attire and sat across from the Mistress at the four-person table, starting to cut the steak with my knife.
"Mm, Maki... it's delicious? You said you were commoner-born, so how on earth did you make this kind of dish? A fallen noble... something like that?"
"Heheh, it's a secret."
The Mistress placed a piece of the steak I had carefully prepared into her mouth, and the moment she did, she praised it highly, saying it seemed to melt away in her mouth. She also didn't spare praise for the flavor of the lobster I prepared together, saying it was excellent.
"A secret, a secret... You can maintain your ego even though a mark was engraved on your lower abdomen?"
"If you wish to know, I could tell you..."
"Food is food. If it's delicious, that's enough. Forget it. You don't have to tell me."
The Mistress spoke with slight disappointment, as if she had intended to make me a puppet completely obedient to her words by engraving a mark on my lower abdomen. Though we haven't known each other long, our love isn't shallow enough to rely on such things.
Since it's an ability I used for the first time, it might be imperfect, and above all, being spirited like now isn't bad either, so I suppose it doesn't matter... Perhaps that's what she's thinking. I also **prefer** being able to do things for the Mistress with my pure will and making her happy.
"Now, say 'ah.'"
The Mistress picked up a piece of steak from her plate with her fork and placed it in my mouth. In return, I also placed my piece of steak in the Mistress's mouth. We did the same when eating cake after finishing the main dish.
When lifting wine glasses or coffee cups, we only drank them as couple shots, and for fruit, we enjoyed a pepero game where one person held it in their mouth, the other approached and ate it together, then enjoyed a kiss at the last moment.
It was truly a happy moment. Just as the Mistress said she realized what love was after seeing me, I too seemed to have fallen deeply for the Mistress. To the point of pushing back even the memory of my childhood friend Shuga, whom I'd been very close with... The moment with the Mistress was so happy. I wished this moment would never end...
"Since you served me breakfast, I'll tell you one thing. After I engraved the womb tattoo on your lower abdomen... I've never activated the womb tattoo except when dragging you onto the bed. You're so commendable for treating me well even without such a device..."
Aah... Aah... I thought I had felt ahegao double peace until now because of the womb tattoo the Mistress engraved on my lower abdomen... but I was just a hard maso sow who felt good naturally? Aah, embarrassing... The Princess smiled with satisfaction as she watched Kaldir's face flush.
Our first night ended like this, and now the only thing left was the issue of how to continue our de facto marriage(?) relationship within this palace. Will people leave this de facto marriage(?) relationship between these two alone... or will they try to break it... That is still unknown.