16th Rule, Sorting Fragrant Underwear for the Busy Deisy
"Huuu..."
After trudging like that for a good ten minutes, we finally arrived in front of the management office—but Deisy and Amelia headed straight into the annex building right across from it, not the office.
Why didn't they take me back to my nest, the public toilet?
The question popped into my head for a moment, but...
"Hurry up and get over here!"
Deisy's sharp yell snapped me out of it, and I scurried after the two of them.
"Put the laundry you brought in that big basket in the corner over there."
As ordered, I set the laundry down against one wall the moment we stepped inside.
Right away, a low humming vibration filled the air, and the wall slid open to reveal a vast space lined entirely with washing machines.
The scorching heat from the dryers. The vibrating scent of fabric softener. And... the faint whiff of women's pheromones wafting from the laundry baskets.
Inside the massive baskets, I spotted the occasional blanket or bedding, but shirts and pants dominated the piles.
And what stood out most of all? Underwear, of course.
Bras in every size and style to match their owners' tastes, and panties of every variety, all jumbled together inside.
"Amelia, where exactly is this place?"
"Hmm~? It's basically our office, you know?"
No sooner had Amelia finished speaking than women in green aprons bustled in with armfuls of laundry.
They gathered it into the baskets, then ducked into a door labeled
[Tool Room]
"With so many staff on duty around the clock, we handle not just cleaning but also the laundry for the staff and the young ladies~."
"It... looks like a ton of work... pretty tough."
"It was before you showed up, Toilet boy, but things are a bit better now. Oh! Toilet boy~? Come here for a sec?"
Amelia flashed a mischievous grin out of nowhere.
She grabbed my hand and dragged me to a dim corner, stopping right in front of a laundry basket with her name on it.
"Toilet boy~? Stick out your hand for a minute?"
......
Something felt off, so I hesitated, but I couldn't resist her urging and extended my hand.
Amelia delicately pinched the strap of a thin thong panty—the most eye-catching one on top of the half-full basket—with her fingernail and lifted it.
Plop.
The moment the panty dropped onto my palm, the cold, slick fluid it held soaked my skin.
Especially the wider section that cupped a woman's precious parts—the black fabric glistened with a sticky film.
"You know, when a woman gives a guy her panties as a gift, it means she's that close and it's something special~."
"...Is that so? But why's it so wet?"
I shot Amelia an awkward smile and asked. She bashfully propped her chin on her hand, twisting her body this way and that.
"Last night, without my Toilet boy around, I had to comfort myself alone and got totally soaked~. You made me like this, so take responsibility and keep it safe. Don't toss it just 'cause it smells, okay~?"
Where had that shy girl from the shower room gone?
Amelia's thong panty hit me with a sharp, tangy scent that cleared my sinuses like a punch.
It was so intense and stimulating that my dick twitched hard in my pants, but seeing Amelia gaze at me with utter adoration made shame wash over me.
Just as this awkward panty handoff ceremony dragged on, Deisy, who was busy pulling laundry from a washer, yelled our way.
"Amelia! Quit slacking and get back to work! You've been rolling around with that slave boy all morning, and now I've got a mountain of stuff piled up!"
Amelia gave a sheepish grin at Deisy's furious bark, sticking out her tongue playfully.
"Guess I gotta run then, Toilet boy—see you tonight~?"
With that, she bolted for the exit.
I tried to follow, dodging Deisy's furrowed glare, but—
Grab!
Deisy clamped down on my rattling chain, pinning me in place.
"You're staying to help me for a bit."
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We wound through a twisting corridor into a room with a large raised platform.
This cozy space, walled off on all sides to keep outsiders out, held chairs, a coffee pot, and snacks along the walls. Deeper in was what looked like a public bathhouse. I strained to peek inside from afar, wondering if there might be naked staff girls, but it was empty—probably because it was a weekday afternoon.
I sat on the platform, glancing around as I muttered,
"Why exactly did you bring me here...?"
"You interrupted Amelia's cleaning, so you'll make up for it with your body."
"W-With my body? What can I even do here?"
Make up for it with my body? Sounded like something straight out of an erotic novel.
"Of course! It's perfect for a beast like you who lives by his instincts."
What the hell could it be? Something suited to a guy like me.
Don't tell me I have to satisfy Deisy's sexual needs like the other women here...
Whoosh!
Deisy dumped a cart full of laundry all over the platform.
"Your job is to sort through this massive pile and pull out just the staff girls' underwear."
"The underwear?"
I gingerly lifted a large bra from the heap.
Round stains where nipples would touch suggested it was definitely pre-wash laundry.
Sniff sniff.
...But why did it smell so good?
A sweet, milky fragrance wafted subtly.
I found myself burying my nose in it like an addict when Deisy slung an arm around my shoulder.
"As you know, underwear gets washed separately from other clothes. Keeps dust and stains from regular stuff from transferring over and maintains hygiene. So you'll gather up all these pheromone-soaked panties and bras and bag 'em for the wash. Easy enough for you, right?"
"...Yeah, but don't I need to head back? Catalina said I have to be ready the moment one of the young ladies calls..."
Sticking around here could mean missing a summons.
I fidgeted, clutching the scattered laundry, and Deisy crossed her arms.
"No worries there. Amelia's the one who comes to fetch you anyway, right?"
Ah... This was Amelia's 'office.' Meaning she'd run here the instant there was a call.
"Besides, hanging out in the public toilet just means getting tormented by the staff girls."
"True..."
"So isn't it way more comfortable here?"
What was there to say?
Women's juices and fluids as 'rewards' only felt good once or twice. Now that my illusions were shattered, I craved some alone time more than ever.
"Help me out like this now and then, and I'll free you from all the humiliation and torment. You won't have to worry about that tight-ass Scrooge Catalina. I've got just as much pull and seniority—she can't boss me around."
Deisy stood with arms crossed, flashing a triumphant smile that glowed under the fluorescent lights like a savior from the heavens.
"How about it? Help me train your laundry mastery here in the washroom? If you spot a panty you like, I'll sneak one away for you, pretend it's lost."
Laundry mastery.
Not words I'd expect from a married woman with kids, but the promise of a stolen panty hooked me completely.
She clearly knew the ways of the jianghu.
"Great hero, please take me as your disciple!"
I was bowing to her aura when—
Thud, thud.
Footsteps approached from behind.
"Deisy, so you're here."
A cool contralto. A voice I swore I'd heard before.
"Oh, Raven! It's been a week! Busy with missions?"
Raven... Ruby's bodyguard?
"Yeah, had a free moment, so I came to drop off laundry. But..."
Our eyes met across the room.
It wasn't her usual crisp suit. Instead, a silver-haired beauty stood there in dolphin pants hugging her curvaceous hips, slippers, and an oversized hoodie pulled low. Casual style, but still that cool beauty vibe.
Raven stared at me blankly, then—
"Kh!"
Her face flushed crimson as if embarrassed, and she bowed her head.
"Wh-Why is this guy here...?"
"He was slacking with Amelia, so I figured I'd put him to work on the backlog."
"I... see. Then I'll just drop off the laundry and go."
Raven averted her gaze, hiding under her hood. Deisy pointed at the mountain on the platform.
"Dump it there, and we'll sort it."
"...Make sure it doesn't get mixed in with other stuff and lost this time."
"Got it, we'll be careful."
As Raven shook out her laundry to leave, she paused in the corridor doorway and turned to me.
"...You weren't around yesterday. Nothing bad happened, right?"
"No, nothing much... haha..."
A lot had gone down, but none of it worth worrying others over.
"Good. Miss Ruby's just recovering, so before you head back to the dorm tonight, wait on the bench a bit."
"Got it..."
With that, she hurried off.
Once Raven was gone, Deisy sidled up with a lecherous grin.
"Heh heh~. You fickle beast—rolling around with Amelia earlier, and now eyeing Raven too?"
"Huh? No, that's not—"
"Oh~? Not being honest, huh? ...Wonder if you'll say the same after this?"
Something fun apparently crossed her mind. Deisy smirked and plucked a panty from the pile—one covered in cute little puppies, fresh from Raven's drop-off.
I watched, wondering what she'd do, when—
"Hya!"
Swish, smack!
She slapped it right over my face in a flash. My vision filled with puppy prints.
The meaningful dampness at the tip tickled my nose, and I inhaled deeply—
"Gah!! Cough! Cough!"
The sour tang, compressed like a concentrate, burned my nostrils and set me coughing.
"Kuhuhu~. How's that? Raven's panties, thick with a real bitch in heat."
"It's... too intense..."
"Makes sense. She drops off just one pair after a week away—she's swamped."
Meaning the damp fabric brushing my lips held a full week's worth of her efforts.
"Plus, ditching the suit for once? Bet she sweated buckets."
The stench was so bad I could barely breathe, but her explanation made my dick stiffen, straining to burst through my pants.
Deisy eyed the bulge fondly, groping it with a satisfied smirk.
"Ooh~. What a reaction! You love it that much?"
I couldn't deny it.
The slick moisture made it feel like I was really devouring Raven's pussy with my mouth pressed to the fabric.
"Alright. Work hard for me today, and I'll make sure you get the Raven panties you're wearing right now as a gift!"
