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If we ever have to part ways, just remember that I will always love you, and that fate will bring us back together again.
Yours sincerely, and yours forever,
**** ******.
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***
Shihon had returned home and was met with a silent welcome.
Tension filled the air as the front door slowly opened and the cautious figure sneaked inside.
She awaited something- hell, anything. But after standing for a few seconds after closing the door behind her, she loosened her guard and peered at the clock on a nearby wall.
I was away for just about forty-five minutes, she realized.
Almost one hour without seeing him was pretty rough for her, but when she silently pushed open the bedroom door, her lips naturally curved up as she gazed upon the young man who slept.
Jeez, he must have been knocked out pretty quickly. Alright then, let's do this.
Seeing him in this calm, and near-helpless state only made her yearning for him increase, and she riled herself up internally to begin cooking.
She scuttled to the kitchen and tied an apron to herself, as well as tying a thin cloth around her forehead and twirling her hair into a knot. She stood behind the counter where all the grocery bags lay on and grinned.
Master, just you wait.
***
The stunning aroma entered Liohime's nostrils, causing his eyelids to flicker as he woke up.
It was something that made his heart race, not primarily because of the scent, per se, but because…
…The very familiar smell reminded him of a memory.
A very distant memory that blurred within the back of his mind, one that he did not even know he had.
…****…?
A random name suddenly flashed within his mind.
Wait, huh?
He held his breath, imagining himself in an unknown kitchen. From his point of view, he found himself on the wooden floor and looked at his tiny, short legs and hands.
Urk…where am I? What is this?
There was no mirror to check on the changes of his physical state, but as he tried to hold his hand up to his mouth, he could tell that what he was experiencing was something tied to a past that he thought he had no memory of.
Then a childish female voice within that hazy, dark memory called out to him, "Ah, you crawled back to the kitchen again?"
It was a voice so unfamiliar to him that he couldn't pin a face to, and as he faced the direction of the sound, he could only spot an unidentified child-like figure, her facial features heavily obscured by an opaque smoky substance.
"Don't worry," the voice reassured him. "I'll take care of you. I, **** ******, can guarantee you of that, hehehe!"
Liohime sat up from the bed that he was lying on, breathing heavily as the short memory faded entirely.
What the fuck was that...?
This was the first time that such a thing had happened to him.
The aroma that did not fade was not helping his confusion, and as he got up and walked towards the door-
"O-Oh…hi, Master."
-His thoughts were interrupted by Shihon opening it and entering, taken aback by the standing presence of her partner a few feet away from her.
Liohime blinked, and his mouth hung open.
Shihon awkwardly posed, revealing her ruffled short apron matching the black miniskirt that exposed her butt, puffed sleeves, sexy black stockings, high heeled shoes, and her white and black headband.
--Shihon, who was now perspiring out of anxiety, had changed her clothes and dressed up as a maid before meeting up with her Master once again.
"Um, y-your food will be here soon, Master….just stay still and wait a few more minutes so that I can serve you…okay?"
Welcome to another episode on the author's badly hidden fetish.
Her thighs rubbed against each other and her gaze was darting all over the place, but she made her point clear, and Liohime immediately nodded and went back to lay down with no emotion displayed on his face.
Thus, Shihon left silently, and Liohime merely stared at the ceiling in shock.
Maybe I really died earlier this morning and this is heaven, he surmised.
Meanwhile, as soon as Shihon closed the bedroom door behind her, she almost fell onto her knees in embarrassment.
I can't believe that I actually decided to make use of this outfit so soon! But he liked it, right? Right!? He had to, or else he wouldn't have bought it for me during that shopping trip, right!?
She did remember her having to beg him to buy it for her, but in the end, it proved to be something that could make a solid impact to her placing the final finishing touches to the 'Prince Treatment' plan.
Therefore, she smirked and clenched her fists in victory.
Let's bring it home, baby.
***
A few minutes later, Shihon's soup had been complete, and after finishing up a serving within a bowl just for her Master, she re-entered the bedroom and placed it on the small desk next to him.
Liohime sat up and removed the cloth that rested from his forehead once again before thanking her.
"I appreciate it, Shihon. I didn't know that you can cook. The soup smells really good."
"Hehe, I'm naturally good at cooking, that's all."
So that was a fucking lie.
She actually knew almost nothing about making soup, or anything else for that matter, but was able to manage by going through the detailed recipe from Liohime's phone that she had snatched from him earlier on in the day.
She dipped the stainless steel spoon into the bowl, collecting the fluids, noodles, and lumps of chicken inside before he could pick up the spoon himself, and blew on it gently. She then slowly gestured it towards his mouth while she kept the bowl underneath it.
"Here Master," she said with a teasing smile, "Say, ahhhhh."
Liohime stiffened up, mesmerized by the young woman in a maid outfit, and gluped down hard before opening his mouth.
"A-Ahhhhh…..mmm."
The soup sizzled within his mouth, and the flavor kicked in instantly as he ingested it.
"W-Woah…"
"Well, your thoughts, Master?" Shihon questioned. "I added a bit of other ingredients from other soup recip- uh, I mean, uh, from my extensive knowledge!"
"It's pretty amazing, actually," Liohime replied, dumbfounded with the delicious taste, and the Magical Beast Girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank God…..u-um…Master?"
"Hm? What's up?"
"You're crying."
He froze, and tilted his head.
Huh? No I'm no-
But then, he could feel a single trickle run down from his eyelids, and his both eyes building up with water, and then two more trickles following suit, each from a different eye.
W-Wha…huh?
He quickly rubbed his eyes and wiped the tears away, completely perplexed.
"Uh, that has….never happened before," he muttered.
"Hehe, that must mean that my cooking was so good that I made you cry your heart out!"
"Okay, that did not happen, first of all. Second of all, didn't you plan on feeding me? Can you hurry it up, my dear maid?"
"Hey, hey, don't get full of yours- wait, who am I kidding!? I'll gladly feed you as much as you want if it means I get to see your face all up in mine!"
"W-Whatever…"
"Aww, are you blusshhhiiiinggg?"
"I-If you won't feed me, then at least hand over the spoon!"
"Alright, alright, I'll feed you, you big baby. Open wiiiiideeee!"
Amidst the banter that continued, the relationship between the duo was surely strengthened.