"Nooooo, Blitz, what have you done?!" Rivera gasped, staring at the scene of the crime.
Her gaze darted to the couch, the white couch that now wore an undeniable stain of…shame.
She stood, her expression hardening as she approached. "Did you do this?" she asked, voice sharp, brows furrowed.
"Squeak…"
Blitz squeaked pitifully, lowering his head, ears drooping in pure embarrassment.
Honestly, it wasn't his fault. If Rivera wanted to blame someone, she should blame that son of a bitch SSS-Rank System. It was the one that made him do that humiliating thing.
Blitz had never heard of a system that ordered its user to poop - it was beyond insane, absolutely deranged.
Rivera sighed. Her anger softened at the sight of his small, trembling form. She reached out and patted his head with a gentle touch.
"It's okay," she replied with a small smile. "It's just dirt."
Blitz blinked.
Huh? No punishment?
He stood there, head tilted in shock. You're letting me off the hook just like that?
He halted, realization dawning. Is it...because I'm cute?
A sly grin crept across his furry little face. Wow. So I can get away with anything because I'm cute, huh?
Rivera smiled, completely oblivious to his mischievous musings.
"Don't worry," she said, warmly. "I'll have someone come in and clean it up.
Squeak, squeak.
Blitz puffed his chest out proudly. Cuteness really is the ultimate weapon.
Just then, the system chimed again:
[Ding!]
[Your master thought you were cute when feeling sorry.]
[Bond with Master: +1 Point]
[Progress to Bond Level 2: 11/100]
[Evolution Points: +0.01]
[Progress to Next Evolution: 0.11/1000]
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After the chaos subsided, half an hour later, it was time for breakfast.
Blitz's ears perked up with excitement. His very first meal in another world! Rivera had said that it would be the best food he had ever tasted, and that alone made his fur bristle with anticipation.
Would it be salmon?
Or perhaps juicy grilled chicken?
Knock, knock.
A soft, melodic voice floated from outside the door. "Miss Rivera, your breakfast is ready. Would you like to have it now?"
"Yes, Sophie, you can come in," Rivera replied.
The door creaked open slowly, and what came through made Blitz's little heart skip a beat.
A maid.
A real maid.
HOLY SHIIIT.
As a long-time admirer of maid outfits, Blitz felt like he had ascended: She might not rival Rivera's ethereal beauty, but she was gorgeous in her own right.
Finally - a maid outfit in real life! Blitz's eyes sparkled as he wiped imaginary tears of joy.
Sophie was Rivera's personal maid, whose jet-black hair was held back by a neat white headband. The crisp white apron fell over her black uniform with elegance. Her soft face radiated some form of natural charm, and the manner of carrying herself was utterly hypnotic.
She carried two trays with her-one large, the other small.
Sophie moved with practiced poise, setting Rivera's breakfast gently on the table.
"Miss Rivera, here is your breakfast," she said with a polite bow.
Blitz hopped up onto the table, curiosity overwhelming him.
Woooooow…
It looked divine. The two perfectly fried eggs rested beside plump sausages, a small pat of butter gleaming beside two slices of golden toast, while a spoonful of baked beans, rounding out the plate, glistened with savory perfection.
Blitz's stomach growled loud enough to echo.
He leaned closer and sniffed.
Sniff, sniff.
"Mmmmm…" He could almost taste it through the air.
In his old life, he never had anybody to cook for him after his parents left. He'd lived off takeout: soulless meals from plastic boxes. But this? This was love on a plate.
He couldn't wait to sink his rabbit teeth into -
Wait...
That plate was for Rivera.
Blitz froze mid-sniff. His promised meal was still coming. He told himself to be patient.
And then Sophie put down the smaller plate.
Blitz's ears twitched. He turned his head slowly toward it… and froze.
Ehhhhhhh?
His nose twitched twice.
Then again. His face turned pale.
What…the…fuck…is this?