As I stepped in, she heard my footsteps.
Panic flooded her face.
In that hurry, whatever was inside the suction at that moment fell.
Spilled.
She immediately dropped her dress down. Covering those huge tits. Then threw the apron back on and turned to face me.
"Young ma... mas... master!"
Her voice was broken. Trembling. "I am sorry for disturbing you!"
I smiled. "Nah, it's not your problem."
I waved my hand dismissively. "It was me who walked in on you and scared you off."
She didn't know what to say next. Her mouth opened and closed. Searching for words that wouldn't come.
But then she noticed. I was walking toward her.
The panic intensified.
"I'm hungry." I said Simple. Direct.
"I... I will prepare a meal for you then, young master!"
She tried to move past me. Toward the stove.
"No."
I blocked her path.
"I can't wait."
Confusion replaced the panic. She didn't understand.
Then I dropped to my knees.
Right in front of her.
"Look."
