I can't believe I actually gave in to her. That's what I get for not being heartless, but I doubt most people would want to abandon a little girl.
Wait a second, her master died 20 years ago? Just how old is this girl?
Anyway, that's not the most important thing right now. The thing I need to focus on the most is proving I'm not the reincarnation of her old master. Which is exactly why I regret this whole stipulation. How can I disprove something like that? Granted you can't really prove it, as far as I'm aware.
Regardless of my supposed reincarnation situation, my living situation has gotten a little more normal. At least as normal as it could get when you get transported to another world.
I've gotten to know Saffron a little more. She's really a kind girl, and I misjudged her when we first met. I thought that she was really selfish for bringing me here, but other than that, she's always been putting my wants first. I've never had such care given to me, not even by my own mother… Sorry mom.
It's been a week since I made that decision, but waking up this morning is a little different than usual.
When I first woke up, it felt like there was a pillow next to me. Odd, since I only have one and my head's on it right now. I lifted up the covers and it revealed Saffron, laying right up next to me.
Looks like some time during last night, she gathered up the courage to get into my bed without permission. It's a weird feeling, she's just so close right now. I can feel her warm breaths hitting my chest as she snuggles even closer to me, fast asleep.
For the first time, I can actually take a real close look at her. When I first saw her, it was clear that she was cute. Now though, I can really see her beauty. Her soft skin, the peaceful look on her face as she naps, there's not a flaw on her that I can see. I look down her body, shameful I know, but I just can't resist.
Her slender body, that small frame definitely shows that she would be called a loli all right. I should've stopped, but I didn't as I look further down her body. That's when the tenseness hits me as I get below the waist. In her sleep, it seems that her nightgown has ridden up, exposing her pure white panties for my eyes.
I'm not really sure if I should look at away. For some reason, my body refuse to move as I take in the sight. Now I take notice of that thing guys deal with in the morning, except for me it's not because I just woke up.
"Mmhmm." She slowly awakens, probably at the worst time for me. "G-good morning." She says to me with a soft smile. I just don't know what to do, is she going to get mad at me? Maybe she might get really embarrassed and won't want to see me after this.
"Good morning…" I say, trying to stay calm. Every muscle in my body has to be in complete control, so my eyes don't wonder down again. "I see you're in my bed."
"Well, I was just feeling lonely." She answers me. "My room just feels so… Empty." When she say it like that, it sounds really sad. Sadder for her, is when she look down to her legs. That's when she see how much of herself is exposed to me, then she digs her head down more to my pillow. Embarrassed, but I'm surprised that she hasn't made any moves to cover herself.
"It's okay, I haven't seen anything." Maybe if I try to defuse the situation, she might not feel so bad. As it turns out, that's not her problem.
"Is it cute?" She asked me. Did I hear her right? Did she really ask if I thought that her panties were cute?
"What?"
"My underwear, do you… Like it?" She asks again, burying her face even more into the bed. What type of question is that?! Do I say I like it? Or do I continue to pretend I haven't seen it yet?
"It's... Fine." I say, keeping one eye closed out of fear.
"It's because they're children's underwear." That's not the response I expected out of her. "I can wear more mature underwear, if you want!"
"Just wear what you like." I say to her, getting up from the bed. All this talk about her panties is getting me a little… Well a little turned on. This is something she's been doing all week. I know she's coming onto me, and it's a little weird for more than one reason.
"Do you want to take a bath?" She asked me. One thing that's nice about living here is that I can take daily baths. I'm not really sure what's heating the water, but it sure is nice. Being able to maintain my routine from back on earth helps with the adjustment. Though at this rate, I hope that I can make my return to not worry about adjusting to other aspects of this life. "You can go first."
"Thanks." Strangely enough, this mansion only has one place to take a bath. Well, it's not that weird when you consider that for the last two decades, she's been the only one living here. But, this is a mansion, surely there was a belief that more people would be living here.
So I left with a towel and some clothes to change into. I gotta say, she's got a lot of these men's clothing. I'm not an idiot, obviously this is what the last guy wore, but I'm surprised at their condition. After at least 20 years, it's like they're brand-new.
By now, I've gotten used to getting cleaned in this bathroom, or more closely a bathhouse considering its size. I get my things set, the fabrics out of the way and the soaps within arm's reach. I don't even bother covering myself seeing as I'm the only in here.
Things are pretty normal as I get a bucket of hot water and rinse over my body. My hair is always where I begin, so I get it covered with foamy soap.
Embarrassingly, I'm a little… Not so little down there. As I'm getting my hair rinsed with water, I just feel like I need to relieve myself. I could take care of it right now, but I know what I'm going to think of when I'm doing it. I'm not proud of it, in fact it's downright shameful for me. Why do I feel like this about her? I just feel so guilty that she can makes me like this.
I sigh, I'll do it. It's not like anyone has to know. Once I get all the soap gone from my body, I start to do the deed. Or at least I start, but I hear something. Call it that instinct that guys have when they get paranoid someone's going to catch them in the act. Except in my case, it's something to rightfully be aware of.
It's hard to tell, but I'm sure I hear it. Tiny little footsteps pattering on the puddles of water. It's not far either, which causes me to turn around quickly. It has to be an intruder, like maybe a demon wants revenge on her for what she did.
"Aha!" I yell, but what I see aren't any monstrous demons. It's Saffron, wearing nothing but a towel. It turned out that she was really daring today, as she wanted to do a few things with me during bath time.
In the here-and-now though, I ended up scaring her with that yell. She slipped on the water, and my protective instincts kick in as I rush to save her. I had little time to spare, but I'm able to catch her, and use myself to break the fall.
"Are you all right?" I ask her, then realize just how close the two of us are. Not only that, but my body is touching her soft, bare skin. She truly feels so smooth, and I can see her whole body with the exception of the towel covering her womanhood. The sight of her almost completely nude, and her tiny breasts pushing up against my chest. Add that on top of the little activity I was doing before I saw her. I just couldn't control myself, and well, it's a little messy.
"I'm okay, are you?" She asked me in that gentle tone. However, I couldn't feel good about myself, as shame filled my body.
"D-don't look." I can barely get the words out of my mouth. I got some level of control, but it's pretty much on the edge for me right now. My entire body feels so tight, like my muscles are fully engaged.
"Oh, I didn't realize that you were shy." Thank whatever god they have here that she misunderstood me. I take some deep breaths, and fortunately I don't just humiliate myself in front of this little girl.
"Why are you here?" I ask her this once I finally gather some composure, while grabbing my towel to properly cover myself. "You knew I was in here."
"I just…" She gets that bashful look on her again. The one like a child when they get caught doing something they shouldn't, which I think applies well to this situation. "C-could we… Wash each other?"