Chapter 9 - Spilled soup
Looking at Floyde, who collapsed on the pond. The young woman was shocked to see this. She didn't know what to do, rather than supporting him from drowning.
She placed Floyde's right arm around her neck and said, "Y-Young master, are you alright?" Floyde didn't respond. She dragged him out of the pond to see whether he was fine.
Floyde was lying on the grass beside the pond, unconscious. The young woman checked whether he was breathing by checking the pulse in his hands. And to be on the bright side, he was still alright.
Floyde and the young woman were soaked wet that she decided to stay in the sun to dry off for a while. The young woman sat on the medium-sized stone and looked at her surroundings to know if anyone else had seen what just happened.
Knowing there wasn't, she glanced at Floyde. He was on the ground, laying down, and his cloak wide open, completely showing 'everything' on his body.
Blushing at what she saw, she covered her face and looked away. She was beet red like a tomato. She just wanted to dry the cloak, but never would've thought that the cloak was the only thing Floyde was wearing.
Looking at herself, the front part of her tunic was completely torn apart. She undressed it knowing she couldn't wear it anymore. She had nothing to wear now but just a bra on and her wet breeches and forest leather boots.
She glanced again at Floyde for a split second to adjust his cloak to cover him properly. She blushed really hard when she accidentally felt his abdominal muscle (abs).
After a couple of long minutes of drying in the sun, the young woman piggyback carried Floyde.
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Floyde woke up in a bed and he touched his head and said. "Ughh, my head hurts."
Floyde tried to get out of the bed and see what was going on. But when he was about to move aside the blanket he was in, he saw himself completely undressed. He stayed put and continue lying down and closing his eyes since he couldn't go anywhere naked.
Floyde could hear the creaking sounds of the door as it opened. Floyde glanced at where it came from. Unexpectedly, someone came in–it was the young woman he helped earlier.
Holding a tray with a bowl of hot soup and a small wet towel beside it, she placed it at the square table which had a candlelit up beside Floyde.
The situation confused Floyde. The young woman took the wooden chair near the window and placed it beside the bed while she sat on it and held the bowl that was on the tray.
"Oh, It's you the young woman earlier," said Floyde happily, knowing that she was alright.
Avoiding the gaze of Floyde, she just lowered her head and looked at the bowl in her hands, and said. "Y-Yes. Thank you for helping me earlier, young master."
"Hahahaha! Earlier I was just kidding. I'm not a 'young master'. I just did that to play around with the guy. But never would've I thought it would work."
"I-If what you say is true, then how did you know about that punishment that the man was afraid of."
"That just came to my mind. It came to be true. Hahahaha!"
The young woman let out a sigh of relief at hearing that he wasn't the young master. But still avoiding his gaze, looking anywhere but not him.
"Why did that person call me young master? Even you, why?"
"U-Umm... it's because, young master, those guys earlier were the guards of our village–"
"Wait, stop. I told you I'm not the young master. So you don't have to talk to me formally, just be yourself and talk the way you feel comfortable in."
"Ah, I'm sorry. I totally forgot," she said and chuckled.
Still avoiding his gaze, Floyde noticed it.
"Hey now. I told you that everything earlier was just an act."
Barely looking at Floyde, she said, "I know."
She stood up and grabbed the wet towel from the table and placed it on Floyde's forehead. Floyde was still wondering what led her to do this.
Stumbling as she tried to hand over the bowl of hot soup to Floyde, it spilled on the blanket Floyde was in.
"Ah!" she exclaimed after falling.
"Ouch! T-Thank you for the soup," said Floyde and he smiled awkwardly in pain.
"I-I'm so sorry!" she said, while her and Floyde's eyes were still closed.
Floyde felt something pressing against him other than the burning sensation on his lap. The young woman felt something else, too. Slowly, both of them opened their eyes.
Just right after both of them opened their eyes, they gazed at each other intently. The distance between Floyde and the young woman was one finger long. Floyde lowered his head because he felt something. Looking at what it was, the young woman's chest was pressed against his.
'Wow! What a nice cleavage.' Floyde thought to himself.
The young woman directed her eyes to where Floyde was looking at.
Looking at where he was staring, she shouted and slapped him. She moved back from the bed and blurted out, "P-Pervert!"
After being slapped, he raised his head and gazed down his lower part, and showed a sly look.
"Am I the only one?"
"W-What do you mean?"
Looking at where his eyes were pointing at, she didn't hesitate to look.
"N-No! This is not what you think," she said as she pulled back her hands from his crotch area.
"Hahaha. It's ok, it was just an accident," Floyde said and laid back his head down.
Finally looking at Floyde, she blushed and hid her face with her hands, and looked away.
Still, Floyde was wondering what was going on. Finally realizing why she hid her face, Floyde instantly said, "No! This isn't what you think. I just woke up here like this."
'What the fuck. I forgot I wasn't wearing anything. Good thing she only saw my upper body. If it was my lower... she would slap me even harder,' thought Floyde. But little did he know that young woman already saw his lower body- I mean his entire body.
"I-It's fine. I was the one who brought you here after you collapsed in the pond, anyway."
"Wait... That means you saw my-"
"S-Shut up!" exclaimed the young woman with a beet red blush.
" ... "
She took the empty wooden bowl and placed it on the tray, and said, "Anyway, are you alright now?"
"What do you mean?" said Floyde, confused, while he scratched the back of his head.
"You collapsed in the pond because some leeches bit you," replied the young woman.
"Where?"
"At your back."
Floyde's eyes widened, and said "Ohh, so that's the reason my back was itching."
"H-Hot!" shouted Floyde when he slammed his hands on his lap, which had spilled hot soup on the blanket.
The young woman lowered her head and started twirling her hair with her fingers, and said in a low voice, "I-I'm very sorry."
She stood up from the bed and left the room, and came back holding another blanket and a rag in her hands. She sat beside Floyde on the bed and placed the blanket on the wooden chair and the rag on top of it. Unexpectedly, she started to move aside the blanket that was covering Floyde's lower part.
"What do you think you're doing, miss?" Floyde said and sat up straight while the wet towel from his forehead fell to the wooden floor. He glared at the young woman coldly and grabbed her hand on time just before she could fully move aside the blanket.