A loud knock, at seven in the morning, on Ernest door forced him to wake up reluctantly. Groaning in displeasure he left his soft pleasing bed for the door after 5 consecutive knocks.
He was dead tired.
He finally understood the basic concept of the training, The map, the buffs, the jungles, the objective, many of the basics and what to expect when he would enter for either brawl or Rank or Classic battles. Although he had to start training mode ( Which consisted of him dying a lot of times and killing a lot of times) before he could understand it, he was confident in his hard work.
It had taken him all night and it was only when he had died dozing of that he remembered he needed to end his training for now and go straight to sleep.
Ernest gazed at the golden decorated clock on his wall while his hand was on the door knob. He had only slept for 3 hours and he badly needed rest. His body had now been well built under the high training of constant death and killing, which was a good thing because now he was going to try to test if it could withstand some of his techniques after he was well rested.
He opened the door halfway and poked his head out of the space to check who had disrupted his sleep. Seeing that it was only the housemaid he was unable to stifle a groan.
"What?"
The housemaid, young Bob head and pretty as they all were and also dressed in her maid attire, gazed down at Ernest body to find it quite loaded with hot smoking and slightly buzzing abs. Ernest saw blood flood her cheeks and when he followed her gaze he found out why.
"Master Ernest must prepare for school." The young pink haired maid managed while her cheeks flamed on.
Ernest grinned inwardly. He was a man after and right now he was having a very high sexual feeling of needing a woman because he had long abstained from it after he had reached the age of 59. Now this body hot blood was pushing him badly and he could hardly control his mind as it wandered into dirty thoughts. He wanted sex now so he casted around for some sexual catchphrases he could use to get her to his bed. Thank goodness he wasn't ugly.
" I would but I think I would have trouble scrubbing my back, do you think you can give me a little help?" Ernest said flashing one of his sexiest smile he could ever produce that he knew no woman could resist in his last life.
The maid fluttered and then gazed around the passage to see if anyone was watching her. Slightly fanning her self to reduce the already heated cheeks of hers but still constantly gazing at Ernest abs while she tried to regain her composure.
" Well I don't think that I sho. . ." She started, forcing her self to look at Ernest.
"Oh come on, it will be fun?" Ernest said, flashing another smile as he continued almost immediately. " And hot as well."
She tried to protest again but Ernest could see that she had already fallen for his webs and that all she needed now was a nudge, which he wasted no time in giving.
He dragged her inside his room, drawing a gasp from her, and then shut his room while he pinned her to the wall besides the door. His mouth down on hers before she could utter a word of any kind of protest. She moaned underneath his lips and groaned in pleasure as her hands touched every part of his abs, Ernest
responded by grabbing her left breast with his right hand which caused her to moan, this time, even louder.
After squeezing both breast so well that he felt the maid tremble with pleasure while her hands frantically trying to flip out his hard dick. Obviously she wanted to be fucked right now, but Ernest wanted it to be on his own tone, on his own music so as to have more authority on her body than she knew.
"This won't do." He said as he pulled himself away from her and dragged her into the bathroom. He leaned on the bathroom wall and stared at the confused and trembling hot maid before finally speaking.
"STRIP!" He commanded.