A few days had passed since the occasion, and currently, Enix was staring in tedium at his parents bickering over matters that he half-realised to be about him.
Fria was spared the agony as she had departed outside with Gruis already.
His brows creased, and he tugged at Houre, "Take me somewhere quiet."
Houre squatted next to him and asked, "Library?"
"My head is aching... I don't wish to cause a scene by fainting on the sight of loaded shelves." He exasperated. "Is there no quiet place in this mansion except those confinememt chambers?"
"Um... Oh! There is one, actually! If you don't mind its lack of charm." Houre nibbled on her lip.
"Anywhere there's a scarcity of this is charming." Enix sighed and Houre lifted him up and started to walk away.
She passed out of the doors, and into the burning sun from which she shielded Enix with a parasol, and arrived at the back of the mansion where a small apartment building stood silently.
"This place..." Enix murmured.
"The new servant's quarters... since the previous one was filled with the older servants, and I was free-loading in the guest room... this building was made, in a way, just for me." Houre looked embarrassed. Making Enix stare at her face for a while.
'Houre... mother hired her just for me. And due to my importance to mother, Houre's status rose sharply. She's just below Claire, the head maid.' Enix blinked, 'She's quite envied for what she got in just two years.'
The two walked in and entered the first room, there was hardly anyone else.
As Houre placed him down on the bed, she smiled and commented, "This is the quietest place I know."
Enix collapsed on the bed and smiled, "It's a marvelous place."
Enix rolled around on the bed for a while before laying there peacefully with a smile, 'So peaceful... especially after the last few tense days.'
As Houre stared at him staring at the plain ceiling in bliss, as if there were a multitude of things in it to be relished, she couldn't help but comment, "Young master... you seem to have changed since the last few days."
Enix's eyes turned toward her, standing obsequiously with her hands clasped in front, "I hate repetition."
Houre's eyes bloated as if trying to size something ginormous, "Ho-Wha—"
After a while of flabbergasted agape, Houre collected herself and asked, her brows squeezed, "So you would change yourself like the conversion of day to night? Because you don't like repetition?"
Enix stared at her for a while in thought before chuckling. He patted beside him, "Come, you can sit down too."
"Aw? I-I thank you for your kindness, young master. But pardon that I may not oblige."
"...Sit down," He asserted, "It's weird making someone be so stiff in his own place."
Houre shook, before, with small steps, she sat down at a corner, muttering, "Own place?"
Enix stared at her in silence for a while before patting beside him, "Relax. It must be hard being so robotic all day long."
"Robotic?" Houre's expression turned odd, her head lowered in shame.
"...I mean having to be a statue. For a while, as nobody is watching, just show me who Houre is... not my servant."
"I-Is that an order?" Houre's hand rolled into a fist. Making Enix chuckle, "Yes."
The air stilled before, silently, Houre took off her boots and sprawled next to Enix, "How should I treat you in this time? As a parent? As a stranger? Or how?"
"Consider you are next to your closest friend." Enix muttered and turned his side to face her.
"Certainly." Houre nodded before blooming a smile and letting loose a sigh, "It was a tiring day again, full of repetition."
"Really?" Enix smiled and watched her rest her head on her hand.
"Yes, looking out for young master is hard. Actually, honestly, boring. All I ever do is take him up and down stairs or to the library. Or to remind him that's its time for a break." She closed her eyes, entering into her own world, "Though its quite ungrateful for me to complain with all I receive from it."
Her eyes had a gentle sheen as she opened them and stared at him.
'Wow. She takes her job seriously.' Enix chuckled and grinned, "You must hate him terribly."
"It's not a matter of hate... more of how you would feel toward a person who offers you more than he needs to for some work... Grateful."
"And indifferent." A playful smile cracked on his lips, making Houre fall silent.
As Enix stared at her, still not looking at him in the eyes, he couldn't help but appreciate her sublime features. 'Despite all... she's rather beautiful. I wonder, with her being so serious with her job, will she dive into the bathroom nude with me? In my pretense of me wanting to be washed by her?'
His smile turned lecherous, and he felt himself lose against some precious memory of her wet body that he never managed to forget.
"Young master... would you like to see?"
Enix's eyes flickered, and slowly rose up to face her stoic expression, "What?"
"You seemed to be staring at my breasts. I am curious as to whether you would like to see them." Houre's unnervingly still eyes prodded Enix's irises.
"Wh-Why?"
"Firstly, you are currently my friend. And I have yet to identify your gender... so that's it. And secondly, you seemed to have some desire for them." Houre explained with a plain face.
"...Are you jesting, to a friend?"
"I am serious... to a friend."
Enix bit his lips, 'Shit! What is this? Was Fero this good with women? Shit...just trying to be like him has laid forth such an opportunity? Woe to he who rejects such a maiden! Woe to he!' Enix's breath quickened, and thoughts rained down in dozens.
With a slightly flushed complexion, he nodded, "S-Since you insist."
Houre smiled gently and began to unbutton her shirt, still laying in front of him.
After she opened her shirt, she slid her finger in the great gorge and hooked her bra. Pausing for a moment, she smiled while seeing Enix unable to budge his eyes.
"Here I go!" She exclaimed before pulling it off. Unleashing two mangoes of such fineness to make Enix exclaim out in some cry only he understood.
"Beautiful! Delicious!" Enix felt a wave of heat ride from his feet to his face, flushing him red.
"Hahaha! Such praise, you may have a go at them, if you wish." Houre smiled, her eyes curved in appreciation of his praise.
"Ye–W-Would you let me?" Enix bit his lip, instantly cursing himself for not just biting at those stiff, rosy peaks, and fondling them to his heart.
"Of course. I've always wondered how it would feel like to be a milk-mother." Houre smiled and caressed him on the head lovingly, applying a gently force as if beckoning him forward.
"W-Well, since it's for research purposes." Enix reached out with subtle quivers and, handling delicately like a fragile expensive vase, pinched her nipples.
"Aaa!" She cried out, her cheeks growing into tomatoes. Taking deep, steady breaths, she drowsily peeked into his eyes and asked, "H-How do you like them?"
"They feel like," Enix fondled them like playing with a water-ballon, and closing in, gave them a slow, and long lick, "Hmm! They are good enough to be placed next to heaven's fruits."
"My, if that is so... please have them to your fill." She voiced meekly as Enix, feeling a blackness hover at the corner of his eyes, sucked them gently like he did with Mugam's, 'Hmm... they are nowhere near as soft as mother's. Nor as tasty. But still... they have that feel that her's lacked.'
Enix grinned and peeked at her, 'Keke! Maybe today's the day I get to test out my skill!'
As Enix was peeking, his hands suddenly came to a halt, and his tongue stopped pressing into her tasty nipples.
His pale, hollow cheeks lost more of their luster and his body turned cold.
His eyes trembled, a thought ran in his mind as he stared at Houre's face—morphed from hideousness and contempt and unnervingly lacking all its previous sheepishness— 'Of course... Of course this was a trap.'
It happened too fast, all he grasped was a jolt in his consciousness and a strong grasp sealing his hands overhead.
As she sat atop his fragile body, her peeks still successfully dragging him out of his pain and into their delicious memories, she scoffed and started, "Before we get to the relevant matters. Allow me to tell you something irrelevant... Nobody will be able to save you."
Enix, staring at her boobs, with his lips curled sillyly from the edges, remarked, "You're heavy."