"Why are you staring at the washing machine? Are you hoping to be tossed around with all the soap bubbles too?"
"Eep!"
Jasmine squeaked like a kitten caught stealing cookies.
"Uh… good afternoon, Sister Baobhan."
This little incident started with a clash over washing clothes, with Baobhan and Jasmine having a bit of a disagreement.
Even though Baobhan had bought a washing machine for the house, Jasmine insisted on hand-washing the clothes just like before. For the longest time, the new washing machine sat there unused, almost as though it were a decoration.
Baobhan had suggested trying the washing machine, saying something like, "Wouldn't it make things easier for you, Jasmine?"
However…
"That won't do! A washing machine has no intelligence, after all. What if it damages your clothes, Sister? I'll take care of it—I'm already quite experienced."
This morning, Jasmine had overslept.
Usually, every morning, Baobhan would find a simple breakfast and freshly heated milk waiting for her when she woke up. But today, Jasmine had overslept for the first time.
Baobhan knew the reason—she had given Jasmine an assignment last night related to jujutsu.
Determined to meet her expectations, Jasmine had likely stayed up all night, working as hard as Baobhan's high school roommate, who would sneak into the restroom to study after lights out in the dorms.
She'd always believed that hard work paid off, and that roommate had gone on to be one of the top students by senior year, scoring the highest on their college entrance exams.
But still… seeing Jasmine like this tugged at her heartstrings.
This time, she'd stand her ground. For today, at least, she'd insist they let the washing machine handle the laundry.
It was time to assert some big-sisterly authority!
…Though the results didn't quite go as Baobhan had envisioned.
Jasmine had reluctantly tossed the clothes into the washing machine, then crouched down and stayed there, intently watching the clothes and bubbles swirl.
Just how worried are you that the washing machine will ruin the clothes?
Baobhan felt a headache coming on.
"Jasmine! Come here."
"But… but I need to watch the washing machine…"
Before she could finish, Baobhan silenced her with a single stern glance.
"You're ignoring my instructions now? Or perhaps you'd like me to hang you from a lamppost and bleed you a bit? Since you just learned Reverse Cursed Technique, I could leave you up there for a day to help you get the hang of it."
"N-no, no… I'll come right away!"
Watching Jasmine, pale-faced, stand and scurry over, Baobhan clicked her tongue in annoyance.
Don't get the wrong idea—she wasn't angry at Jasmine's stubbornness but rather at herself.
Her Spirit Origin had been subtly influencing her personality over the years. It wasn't a problem most of the time, but in moments of intense emotion, the effects became more pronounced, often twisting her words of concern into something harsh.
Sinking into the sofa, Baobhan patted the seat beside her and ordered, "Sit here."
"Okay…"
Jasmine replied softly, cautiously perching next to her, her hands nervously clutching her skirt.
To Jasmine's surprise, as soon as she sat down, Baobhan slid over, putting a little more distance between them.
"Did… did I make her mad?" Jasmine wondered.
Before she could look dejected, Baobhan gently placed a hand on her head, guiding her to rest against her soft lap. Surprised, Jasmine obediently followed, letting herself be gently eased down.
Baobhan preferred wearing long stockings; although she didn't wear her overly elaborate formal attire at home, she still wore a pair of sheer black stockings.
Resting her head on Baobhan's firm, toned thighs, Jasmine breathed in the faintly sweet scent unique to her. The feeling of the sheer stockings was… unexpectedly captivating.
There was just a slight—only a very slight—sense of regret.
If only there weren't stockings in the way and she could rest directly against her skin…
"Stay still like that. Don't move."
Baobhan's calm voice reverberated through Jasmine's mind, and suddenly conscious of her position, Jasmine froze, stiffer than ice.
"Why so tense? Relax."
As she spoke, Baobhan's hand reached out, gently brushing Jasmine's head with deliberate, soft movements.
Her hand stroked through Jasmine's hair, grazing her earlobes and tracing her cheek.
Jasmine was too embarrassed to say a word.
"This posture doesn't look too comfy. Take your shoes off and put your feet up on the sofa too."
Jasmine obeyed, curling her legs up onto the couch.
Seeing that Jasmine was still a little tense, Baobhan paused for a moment, then began to hum.
It wasn't any famous song—just something Baobhan made up in the moment, a gentle melody filled with the warmth she felt for Jasmine.
But with her golden voice, even the improvised tune grew more soothing the longer it lingered.
Feeling the girl's breathing gradually steady and deepen, Baobhan's face softened, her expression like warm sunshine on a spring day.
"Sweet dreams."
If you're this exhausted, you should take a proper rest.
No need to push yourself so hard.
Her hand continued stroking Jasmine's hair, while her other hand picked up her phone.
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When Jasmine woke up, she nearly thought she was in a bed of flowers.
There was a pleasant fragrance lingering all around her.
Her golden eyes slowly focused, taking in her surroundings, and a surge of embarrassment detonated in her head like a hydrogen bomb.
"B-Baobhan Sister! I-I-I…"
"Save it. Wipe that drool off your mouth first."
Huh? Did I… drool?
She wiped at the corner of her mouth, feeling a damp spot.
Her cheeks turned crimson as her head grew fuzzy with embarrassment.
"I want to die…"
"If you're going to die, don't do it at home. Get ready—we're heading out."
Baobhan gave her thigh a pat—the one Jasmine had been lying on. For anyone else, having someone rest on their leg for so long might have caused numbness from poor blood circulation, but the Servant's body was more than capable of handling it without issue.
"Huh?"
Staring at Baobhan as she stood up, Jasmine blinked in confusion.
"You've been wanting to join me on a mission, right? Well, here's your chance."
Baobhan held up her phone, and the first thing Jasmine saw on the screen was a photo of a high school girl.
Name: Riko Amanai
Bounty: 30,000,000
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T/N: Gojo my love is comingggggggggggggggggggg IM COM-