Girlande’s insinuation keeps lingering in my mind, just like my hand rest on her bountiful rigid rear, expected from a woman so tall and muscular.
Without much delay, Girlande leads along Seinnissia to a large Guesthouse, entering directly to the kitchen, where we can see a dutiful woman from behind, her pink coral hair with dark brown is tied in a bun, wearing victorian clothes with a long skirt that is barely an inch away of the floor.
She is too focused on her cooking work to pay any attention to us, her lodious lullaby echoing in the room, matching her tempo with the skillful stamp of the knife’s edge against the cutting board.
The fine strands of julienned vegetables are assaulted again, divided into tiny squares, poured in a bowl, mixed with mayonnaise.
{I could be surprised to see the condint, but lemon and oil are the main ingredients}.
Girlande takes a seat in the adjacent dinning room, gesturing us to do the sa.
The minutes pass, and the woman continues without noticing us.
The clacking of high heels is not enough to distract the working woman, even when a provocative Mada of long talized green hair, enters the room.
She imdiately notices and my group, her gaze locked on , realizing this is the sa reaction most won have in this world.
{Do i have sothing wrong?}.
I give a quick look at my body, not finding anything unusual.
The Mada seductively sits in front of , not hiding her hands, unnecessarily, stretching the fabric of her glamorous dress of silk, highlighting her mature womanly silhouette. Not as voluptuous as the standard expected on Loutharn, but she would be extrely sought in my planet, as she is «Perfect».
"Aren’t you going to introduce us to our guests Girlande?".
The Mada’s voice startles the woman in the kitchen, who turns to observe us with her bright glowing green irises, panic and sha painting crimson her flushed cheeks, embarrassed of her singing, as she covers her plump red lips with her right hand.
"Of course i will". Comnts Girlande, with a wide grin for the little prank she made, but ultimately, signaling the woman sitting in front of .
"This striking and impatient Mada is «Larissa Lunniares». The Landlady i talked about. The blushing «Maiden» in the kitchen is my Sister, «Galishia». What do you think of the place,Vurckair?".
"I love the vibe, and the company seems nice. Though i haven’t taste them". I quickly glance to Larissa and Galishia, making an obvious emphasis in their breasts. Passing unnoticed, except to Seinnissia’s and the Landlady’s eyes. "I an the food".
Falsely i clarify, instilling action in the lady in the kitchen.
"How clumsy of , give a minute. I’ll make sothing delicious for you!".
"I’m craving cheese and eggs, do sothing with them" Orders My Feisty Fiancée, but Galishia doesn’t take it the wrong way.
"I will do as you instruct Young Gentlewoman".
She starts working. While i lean on my future wife, whispering. "Is that a Title?".
She nods ashad. "The lowest of the Noble Titles... , Investigate about them".
"Yes Mother".
Seinnissia blushes. "Do-Don’t call like that".
"As you prefer Ma’am".
"I’m not that old!". Complains Seinnissia, her fist hitting the wood table. "Better use, «Mommy»".
"But behaving this way, makes you look like a spoiled Good Little Girl".
She turns serious. "And what?. You expect to call you Father?".
"You’re the one who suggest it".
She rolls her eyes. "I’ll think about it".
I nibble Seinnissia’s earlobe, but she rapidly slaps my shoulder. Evidencing she prefers our flirting to be purely platonic, at least when we are in public.
In the anti, the details of my stay at the Guesthouse are openly discussed with the Landlady. To my surprise, the weirdness of my situation is not out the ordinary, not even a secret. Which relaxes .
{I don’t like having to keep parts of my life hidden. Obviously is not like i’m going around shouting them aloud. Which is reflected in my decision of not having any kind of social dia, which is pretty much the norm in my world}.
{I am not reluctant to share my experiences either. especially if others can learn from my mistakes, and vice versa}.
The food prepared by Galishia looks like smooth atballs with a little stick at the top.
"I hope is of your liking. Tug the protruding tip before eating it".
Seinnissia is not too happy with touching the food with her bare hands, teaching that using the bodysuit, or the Emts on als, is an absolute lack of manners, and a severe affront to etiquette guidelines, even on the eyes of commoners.
Following the instruction from Galishia. and my Fiancée remove a stick of the dish, breaking the amber envelope of smooth egg, peeled apart like falling petals of a tulip, and on top of these, segnts of juicy at filled with cheese, evoking the sight of a mandala.
{This is art!}.
The aroma of the al is wonderful, opening my appetite with creamy steam of molten cheese.
"For Avrora’s Sake!". Screams Seinnissia, delighted with how tasty is our breakfast.
My reaction is not too different, except for the fact that i am devouring the second one of the six blooming eggs, each of us received.
"Oh!. Wow!. Galishia, Marry !". I blurt out of the blue.
She smiles apologetically. "Please don’t joke about it, Young Gentleman. I could get in trouble for seducing a descendant from the Vecturion House".
{What?. Shouldn’t she be overjoyed?}.
"My Future Husband is not a liar. And i wouldn’t mind eating more als prepared by you, especially if is sothing so delicious and fanciful".
Galishia is speechless, her reaction not changing with Seinnissia’s next phrase.
"You are from a fallen Family. Becoming a Wife is blatantly out of the question. But you can be a Concubine. Making rits to restore your House to it’s previous glory. If you agree. I’ll talk to my mother about the topic right away".
Galishia observes her Sister Girlande. "You are not daydreaming, he is that crazy".
The absent-minded nod of Galishia is conveniently interpreted by Seinnissia as a form of acceptance, murmuring at my ear with asured excitent. "Don’t have too much fun".
Then, she turns to Larissa. "I entrust My Future Husband to you. Keep him happy, and well entertained".
The Landlady puts a mischievous smile, licking her lips seductively.
Jealous brew in Seinnissia, going against her politic of «No physical contact in public», pecking my lips. "The Library is not far, study for our «Private Tutoring»". She whispers at my ear. "I’ll reward you depending on your progress, so surprise "...
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