Chapter 305: 305: Bat Bat Broke the House III
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She threw both arms around him with the wholehearted force of soone who had no practice in managing adult limbs and no intention of starting responsibly. Her body hit his chest. Her hair flew everywhere. The blankets beca even less useful than before.
"Master," she announced with shocking triumph, "now Bat Bat is big. Let us do it."
Sekht actually froze.
"DO What?"
Bat Bat pulled back just enough to look at him with the full seriousness of a woman explaining simple mathematics to soone unexpectedly slow.
"What you did with Lily."
Sekht stared at her.
Bat Bat nodded vigorously. "The kissing. The warm sll. The closed room. The suspicious breathing. I observed all of it. Now Bat Bat is also big. So clearly it is my turn."
For one second, Sekht’s mind simply stopped functioning.
Then she kissed him. Not well.
Not badly because of lack of enthusiasm. Badly because Bat Bat had no human practice and apparently believed kissing was perford the way one attacked fruit. It was all uncoordinated determination and absolute certainty that she was doing sothing correct because she had seen him and Lily do "other stuff" in the shape of scent, maid’s imagination, and implication and had concluded she now understood adulthood.
Sekht caught her shoulders and tried to pull her back.
"Bat Bat. Stop it."
She made an irritated sound against his mouth and pushed forward stubbornly.
At that exact mont, the maid outside reached the door.
She had knocked twice already and, hearing nothing, had assud the young master was still sleeping heavily. The room was locked from inside, yes, but the inner household keys existed for exactly that reason. Elena preferred doors not to beco excuses. So the maid, after one respectful pause, took the side key from her sash and opened the lock.
The door swung inward. And the maid saw everything.
Young master Sekht in bed.
A naked grown woman on top of him trying with heroic incompetence to kiss him.
Sekht was holding her by the shoulders in what looked, to any maiden heart lacking context, dangerously like struggle with a shaless rival.
And because human beings were often betrayed by emotion before reason had ti to enter the room, the maid scread.
Very loudly.
"A PERVERT GIRL HAS CO TO YOUNG MASTER TOO!"
The sound tore through the entire house like a weaponized wedding bell.
Bat Bat stopped.
Sekht closed his eyes for one terrible second.
The maid scread again, louder and with more emotional detail.
"She is trying to kiss the Young Master! Co and catch her imdiately."
That brought the house alive.
Footsteps were all over the place. Doors were opening. Gasps in distant corridors.
The reaction of every maid in Dawn House who loved Sekht in silent, hopeless, internally dramatic ways was imdiate and violent.
They arrived in a flood.
The first three reached the room in less than five breaths, followed by more, and in the sort of mont that only a household full of overprotective, emotionally compromised won could create, they reacted without waiting for orders.
One grabbed Bat Bat’s right arm. Another seized her left arm.
A third, seeing too much skin and too little logic, snatched a sheet from the bed and tried to cover whatever she could reach first, which unfortunately was not enough and only made the scene more chaotic.
Then more maids entered.
One grabbed a leg. Another, the other one.
One clapped both hands over Bat Bat’s mouth because she had already opened it, no doubt to say sothing catastrophic.
Another tried to cover her chest with a pillow and the sheet at the sa ti, producing a result that resembled the world’s least elegant kidnapping.
Bat Bat kicked wildly, unable to use wings she no longer had, trying to protest through the hand over her mouth and only producing outraged muffled sounds.
"Bet Pat Pat go. Nor e mill keat vou."
Nobody understood what Bat Bat was trying to say. They only hear so mumbling sounds. (Author Note: If you understand what bat bat says, comnt in the dialogue.)
Sekht sat in the middle of the storm for one completely motionless second, his hairs were disordered, his shirt was half open, his dignity of the young master was destroyed, and thought, in a calm so unnatural it could only have co from shock, This is why gods abandon mortals.
Then Elena arrived at that mont.
Of course she did.
She stepped into the room with one sweep of her eyes and took in the entire disaster in a single glance.
Young master in bed.
Naked human-sized Bat Bat pinned by six maids and two improvised layers of bedding.
A first maid on the edge of tears from outrage.
Three others froze in the doorway, deeply scandalized and also deeply interested.
The room was thick with misunderstanding.
Elena looked at Sekht.
"Young master," she said with terrible composure, "what is going on? Can you explain?"
"HmmmmHuuuuu"
Sekht took one deep breath. Then another.
Then said, as evenly as any man had ever said anything after waking to a transford naked bat trying to force herself on him in front of a screaming household.
"Bat Bat grew up."
Silence.... Nobody spoke for a few seconds.
Then the maids blinked.
Elena’s eyes shifted to the writhing woman under sheets and hands and barely controlled chaos.
Sekht added, "It is Bat Bat. She just beca human size."
That changed the room. Not into understanding. But into a different kind of confusion.
For one stretched, unnatural second, nobody in the room moved.
The maids just stared.
They stared at the wrapped, furious, human-sized woman struggling under sheets and hands.
They stared at Sekht.
Then back at the woman.
Then back to Sekht again.
The first maid, the one who had opened the door and scread the house awake, looked the most betrayed. Her mouth opened. Closed. It opened again. Her eyes were so wide they looked as if they were trying to leave her face and file a complaint sowhere safer.
"Bat Bat?" she repeated faintly.
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