YM778.TV Chapter 242 - Well, Someone Sure Is Horny Today
After eating and drinking, something happened.
It didn\'t happen gradually no, it happened in an instant.
My stomach rumbled. But no, it wasn\'t that.
But something much more frightening was about to happen.
"I need to go," I said, calmly.
All this time my system was sleeping.
"GO where?" Mom was cleaning up.
But now the sleeping beast had awoken and it wanted out.
"I need to go, now!" I couldn\'t even frigging move anymore.
They understood almost immediately.
"There\'re no bathrooms in this building so unless it\'s something you can keep in for the next five or so minutes, you\'ll have to use the bottle." I couldn\'t tell if mom was joking or serious.
"Don\'t worry I\'ll carry you." Selene flexed one of her biceps, chuckled, and headed my way.
"Don\'t bother." Marg put a hand on my blanket and we teleported to a bathroom.
I was really, really glad, she could teleport
It was empty and I came here without the protection of the blanket.
"Why didn\'t you get the blanket too!?"
This place was cold and my voice kind of reverberated.
Marg sighed. "Teleporting any inorganic matter other than clothes is a mess. Besides-" She came close. "I\'d like to teleport you naked all the time," She whispered.
Yeah, it was good that she had a fetish and all but I was about to leak- so-
"Ah!" this felt amazing as my bladder drained. Halfway through it kind of felt weird and even slightly painful though but oh well. I shouldn\'t have held it in so long.
But that was all. I didn\'t feel the urge to do the other. \'I don\'t have constipation, do I?\'
Technically, I hadn\'t gone in over three days now, so yeah, it was definitely possible.
"Is it me or you\'ve shrunk?"
\'Why the hell are you staring!?\' "Don\'t worry this is normal. It\'s too cold anyway." And my shivering just made a crippling return.
\'Ah, you\'ll be missed my dear blanket!\'
"I sure hope so." She was disappointed.
She didn\'t have to be that honest!
"And don\'t touch it!" I was empty.
"I\'ll wash my hands, don\'t worry about it."
Yeah, but I still worried about it, so I used some tissues and tucked my stuff back in the underwear.
Flush!
Marg was disappointed, again. "We\'ll see what you have to say for yourself tonight when you want to touch mine." She pouted slightly.
Oh boy.
And she was already assuming we\'d be doing stuff tonight. Well, I guess she wasn\'t wrong…
But I was freezing.
So, I locked on to a bathrobe and wore it. It was warmer- but the place was colder. And didn\'t this place come with a heater or something?
"Let\'s teleport back I guess?" Marg said, still pouting.
Normally she\'d be emotionless about all this, but since she was alone with me, I could see more of her- and I felt both privileged and a bit sad at that. I wish she could be her real self all the time- or maybe not. I kind of wanted to monopolize on this anyway.
\'Cute!\'
"No, I wanna find some clothes first."
Running around in a bathrobe was definitely better than running around wrapped in a blanket. Neither were perfect solutions but one was marginally better than the other. And the bathrobes here were rather thick anyway.
Marg didn\'t quite approve of my decision but sighed and followed me anyway. She was weirdly understanding. Or maybe she was just too considerate?
We got out of the bathroom.
***
This place was big- really big. I had no idea where we were but we were certainly in the mansion, that was for sure. The lights were warm and this place was definitely warmer than the building I\'d been staying at. Still close to freezing though.
The hallway was filled with rooms here and there- but I had a feeling those weren\'t occupied. There were pictures on the walls but I kind of just ignored them.
By the end of this hallway- I came upon two pictures. One was Hyora\'s and she looked gorgeous. The other one was someone young- someone I\'d seen before. but as I tried to remember, my head just throbbed and threw me in a loop. I was certainly not going to get that information.
***
It took us another minute or two but we finally found a servant. He only spoke in fluid Russian.
Marg sighed. "Just when we found someone."
"Don\'t worry, I speak Russian." Barely.
I spoke four languages other than English. Russian was just one of them. I hadn\'t used them in years, so I probably forgot half of my vocabulary though.
"Really?" I couldn\'t tell if Marg was enthused or just uninterested. She could be really hard to read at times when in public.
Anyway- "Can you provide me with some clothes?" I spoke in Russian.
He was old- maybe in the mid-seventies. He was rather wrinkled and he spoke slowly. "Sure." With that said, he started walking, we also walked alongside him.
He was also shaking just like me. It was almost as though my already warm body heat wasn\'t enough for this weather. And I\'d made sure to make myself 5 degrees warmer too. Any more and I\'d be sure to set up a stroke.
Our steps reverberated in the empty halls.
***
After about ten minutes, the guy opened a closet and brought out a broom. He started sweeping the floor.
"Excuse me, the clothes?"
HE looked at me, a bit confused for three seconds, and then his eyes lit up. "Who are you?"
What the hell?
What the hell indeed.
I sighed. "Let\'s find someone else I guess."
"We could always just come back later," Marg said.
"Nonsense! Explore we must!" Why was I copying that little gray thingy from starwa- ahem! "I could always wear the clothes of the butlers I guess." Because we were staring at them in the closet.
\'Wait, maybe this guy led us here for this?\'
"Maybe you can wear them under the blanket too, tonight," Marg whispered.
Well, someone was horny today.
"You\'ll have to wear a maid\'s outfit then," I whispered back.
Yeah, someone was definitely horny.
"Sigh* kids." The old janitor behind us sighed and grinned at the same time.
I had no idea if the guy was actually forgetting stuff or just messing with us: he probably was. But anyway, I wore a butler\'s uniform. A black coat- white shirt and a blue bowtie. It looked more like a waiter\'s uniform just fancier.
Anyway, I also didn\'t leave the comfort of my bathrobe. Marg kind of didn\'t like the idea but she didn\'t complain.
I could finally breathe in relief. It was still cold but definitely bearable.
***
"By the way."
We kept on walking. I could barely see the sun in the distant sky. I didn\'t feel hungry and my body was gradually becoming more and more tolerant to the pain. I was healing.
But at this point, walking was also becoming a chore. \'Why is this place so boring?\'
"Yeah?" Marg looked back.
"Eve kind of proposed today." I didn\'t want to say this but- I didn\'t want to hide things from her. I had a feeling that\'d complicate things more in the long run.
"What did you say?"
"No."
She didn\'t say anything. She didn\'t look particularly sad or mad- but perhaps a little-
"Why do I have to accept this? I\'m next in line to be head, I can\'t just let some new guy come in and take over. If he was purebred, I\'d understand but-but- he\'s the same as me!" I heard a girl shout as we walked by.
I had a bad feeling about that but I kept on walking. I really didn\'t want to get involved with it, so my walking speed increased significantly.
Slap!
A rather dry, solid sound spread out.
And a second later the door opened. I really wanted to blitz past this place but-
A teary-eyed little girl came out of there- golden locks, loads of frills, and a rather scary face: slightly red on one side. "You there- get me a cup of tea."
"Um-wha?"
"Now!" She was crying- like really crying. She grabbed my hand and almost ran.
Marg came behind me, unwillingly.
A moment later we entered a room- apparently, it was the one next to this one. And the tea was already there- I just had to use the electric kettle and warm it. well, I didn\'t need electricity and just used a bit of infrared, anyway.
It probably wouldn\'t taste that great though. Oh well.
She took a sip of the tea and put the cup back on the table.
This was a much larger room than the one I was staying in- about four times large. There were bookshelves here and there- a rather cute bed with stuffed animals and a huge chandelier. The color of the room and the general aesthetic- pink.
"I don\'t like this tea, get me hot coco."