Chapter 45
Chapter 45
The countdown had begun: three, two, one… A loud *bang* resounded next to the hot spring.
The girls immediately turned off the water in the shower. The door swung open, and the two maids sneaked out, wrapped in towels. Anna rushed to the second floor, to Juno, to defend her in case of invasion. Dinah went to investigate the source of the noise, ready to fight if need be. The guard in sunglasses was already scanning the area.
Kyon ran into the shower at a breakneck speed and looked around. He let out a quiet, triumphant cry when he saw two neat piles of the maids’ clothes, including their underwear. He determined which things belonged to Dinah by her black stockings. Of course, he would take her lingerie. It was his revenge for the way she had treated him. He wished he could take more than just a blouse and black panties. Jean could find out the actual owner of the other things. And then Kyon was in for big trouble, most likely lethal.
Kyon grabbed the clothes and quickly left the shower and the mansion. Without losing a second, he returned to the training ground.
His heart was fluttering in his chest, his eyes burning. He wanted to sing with delight! The plan had worked! No one had noticed him. One guard was standing at the only entrance. Dinah and the other guide were investigating the cause of the blast. Anna and two other guards rushed to Juno’s defense.
Pulling off a stunt like that was easy but quite risky. According to Flitz, only Juno and the two maids stayed in the mansion for the night. He could take the underwear from only three of them. If he had snatched Juno’s lingerie, she would have gone on a rampage. The whole place would have been turned upside down. When they had found the missing thing, the culprit would have been buried in one of the holes dug in the process of searching. Dinah would hardly ever start the search by herself, and she would be embarrassed to give such an order to the servants.
Kyon’s plan was simple like a walk in the park. During his long walk around the mansion, the smell of shampoo told him which shower room was for the maids. Kyon waited for the right moment to drop off his strategic stock of the “firecrackers” (a handful of the stones he had taken from the mine). When he was at the hot spring he infused them with Synergy, setting a “timer.” The diversion was to go off after a minute. The trap had worked! The girls left the bathroom, and Kyon stole Dinah’s lingerie in a snap!
Kyon sat on a bench with a stupid smile on his face when suddenly he saw that he was still holding Dinah’s things. In the commotion, he had completely forgotten to put them into the hiding place! Fucking genius!
At that moment, he heard someone coming outside the gate. If he had lingered for a few more seconds, they would have caught him. He broke in a cold sweat just at the thought of that. Apparently, luck was still with him, but… What should he do with her things? Fling them over the wall? Too reckless. The servants would find them first thing in the morning. Hiding them at night was not an option, either. As soon as Dinah noticed the loss, she would pay him a “friendly visit” with a death threat. She would have all the gates locked. He couldn’t overcome the four-meter wall, not in his present condition.
Kyon heard the sound of approaching footsteps again. They were getting closer… There was no way he could leave unnoticed. What should he do?
…
The investigation of the incident did not take long. They failed to find the troublemaker, which somewhat puzzled the “special agents.” It was impossible to get into the mansion through the barrier without destroying it. The criminal needed a special signal to create an opening. Only the guards knew it.
Dinah had enough of walking around wrapped in the towel. She was cold and tired of flashing her bare legs. When she realized there was no one to be found, she returned to the shower room. She hastily pulled on her new stockings and then… Dinah found that her blouse and panties were missing from the pile of clothes. A nasty cold feeling filled her heart. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with disbelief that turned into a guess that was finally replaced by conviction. Someone had pulled off that distraction to steal her lingerie!
When Anna approached her sister, Dinah clenched her black skirt so tight that the delicate fabric almost ripped apart.
«Dinah, what’s the matter?»
«Did you take my underwear» – Dinah said in a gloomy voice.
«What? No! Why would I need your dirty things?» – The blonde maid exclaimed in surprise.
«You’ve always liked my black lace panties.» – Dinah whispered sadly.
«Pff…» – Anna snorted. – «Dinah, even if it was true, I’d prefer to buy something new! Wait, what if the explosion…» – Anna gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Then she hurried off to report that the alarm was most likely false. The patriarch should not be bothered. Someone had pulled off a prank to steal her sister’s lingerie. What a scam!
Dinah wanted to stop her sister from spreading such intimate details, but the patriarch really should not be bothered. She examined the shower one more time. What if she had accidentally thrown her things into a far corner. But all the signs indicated that it was a planned thing and someone had brazenly stolen her stuff! The mere thought that her panties got into someone’s hands made her dizzy and sick in the stomach. A shiver ran down her spine. Who on earth might need her… intimate item of clothing?
Her memory helpfully planted the image of a shaggy boy, his bawdy behavior when they first met… If that slave was guilty of the disappearance of her clothes, she’d beat the living daylights out of him.
Dinah became belligerent. She slipped into her nightie and went to find the slave. Too much honor to dress up for him in the new uniform! However, getting some of his blood on her hands was always a good idea.
…
Kyon was lying on the bench, his eyes closed. He was doing his best to pretend he was fast asleep and already reproaching himself for not taking Anna’s underwear. What was so special about his revenge on Dinah? The blonde maid would be kinder to him. His chances of surviving with her would be obviously higher.
In the next instant, he was roughly pulled out by the scruff of his neck and well shaken.
«Rise and shine, thief.» – Dinah hissed with an icy smile, beautiful like a starry night. Her glossy black hair was shining in the light of the moon. She could fascinate any man. Her voice, gentle like a winter breeze, made Kyon chill to the bones.
Kyon was really scared for the safety of his life. What if she would kill him just on a whim? He fixed his eyes on the floor playing the role of a cowed slave and mumbled:
«D-Dinah, what can I do for you?»
The maid wrinkled her nose in disgust and added firmly:
«Call me my lady when you speak to me. If you ever inappropriately address me you will regret that you were born into the world.»
Kyon nodded understandingly. The threat sounded very convincing.
Dinah could feel his emotional suppression, and yet, she took out a sharp dagger and threateningly held it at his neck:
«Tell me now. Did you steal my underwear?»
Kyon froze, afraid to take another sigh. He hurriedly spoke, sobbing and stuttering, feeling the chilling cold of his doom on the sharp blade:
«I’m s-sorry… I don’t understand what you are talking about, my lady Dinah, I’m sorry…»
«Look into my eyes, scum.» – The maid snarled.
Kyon stubbornly closed his eyelids as if holding back the flow of tears. He wasn’t born yesterday and knew better than that: to look into any mad maid’s eyes could be deadly in this world. It was confusing, anyway. He thought that the slaves were not allowed to look into their masters’ eyes, and she demanded quite the opposite.
Dinah grunted with satisfaction. For some reason, the sight of the battered and mortally frightened handsome boy made her happy. Her intuition whispered that he was responsible for the disappearance of her things. But where could he possibly hide them?
«Get undressed!»
«What?» – Kyon was taken aback. It came so unexpectedly that he forgot his role of a-poor-miserable-but-completely-innocent-slave. {Maybe she’s had enough of standing half-naked alone?} – He sneered and took a good look at her perfectly smooth legs, her delicate feet in flip-flops, her shoulders, barely covered with straps of the translucent nightie, and her stirring clavicles… A damn arousing combination.
Her dismissive look was from any perverted submissive’s dream. As Kyon was clearly not the type, he felt uneasy.
«I told you to get undressed.» – Dinah repeated, her arms folded. It was beneath her dignity to check him herself and feel his body all over. He could take off everything himself.
While Kyon was pulling off his jumper, the beautiful but wicked fairy of the night looked around. The area itself was poorly suited for hiding things. The maid walked around the training ground and noticed all the possible nooks. Kyon followed her with an anxious look.
When Dinah made sure that every nook was empty, she turned around and was shocked to see that the little jerk was about to take off his underpants.
«Stop or I will kill you if you take them off!»
Kyon pulled the elastic of his underpants back and stared at the maid, fascinated with her beauty.
The girl hissed quietly with a clear threat:
«Show me your clothes…»
Kyon opened them up, turned them upside out, twisted and twirled his clothes to convince the silly girl there was nothing there apart from his shabby things.
Dinah grumbled in frustration. She gave the slave a searching look. He had a lot of bruises, contusions, abrasions, and blood stains. But there was not a trace of her clothes. Unless, of course, he had hidden them in his underpants… But he was too eager to remove them. It just didn’t add up. However, her intuition screamed the opposite. The slave was no simpleton. He could be pulling her leg.
Her suspicious look fell on the last item she had not checked yet – his underpants.
Kyon took a deep breath and covered his groin with a quick movement. He had to risk everything he had, that is his life.
«What are you hiding there?»
Kyon frantically shook his head:
«Nothing, my lady Dinah… There is nothing…»
Dinah menacingly stepped forward and came to a dangerously close distance. She took hold of his hands with a steel grip and pushed them aside without breaking eye contact.
Her tender hands were as cold as ice.
If the sly bastard had hidden her things in his underpants, she would kill him with the poison of pain. She wanted to see him suffer.