The small interlude at the Herta Space Station would not affect the serene and happy daily life that Zāwù was now experiencing. Although, from time to time, deep in the boy's heart, an invisible, unhealable wound would still ache dully. But as long as Zāwù thought of the gentle and kind Big Sis Kafka... it seemed that even the most unbearable pain and sorrow could be endured silently, just by calling out her name.
Zāwù never told anyone in the Stellaron Hunter team about his pain. He would instinctively worry about others, but he didn't want others to worry about him.
...
Time returns to the night Zāwù is currently experiencing, in Kafka's room.
After spending a long time carefully maintaining the magnificent coats in the wardrobe, Zāwù, dressed in his elegant and handsome butler uniform, was finally free and let out a long, deep breath.
"Hooo..."
Alright then, next up was the eye-catching pair of stockings on the sofa.
Just thinking about it made Zāwù feel a strange sense of nervousness.
But he clearly hadn't had any strange thoughts. Nor had he done anything a bad child would do. In the end, the boy could only conclude that it must be because Big Sis Kafka was... too important to him. Therefore, anything related to her would trigger Zāwù's shyness and apprehension.
He shook his head to clear it, then walked towards the leisure sofa in Big Sis Kafka's bedroom with a composed expression. The boy lowered his head and his gaze, pursed his lips, and reached out a slightly trembling finger to touch the purple-red pantyhose, gripping them carefully.
The moment he touched them, their delicate texture amazed him. The color of the stockings was not saturated, giving them less frivolity and more of a mature, seductive feel. Their thickness was probably between 30 and 40 denier, a medium-thin style. Paired with her cinched black shorts, slightly-squeezing leg garters, and boots of different lengths, it was Big Sis Kafka's most common outfit.
Did she change before going out?
If so, why don't I see any other scattered shirts or shorts?
If not, why did she take just these off and leave them here?
Could it be that after wearing them for a while, she got a little sweaty...
And they became uncomfortable, so she took them off?
But that's something you can't tell just by looking! This left Zāwù, the butler, with a dilemma that he didn't know how to handle.
Should he take them to the laundry room to be washed?
Or should he fold them neatly and put them away?
Perhaps Zāwù didn't need to struggle at all. Because it was a very simple matter.
He just needed to smell them.
Yes, smell them...
What! I have to smell Big Sis Kafka's...!
Zāwù's head started steaming from overheating. He was clearly a very smart and quick-witted child, but when it came to matters concerning Kafka, he would inexplicably become slow and clumsy. Though, this side of him was also quite cute.
I-if I just smell them once... it should be fine, right?
Zāwù's heart pounded. Perhaps contrary to what many might imagine, the boy's mood right now was by no means excitement—that would be too strange. Kafka's significance to Zāwù was extraordinary. She was the first woman he saw when he opened his eyes. She was the shining embodiment of his aspirations. It was not a relationship that could be simply summarized by some cliché romance novel.
Therefore, what Zāwù felt more than anything was embarrassment...
The boy quietly swallowed. He didn't bring the purple-red stockings in his hand closer, but instead bent down almost reverently. Just as Zāwù's jade-white face was getting closer and closer to the stockings, just as he was about to reach the distance where he could smell their faint fragrance...
—"Click."
The sound of the unlocked doorknob being turned came from behind the boy. Along with it came the lazy question of a mature, sexy woman.
Kafka squinted, one hand on her hip, the other raised, her long, slender fingertips lightly tapping her rosy, alluring lips.
"Zāwù? What are you doing in my room~"
"Tzrrip..."
The sound of soft threads snapping was heard.
It was the boy's hand, tensing up too much from nervousness.
He had ripped... Big Sis Kafka's stockings.
At that, Zāwù's mind went completely blank, a ringing sound filling his ears. The boy stopped thinking, turning into a jade statue. Maybe right now, he shouldn't be here, but floating in the boundless expanse of space.
For a long time, Zāwù lost consciousness.
Until a faint,幽香 (yōuxiāng - elegant fragrance) surrounded his body.
Kafka, from behind, hugged him intimately. Even every breath she exhaled seemed to bloom into an invisible, bewitching rose in the air. The warmth transmitted from her soft body gradually revived the boy's heart.
"Why aren't you welcoming me~"
"Hmm, did you break my stockings...?" Kafka noticed something was wrong. Zāwù's body trembled in her arms. She smiled and ruffled the boy's soft white hair as a sign of comfort.
"Silly boy, it's okay. It's just a pair I've worn."
"We'll throw them out later."
What Zāwù thought was a catastrophe was, in Kafka's eyes, something that could be dismissed so lightly. She squinted her foxy, cunning eyes, looked around the room, and nodded continuously.
"Mm, so clean and tidy. Thank you, my little Zāwù, for helping me clean my room every day."
Kafka leaned in close to the boy's ear. A playful thought came to her, and she blew gently. You could see Zāwù's fair earlobe instantly flush with a cherry red.
"Is there any reward you want?"
"As long as it's not too outrageous, I'll grant Zāwù's request~"
"..."
Kafka wasn't even using her Spirit Whisper, but at this moment, the clumsy and shy Zāwù was clearly mesmerized by her, as if bound by threads wrapped around his limbs and senses by her fingertips, unable to voice any request of his own will.
And he was willing.
But, he couldn't let Big Sis Kafka... wait too long.
"Save..."
Zāwù's response was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"What did you say?"
"Save it... can I?"
"You want to save your reward?"
Kafka found that she was finding it harder and harder to see through this child. What on earth did he want...? But, this was also very interesting.
"Of course, you can."
"When you want it, just come and find me."
"I won't lie to you," said the bad woman who was seemingly addicted to lying, making a promise unconsciously. But no matter what, Zāwù trusted her.
"Thank you... Big Sis Kafka."
"It's nothing. It's getting a little late today."
Zāwù thought Kafka was telling him to leave and hurriedly replied.
"I'll leave right..."
—"Zāwù, if you don't mind, you can stay and rest for the night."
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