Uuuu...
My head hurts... My vision is blurry... my limbs feel heavy...
At least the bed is soft. And the pillow feels exactly like Miss's...
... Eh?
This soft yet firm feeling.
The perfect size to fit my head.
The familiar refreshing and calming scent.
... It's totally the same?
My limbs are gradually regaining their strength.
I can move with them now.
I also notice the weird posture they are in.
... It's as if I'm doing something I shouldn't be.
The vision of my eye clears.
The first thing I see is a snow-white skin.
The snow-white skin of the soft pillows.
... Latifa. What have you done now?
"Hmm? Are you awake my little princess?" Miss's voice wakes me up from my lamenting.
Honestly.
Miss's voice is so sweet I could taste sugar in my ears.
Miss sounds happy? No, that would be an understatement.
She looks exactly like those maids in the kitchen when they talk about their boyfrie-
I confirm the surroundings and find the culprit.
I activate the secret glaring technique.
Glare until you confess eye technique.
Glare.
Glare.
Glare.
"What?" He says in an annoyed tone.
W, what is this!
What's up with that glare!
Why does it feel like he's looking at a loser!?
T, this can't be! Absolutely not!
"Awu! Awu!"
"Stop barking at me."
Grrr.
This is really strange!
Miss would...
Miss would normally scold him!
Why... Why is she not scolding him?
D, did the scales of Miss's heart tip towards him?
Nonono.
I look at Miss with a worried expression.
"What's wrong, Latifa? Are you hungry? Cold? Hot? Do you want to buy something? A bath? Or... perhaps... me?" Miss says with a flushed face.
"Awu!"
That's right!
I want you, Miss!
If you went on that annoying man's side, come back to me!
... Although I feel a little cold for some reason.
Must be my imagination.
"I see, I see." Miss nods.
"Latifa wants me. I see. I see. Can't be helped. This is where the wife should obediently listen to the husband and presents herself, right? But, we are in public right now..." Miss mutters something under her nose. I couldn't understand.
Miss's face switches between delighted and troubled expressions back and forth.
Is Miss ill?
This is where I should show my maid skills!
... Ah, by the way, why am I locked? yeah locked is the right word. Why am I locked in Miss's clothes?
And why a memory of a weird pink cloth over Miss's waist suddenly appeared in my mind!?
... I wonder what that cloth is for?
Hmm? Why do I feel like something similar happened before?
I can't remember.
But... I'm curious.
Very interested.
WHAT IS THAT CLOTH FOR?
I must ask Miss later.
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Kindred
Historical FictionNatasha Morozova was a renown Russian hitman. However, she was betrayed and died in the middle of her mission. When she thought it was over, she found herself in a fancy bed, being treated by small children. She discovers that she is a good-for...
