The whole war aside, I couldn't help but be more aware of my surroundings due to my oversensitive state.
This includes my head maid, Anatuya, in particular.
I'm unsure if it was to the haze on my sight or that Anatuya became more of an eye-candy for the soul, or maybe that was my horny self speaking.
Her dark, chocolate skin glistened faintly under the dim, and her asymmetrical bob—stark black on the outside with a vibrant flash of mint-green on the inner layers—swung gently as she tilted her head back to pop another miniature fruit tart into her mouth.
She swallowed it with a happy hum as she took a glance at me, catching me eyeing on her for no reason.
"You want some, Master?" she said as she offered a piece of sweet on her fork.
"Unfortunately, I would combust into a heap of mess the moment those sweets touched my tongue."
"Mmm, to not be able to savor the delicacy of the culinary world—I feel sorry for the state you're in, Master."
