My Futanari Lover!

6-II

The next day...

RING! RING! RING!

"Mnnh..." Eryn groggily turned off his alarm. Already morning...? He raised his body and rubbed his eyes. His body swayed around as he regained awareness of his surroundings. Sleeping earlier isn't that bad, honestly...

"Master?" a voice called out from outside his door. "Are you awake?"

"Oh, Mayonee..." he yawned, stretching out his arms. "Yeah, I just woke up."

"I've already prepared breakfast for you." She informed him. "Please come and have it while it's still hot."

"Thanks, Mayonee..." he slid his legs off the bed. "I'll be there soon."

"Of course, Master." She left for the dining room, judging by the footsteps.

Eryn sighed deeply, putting his head in his hands. Truthfully, he wanted to return to bed and sleep a few more hours. But Mayonee's already made breakfast... ever since Mayonee decided to stay by his side, he's had to change his lifestyle. It was a good change though, he appreciated all she did for him. She was a positive influence in his life. I want to be lazy on some days, though... I wonder if she would mind?

"Master?" Mayonee called out again. "Are you still awake?"

"Yes, yes, I'm awake." He scratched his hair. "I won't fall asleep, don't worry."

"Just making sure, Master." She said with a smile, though he wouldn't be able to see.

Eryn stood up and stretched his entire body, resulting in some satisfying cracks. Ah, man... gotta get up. He left his room and went to the dining area where he saw Mayonee sitting alone, presumably waiting for him.

"Whew..." a fresh aroma swept through his nose. "Breakfast smells good as usual, Mayonee."

"I'm humbled, Master." She bowed her head down. "Shall I prepare some tea?"

"Oh, that's fine." He took a seat opposite of her and reached out for the tea kettle. "I'll pour it myself-"

Mayonee already grabbed the tea kettle and poured a cup of tea for him and stirred in some sugar. "As you like it, Master."

"You don't really have to bother yourself that much." He sighed, taking the cup of tea to his lips. Smells amazing... "I appreciate it, though."

"It's never a bother serving you, Master." She gave a genuine smile.

"Mhmm, I see..." Eryn hummed. "Mayonee, why don't you ever call me by my name?" he asked as he took a bite out of his toast.

"..." she froze for a split-second, then averted her gaze. "I'm simply your butler, Master. I'm undeserving of referring to you by name." Of course, that was a complete lie.

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow as he chewed his food. "I wouldn't mind, though."

"... I'll take it into consideration."

"Hmmm..." Their daily conversations tended to follow this pattern. Not that he really minded. If Mayonee was fine with it, then he, too, was fine with it. Still, I feel she's taking her butler role too... seriously. He felt they were rather distant, despite knowing each other for many years.

After they finished breakfast together, Eryn stood up and stacked the plates together... or at least, that was what he planned to do.

"Allow me, Master." Mayonee had beaten him to it. She already stacked all their dishes and plates together, then brought them to the kitchen sink to wash them.