rem want to buy present for subaru

Bonus [ntr]

Rem changed back into her maid uniform, the shift from her elegant dress to her everyday attire a stark reminder of her role. Subaru, looking visibly drained, retreated to his room to get some much-needed rest. The emotional weight of the night before had clearly taken its toll on him, and he needed to recuperate.

Emilia, clearly upset and feeling a bit abandoned by Subaru's silence, watched him go with a mix of frustration and concern. She had hoped for more interaction and understanding, but his exhaustion had left him unable to engage.

Noticing Emilia's distress, Rem approached her with a gentle but purposeful demeanor. "Emilia, did you manage to have breakfast?" she asked, her tone soft and caring.

Emilia shook her head, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I made it myself. I didn't want to bother anyone."

Rem's expression softened with empathy. "Well, how about I prepare something for lunch? You should take it easy and let me handle the cooking for now."

As Emilia nodded in agreement, she retreated to her room to tackle some paperwork that had piled up. She needed a distraction from the complex emotions of the morning and found solace in organizing her thoughts and documents.

In the kitchen, Rem set to work preparing lunch. She moved with a practiced grace, humming softly to herself as she worked. The melody was a quiet, comforting tune, a small balm for her thoughts. She found some solace in the routine of cooking, allowing her mind to drift away from the events of the previous night.

The kitchen was filled with the pleasant sounds of food being prepared, and Rem worked diligently, determined to make a meal that would brighten Emilia's day, even if just a little. As she cooked, she thought about how to make the meal comforting and nourishing, hoping it would help lift Emilia's spirits and provide a moment of respite from the emotional turbulence that had surrounded them.

As the day started to turn to dusk, Rem found herself with little to do. The familiar sense of loneliness began to creep in, and she found herself thinking about Sumi. Despite everything that had happened, there was a strange comfort in the chaotic energy Sumi brought into her life. But to meet her meant returning to the brothel—a place Rem had promised herself she'd never set foot in again.

The very thought of going back there filled her with disgust. Memories of the filth, the lingering scent of sweat, and the other unsavory aspects of the place made her stomach turn. She could still vividly remember how revolting it had been to clean the semen-stained sheets, a task she despised more than anything.

But there was no other way to see Sumi. The idea of donning that skimpy bunny outfit and serving drinks again was almost a relief compared to the other duties she might be expected to perform. At least then, she could maintain some semblance of dignity, even if the job was demeaning in its own way.

With a heavy sigh, Rem decided to take a bath. She wanted to feel clean before she ventured into that world again, even if the cleanliness wouldn't last long. As she soaked in the warm water, she tried to steel herself for what was to come. She knew that going back was a mistake, a step backward after all the progress she'd made in her life. But there was a pull she couldn't quite explain—a need to connect with Sumi again, to feel something other than the quiet emptiness that had settled in her heart.

As she finished her bath and dressed, Rem couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. But she pushed it down, focusing instead on the thought of seeing Sumi again. She would endure whatever she had to in that wretched place if it meant having a friend by her side, even if only for a little while.

Rem arrived at the brothel, her heart heavy with a mix of determination and dread. As she approached the reception desk, she was greeted by a woman with a stern expression who immediately seemed to recognize her.