Yeah, so surpriiise! This book isn't a joke. There'll be smut/lemons/porn. Thanks.
Everyone knew Rook as the royal castle servant and Scissors' loyal butler.
However, nobody knew the extent as to how far his service would go.
Pizza, in particular, was curious in ways the others weren't.
He'd been a bit pent up lately. He and Hot Dog were boyfriends, and sometimes, sex was used as stress relief, but not often.
Well, Pizza needed that stress relief. The competition had scrambled his brain, his arrival in Dream World was an unexpected change, and generally, the eliminated contestants were all of the people he disliked. They got on his nerves, and constantly.
There was little to no privacy in that damned castle, since Rook was always making sure everybody was on their "most elegant behavior" or were looking their best. On a constant basis.
That got on a lot of people's nerves. Especially Scissors and Pear's.
In Rook's eyes, the eliminated contestants were apparently some kind of "neighboring kingdom visitors." Or, as normal people called them, guests. Special guests.
Special guests were to be attended to at all times.
At the moment, Pizza was laying on the right side of his bed, his legs crossed, a bothered expression on his face. About half an hour ago, Pizza had asked the servant to come to his room, alone, for a "special task," quoted. Rook looked absolutely ecstatic.
Someone was actually asking him to do something for them. He hadn't been genuinely asked to do someone a favor for an embarrassingly long amount of time.
Pizza perked up at the excited knocks on his door. "Mr. Slice? You asked to see me?" he questioned in his strange, latin-sounding accent.
The chess piece peeked through the crack in the door, and Pizza nodded and gestured for him to come over. "Close the door behind you," he added. Rook smiled to himself and entered the room, shutting the door and walking over, a look of excitement written on his face.
His perfect, little face.
Pizza hummed. "Rumor says you're the... 'Royal Servant', right?"
"Right, Sir."
"Then I need to ask you a personal... Task. Are you up to that?"
"Why, certainly!"
Aaaand the smut begins, friends. (This may seem like dubcon to some people. Heads-up: Rook consents.)
Pizza's mouth curled into a smirk. "First, I need you to straddle me."
Rook's smile dropped to a nervous one. "E-excuse me...?"
The Italian food chuckled. "You heard me."
Rook blinked at him and stood up straight, but then tapped his fingers together and turned his gaze to the side, a pink blush spreading across his face.
"Sir, are y-you sure you want... This kind of service? I-I could call in a concubine, or-" he stuttered.
Pizza cut him off. "Nope, this is a task for you, as a servant." he teasingly stuck out his tongue, winked, and uncrossed his legs.
Rook stared at him for a moment.
Then he sighed and kept avoiding his gaze, then slowly crawled onto the bed and slid into his lap.
