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"Really! Another mess? The young master should learn to tidy up after himself! If he's old enough to goof off, he's old enough to learn common sense!"

You sighed as you bent over to clean up after another pile of books and papers on the floor. It had been months since you'd started working full time here as a maid for a political figure you knew as; the Master. he rarely showed himself at the estate but you remember his face vividly in your childhood, coming over to visit many times, before you'd lost everything on one fateful Monday evening.

The official story was you were the sole survivor of an assassination attempt on the Cress family that claimed your parents lives. The Master was kind enough to extend a helping hand. Giving you a room in his manor with a full serving of breakfast, lunch and dinner. After all he'd known your parents for a long time, he was practically your grandfather. Although you would never know that was all a lie in the end.

The real daughter of the couple had died that day, you were a rookie assassin with shapeshifting abilities hired by unnamed individuals to wipe out anyone related to the Cress family, the Master included. So after incinerating the body of the young girl you'd killed, you took on her memories and appearance, regressing physically into a little girl and as your trainers had warned, in mind as well. Not expecting the fury of the young girl you murdered to fight back against the dark presence that was your original self. You'd lose conciousness after that nauseating experience, your rescuers having no clue of what had transpired as they nursed you back to health, no memory of what had happened that night or of your exploits as an assassin ever returning to your mind, now fully reset and morphed into that of an innocent young daughter who was unfortunate enough to bear the Cress name.

From that day forward, you were Lessana Cress, sole survivor and heiress to the Cress family name, your young self had volunteered to serve as a guard at Master's manor, mind ridden with guilt for an inexplicable reason you couldn't figure out, maybe it was because of his kindess for giving you board and food? you'd already had a head start in education and the Master saw no need to send you to school. So you'd spent years undergoing gruelling training at a private military branch, after a few years and a short graduation ceremony, you'd returned with a smile to the Master's manor a proud young woman ready to serve the family who'd saved you...only to find that the Master and his wife had a child together.

Dealing with his antics as he grew older was tiresome, watching him undo hours of work within a matter of minutes was heart wrenching at first. But with every other problem you faced before, it grew to become a part of your life, so much so you'd adapted your schedule to fit the Young Master's screw up's so you wouldn't have to do double the work. He was now old enough to speak properly in full sentences and had apparently awakened his inner pervert...

As you picked the last book off the floor, your free hand brushes under your dress to pull out a handgun, before turning around quickly to fire off a few rounds that hit their mark as the lecherous boy rolls around the floor in pain, you'd gotten those stun rounds ready after the last few attempts where he'd gotten dangerously close to you...you wondered where and how he'd learned to grope you like that the last time he snuck into the baths with you...You'd need to give a stern talking to with the Master for teaching his son the wrong things, he was way too young for this! Thank god for the years of training you'd went through, but even then the trainers had remarked on how you were a natural at using firearms, not even flinching or fumbling with the weapon gripped firmly in your lithe digits.

"Guaah! You're such a prude Less! Why do you even carry that thing around anyway! You're a maid!"

"First off, i am not a prude! Secondly, i serve this household as a COMBAT maid! That includes protecting you and everyone else here alongside my duties as a maid...which is why i carry "this thing" around at all times...really Young Master! You should act your age sometimes!"

Scoffing, the young boy turns away with a frown. "But i like you Less! Daddy always tells me to show the person i like my full appreciation!" Blushing slightly as you absentmindedly play with a stray lock of crimson hair with your gun before holstering it back onto your thigh, you reply to his earnest confession. "W-well...once youre older then...if you really do still feel that way, you can come crawling back to me!"

You'd spend the rest of your days serving at the Manor, eventually taking the Young Master's hand in marriage once he'd come of age, surprisingly fine with the 10+ age gap between the two of you, with his father's mentoring he'd made you melt in his arms that night where you'd given him your first time in bed. A few years would pass and you'd go on to bear children who would carry on the Cress name in secret, ensuring your line would carry on into the future.

TRANSCRIPT END

A short cap story today, this ones abit dark with some cheery themes along the way. If you like it or want to drop some feedback, leave a comment below!

Image by Baburo : www.pixiv.net/en/users/2235843…

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"Really! Another mess? The young master should learn to tidy up after himself! If he's old enough to goof off, he's old enough to learn common sense!"

You sighed as you bent over to clean up after another pile of books and papers on the floor. It had been months since you'd started working full time here as a maid for a political figure you knew as; the Master. he rarely showed himself at the estate but you remember his face vividly in your childhood, coming over to visit many times, before you'd lost everything on one fateful Monday evening.

The official story was you were the sole survivor of an assassination attempt on the Cress family that claimed your parents lives. The Master was kind enough to extend a helping hand. Giving you a room in his manor with a full serving of breakfast, lunch and dinner. After all he'd known your parents for a long time, he was practically your grandfather. Although you would never know that was all a lie in the end.

The real daughter of the couple had died that day, you were a rookie assassin with shapeshifting abilities hired by unnamed individuals to wipe out anyone related to the Cress family, the Master included. So after incinerating the body of the young girl you'd killed, you took on her memories and appearance, regressing physically into a little girl and as your trainers had warned, in mind as well. Not expecting the fury of the young girl you murdered to fight back against the dark presence that was your original self. You'd lose conciousness after that nauseating experience, your rescuers having no clue of what had transpired as they nursed you back to health, no memory of what had happened that night or of your exploits as an assassin ever returning to your mind, now fully reset and morphed into that of an innocent young daughter who was unfortunate enough to bear the Cress name.

From that day forward, you were Lessana Cress, sole survivor and heiress to the Cress family name, your young self had volunteered to serve as a guard at Master's manor, mind ridden with guilt for an inexplicable reason you couldn't figure out, maybe it was because of his kindess for giving you board and food? you'd already had a head start in education and the Master saw no need to send you to school. So you'd spent years undergoing gruelling training at a private military branch, after a few years and a short graduation ceremony, you'd returned with a smile to the Master's manor a proud young woman ready to serve the family who'd saved you...only to find that the Master and his wife had a child together.

Dealing with his antics as he grew older was tiresome, watching him undo hours of work within a matter of minutes was heart wrenching at first. But with every other problem you faced before, it grew to become a part of your life, so much so you'd adapted your schedule to fit the Young Master's screw up's so you wouldn't have to do double the work. He was now old enough to speak properly in full sentences and had apparently awakened his inner pervert...

As you picked the last book off the floor, your free hand brushes under your dress to pull out a handgun, before turning around quickly to fire off a few rounds that hit their mark as the lecherous boy rolls around the floor in pain, you'd gotten those stun rounds ready after the last few attempts where he'd gotten dangerously close to you...you wondered where and how he'd learned to grope you like that the last time he snuck into the baths with you...You'd need to give a stern talking to with the Master for teaching his son the wrong things, he was way too young for this! Thank god for the years of training you'd went through, but even then the trainers had remarked on how you were a natural at using firearms, not even flinching or fumbling with the weapon gripped firmly in your lithe digits.

"Guaah! You're such a prude Less! Why do you even carry that thing around anyway! You're a maid!"

"First off, i am not a prude! Secondly, i serve this household as a COMBAT maid! That includes protecting you and everyone else here alongside my duties as a maid...which is why i carry "this thing" around at all times...really Young Master! You should act your age sometimes!"

Scoffing, the young boy turns away with a frown. "But i like you Less! Daddy always tells me to show the person i like my full appreciation!" Blushing slightly as you absentmindedly play with a stray lock of crimson hair with your gun before holstering it back onto your thigh, you reply to his earnest confession. "W-well...once youre older then...if you really do still feel that way, you can come crawling back to me!"

You'd spend the rest of your days serving at the Manor, eventually taking the Young Master's hand in marriage once he'd come of age, surprisingly fine with the 10+ age gap between the two of you, with his father's mentoring he'd made you melt in his arms that night where you'd given him your first time in bed. A few years would pass and you'd go on to bear children who would carry on the Cress name in secret, ensuring your line would carry on into the future.

TRANSCRIPT END

A short cap story today, this ones abit dark with some cheery themes along the way. If you like it or want to drop some feedback, leave a comment below!

Image by Baburo : www.pixiv.net/en/users/2235843…