“I’d love to stay, but you know how it is. Always business to be taken care of!” Yukari says, laughing her almost cackling laugh. She turns to you, hands on her cheeks, lips drawn into a kissy-face. “Do take good care of him. I wouldn’t want his widdle Awwice to wowwy about hims.”
You grumble but don’t raise any protest. You know better than that by now.
The silver-haired woman who answered the door remains impassive in the face of Yukari’s clowning, merely bowing as if acknowledging an order. “As you wish, Lady Yakumo. No harm shall come to our guest while he stays within these walls. I shall see to it personally.”
But will she see to Tenta? He’s got a bad need to see just how long those legs are under that skirt.
‘Settle down. I’m sure Remilia will be more than happy.’
You say that like you’re not going to be there too.
“Oh, and make sure Tenta is happy and fed, too. He needs a steady diet of warm holes to live, you know!” Yukari adds before opening a gap and climbing half-way in.
You almost expect the maid to glare at Yukari for that, but she bows again. “I shall see that he is not without sustenance.” Her quicksilver eyes flit your way. “Personally, if need be.”
“You’re such a dear, Sakuya. Anyway, it’s high time I got going. Ta-ta! Give Remi Dearest all of my kisses!”
Yukari blows several kisses before disappearing into the gap completely. The line where it had opened closes like a rapidly healing wound and then it’s gone, leaving you alone with the maid. As if working on some invisible cue, she turns to you and offers yet another bow, this one deeper than the last.
“Allow me to bid you welcome to the Scarlet Devil Mansion, dear guest. I shall be serving you to the best of my ability for your visit. I am the chief maid here, Izayoi Sakuya. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Unused to that sort of deference, you drop down into a bow. “S-Same here! My name is, erm… Actually, just call me Kinkan. Everybody else does.”
“As you wish, Master Kinkan,” she replies with little notice paid to your bowing. She pulls the massive door all the way open, gesturing inside. “As it is still rather bright outside, do come in. Tea will be served shortly.”
Stepping into the foyer of the mansion is something not unlike going through one of Yukari’s gaps in terms of sheer disorientation. You got a pretty good look at the mansion from the outside, and there is no fathomable way for all of what you’re seeing to fit inside. The ceiling alone goes up so high that all you can see in the dim light is pitch black — or pitch red, considering how everything is colored. You quickly look more towards the ground to avoid swooning.
“It is a matter of time and space. Nothing more,” Sakuya says.
“Ah, my apologies. My explanation must have been lacking. What I mean to say is that the mansion has its own sense of time. As one moves through space, one also moves through time. Hence, moving more slowly through time means one covers less ground, making the space bigger. Making that happen is a simple manipulation.”
A silver pocket watch materializes in the chief maid’s hand. Seeing your dumbfounded face, a quiet smile breaks her stoniness. “One of many things I happen to be capable of. Had I not that capability, I would not be fit to serve Milady.”
“I-I see. Sounds handy.”
Tenta makes an intrigued sound inside your head. The thought of being able to stop time probably brings to mind all sorts of questionable uses. And potentially hot ones.
Just think about it. She could be touching your dick right now and you probably wouldn’t even notice.
The pocket watch disappears from her hand. “As Master Kinkan says. Now, in the interests of keeping to schedule, it would be best if I conducted you to the salon for tea. Please follow closely, if you would.”
Sakuya leads you through what feels like endless hallways before stopping at a dark room. Once she opens the door fully, candles burst to life inside the room, startling you just a bit. Still, at her insistence, you step inside and find your way to a table that looks like it wasn’t there moments ago.
You’re about to start asking questions when tea arrives on your table with — or so you imagine — a pop. There no time for you to be surprised before Sakuya’s already poured a cup and set it in front of you, all the involved movement you barely even notice happening.
The tea you get is of a fairly different shade than you’re used to, leaning more red than green. You’ve certainly heard of tea like that, but you can’t claim to have ever so much as smelled any. Speaking of which, something of a flowery scent comes from the tea, which is a bit unexpected. You start to tip the cup back when Sakuya stops you.
“If I may impose, adding sugar is customary when drinking this sort of tea.” She presents a small bowl filled with dazzling white crystal cubes, picking one up in a pair of tongs with a glance in your direction.
You nod for lack of a better idea what else to do, and she drops the cube in your tea, followed by another for good measure, taking your spoon and stirring. Stirred well, the tea swallows the cubes until they disappear. You’re still looking at your cup in wonder when you notice Sakuya lingering. Quickly, you take a sip, careful not to burn your tongue and lips.
“Oh, wow, it’s not too sweet. Really nice,” you say.
“An honor that it pleases you. If you care to know, what you are drinking is actually a tisane rather than a tea. It is an original blend of my invention containing—”
A continuous metallic ringing interrupts Sakuya. She thrusts her hand into her pocket, pulling out another watch, which she silences with click.
“Right on time.” In the blink of an eye, she crosses something out in a notepad, writes something else in, and closes it.
Oh boy, is it time for time-stop blowjobs? I sure hope it is.
Some part of you doubts that’s the case; a sillier part of you kind of hopes it is. You sit in rather tense silence as Sakuya stands still, seeming to look more past you than at you. You begin wondering if she’s also able to fall asleep with her eyes open.
Right when you start thinking about shaking her shoulder, however, she springs back to life. “Pardon me. I needed a moment to handle something and organize my thoughts.”
“That’s, um, alright,” you say, unsure what that could possibly mean.
“Seeing as you are here and settled, I should give you some idea as to what Milady has planned. Unfortunately, I was unable to set any particulars ahead of time. Milady was in a rather whimsical mood and would not commit to any timetable. Therefore, I have only a rough schedule, which is as follows: tea and light snacks in the early afternoon, time to enjoy the premises in the mid-afternoon, a light supper in the late afternoon, Milady awakens around sundown, followed by introductions and socializing in the lounge. Everything from there is at Milady’s discretion.”
Sakuya pauses to offer you a look of some significance. “I have prepared all necessary rooms. You may not have been informed, but Milady intends you to stay through tomorrow and the next day. Perhaps longer, if she’s so inclined.”
The words ‘perhaps longer’ give you some pause. Yukari never did give you much idea how long this whole outing was going to be, but you were under the impression it would be a short one. If things stretch out too long, it’ll be pretty inconvenient with the farm work. Plus, you really don’t want to worry Alice.
Relax. I’ll handle the sexy vampire while you keep thinking about Alice. The time’ll fly!
‘If I’m going to be here too, I’m going to have some say in things.’
Ugh, fine. For my sake, I just hope you don’t nerd it up too bad.
“What are the chances she’ll want me to stay longer?” you ask Sakuya.
The chief maid’s eyes swing toward the ceiling. Moments pass before she gives any indication of giving an answer. “Perhaps it is not my place to give opinions. However, I am Milady’s closest confidant, so I know her heart best of all in this mansion. Accordingly, I would say that the likelihood is a remote one. Milady is…”
She raises a hand to offer some idea of Remilia’s character. You try to mentally pluck it from her hand, but the whole thing just dissipates into the air. You want to press for something more solid, but you’re not sure if you’ll get it. Saying what her mistress is comes off as one of those tricky sorts of issues.
Seeing that her invisible present hasn’t erased any worries from you, she offers a slight smile instead. “In any case, it would be remiss of me to forget the snacks for the tea.”
With a wave of her hand, the table is instantly lined with plates of all kinds of brightly-colored things, most of which you’ve never laid eyes on. Out of what you recognize, there are sandwiches of some kind, cakes with berries on them, and things made with chocolate.
“I hope it is to your liking. If not, I might be able to arrange something different.”
“I think I can find something.” You can hardly stop gawking at the spread. Whether or not it tastes good, it’s certainly a feast for your eyes.
Sakuya titters. “As you say, Master Kinkan. Then, until sundown, I must take my leave. Please excuse me.”
You look up, questions about your stay still lingering, but she’s already vanished. A frustrated sigh heaves from your chest. This kind of thing seems to be happening to you a lot lately.
Don’t let it get to you. Yukarin gets off on games where only she knows the rules. Only thing you can do is keep playing and enjoy.
“I sure hope you’re right,” you say out loud. With Sakuya gone, you guess she won’t hear your talking to yourself.
A tentacle swings out to grab various odds and ends from the table, putting them on a plate and setting it in front of you. [i]Look, I know you and me got trust issues. But I’m telling you, sometimes you just gotta let go and live a little. Think of it like a… a vacation! Yeah, that’s it. It’s like a little vacation away from the farm. You’ll have lotsa fun and go back to Alice with all kinds of memories to share.[i]
You open up one of the sandwiches to see what’s inside. There’s some meat you don’t recognise and a bit of lettuce. A quick smell test tells you it’s alright, so you have a bite. Whatever it is, it’s not too salty or gamey, just the faintest hint of a ‘meat’ taste to go with the lettuce. The little sandwich goes down in two not altogether unpleasant bites.
“Yeah. I guess I could try it. Try looking at it that way,” you say, licking your lips. “Why not?”