They immediately turned off the water in the shower. The door swung open, and the two maids sneaked out, wrapped in towels. Anna immediately rushed to Juno, on the second floor, to defend her in case of invasion, and Dina went to investigate the source of the noise, prepared to fight just in case. The was was already waiting a guard in sungla.s.ses, scanning the area in the yard.

Kyon ran into the shower at a breakneck speed, looked around and, with a quiet, triumphant cry saw two neat piles of the maids' clothes, including underwear. He could determine what things belonged to Dinah by her black stockings. Of course, he will take exactly her lingerie, after all, it was his revenge for the way she had treated him. It is a pity that he could take only a blouse and black panties: Jean could immediately determine who actually owned other things - and then trouble was inevitable, most likely deadly.

He grabbed the garments and quickly left the shower and the mansion, and, without losing a second, returned to the ground.

His heart was fluttering in his chest, his eyes were burning, he wanted to sing with delight! The plan worked! No one had noticed him. One guard stood at the only entrance, the other was investigating the bang with the girl. Anna and two other guards rushed to Juno's defense.

Pulling off a stunt like that was easy but quite risky. Ken had learned from Flitz that no one slept in the mansion except Juno and two maids. Therefore, only three of those girls could have snagged the underwear. If he had s.n.a.t.c.hed the lady's lingerie, the girls would have gone on a rampage: they'd turn the place upside down, and when they finally, got the missing thing, they'd bury the culprit in one of the holes, which had been dug in the process of searching. On the other hand, it was quite unlikely for Dina to start the search by herself, and she'd be ashamed of giving such an order to the servants.

The plan was simple like a walk in the park: he had inspected the mansion before and figured out by the smell of shampoo which shower room the maids used; he waited for the right moment and dropped off his strategic stock of "crackers" (a handful of rocks, which he'd taken from the mine), when he was at the source, he poured some Synergy into them and set a "timer": the diversion was to go off in a minute. The trap worked! The girls left the bathroom, and Dina's lingerie was smoothly stolen!

Kyon sat down on a bench with a stupid smile and suddenly saw that he was still holding Dina's things in his hands - in the confusion he had completely forgotten to put them into the prepared stas.h.!.+ Genius!

At that moment he heard someone coming outside the gate. If he had lingered for a few more seconds, they would have found him; he broke in a cold sweat just at the thought of that. Apparently, luck was still with him, except… What should he do with the things? Recklessly fling over the wall? The servants would find them early in the morning. Trying to hide them at night was not an option, either: as soon as Dina noticed the loss, she'd pay him a "friendly visit" with a threat of terrible death, and then she'd surely have the gates to the castle locked. And in his condition it was impossible to overcome the four-meter wall.

And again the sound of approaching steps behind the gate, they were getting closer… There was no way he could leave unnoticed, what was left?

…

The investigation of the incident did not take long. It was not possible to find the troublemaker, which somewhat puzzled the "special agents": it was impossible to get into the mansion through the barrier without destroying it. A special signal to create a gap was needed and only the guards knew about it.

Dinah didn't like to be in one towel: she was cold and tired of flas.h.i.+ng bare legs; as she didn't find any enemies, she returned to the shower room. She hastily pulled on her new stockings and suddenly... she could not find her blouse and panties in the pile of clothes. She felt a strange coldness in her chest. Disbelief reflected in her beautiful eyes, then a guess, which was replaced by conviction. Someone had pulled off that distraction to steal her lingerie!

Anna approached her, suspiciously glancing at her sister clenching her black skirt so tight - the delicate fabric was ripping apart.

«Dinah, what happened?»

«Did you take my underwear» - The girl said in a gloomy voice.

«What? No! Why would I need your dirty things?» - Exclaimed the blonde in surprise.

«You've always liked my black lace panties.» - murmured Dinah sadly.

«Pff…» - snorted the girl. - «Dinah, even if it was true, I'd prefer to buy news ones! Wait, does the explosion…» - Anna gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, and hurried off to report to the security that the alarm was most likely false, and the patriarch should not be bothered. Someone had pulled that off to steal her sister's lingerie, what a nonsense!

Dina wanted to stop her sister, she didn't want to spread such details, but the patriarch really should not be bothered. She examined the shower one more time, in the hope that she could accidentally throw her things into a corner. But all signs indicated that it was a planned thing and someone had brazenly stolen her stuff! From the mere thought that her panties got into the hands of some man she felt dizzy, sick in her stomach, creepy chill down her spine. Only, who might need her... intimate item of clothing?..

Her memory helpfully planted the image of a s.h.a.ggy boy, his bawdy behavior when they first met... If that slave was guilty of the disappearance of her clothes, she'd beat the living daylights out of him.

The girl flung on a nightie and headed belligerently to the slave. Too much honor to dress up for him in the new uniform! But getting dirty with his blood was always a good idea.

…

Kyon was lying on a bench, his eyes closed, doing his best to feign a deep sleep, and already reproaching himself for not taking Anna's underwear. What was it so special about that revenge to Dinah? The blonde girl would be kinder and his chances of surviving with her would be obviously higher.

In the next instant, he was roughly pulled out of his horizontal position by the scruff of his neck and well shaken.

«Rise and s.h.i.+ne, thief.» - A beautiful, like a starry night, girl hissed with an icy smile. Her glossy black hair was s.h.i.+ning in the light of the moon; she could fascinate any man; and her voice, gentle like a winter breeze, made him chill to the bones.

Kyon was really scared for the safety of his own life. What if she would kill him just on a whim? He fixed his eyes on the floor, playing the role of a cowed slave, and mumbled:

«D-Dinah, what can I do for you?»

The girl wrinkled her nose in disgust and added firmly:

«Call me ma'am. If you address me in an inappropriate way you will regret that you were born into the world.»

Kyon nodded understandingly. The threat sounded very convincing.

The girl could feel his emotional suppression, still, she took out a sharp dagger and threateningly held it at his neck:

«Tell me now, did you steal my underwear?»

Kyon froze, afraid to take another sigh. Sobbing and stuttering, he hurriedly spoke, feeling the chilling cold of his doom on the sharp blade:

«I'm s-sorry... I-I don't understand what you are talking about, ma'am Dinah, I'm sorry...»

«Look into my eyes, sc.u.m.» - snarled the maid angrily.

Kyon stubbornly closed his eyelids, as if holding back the flow of tears. He wasn't born yesterday and knew better than that: to look into the eyes of any mad maid could be deadly in that world. In fact, he was confused - he thought that the slaves were not allowed to look into their masters' eyes and she demanded quite the opposite.

The girl grunted with satisfaction: for some reason, the sight of the battered and mortally frightened handsome young man pleased her. Her intuition whispered softly that it was he who was responsible for the disappearance of her things, but where he could possibly hide them?..

«Get undressed!»

«What?» - the young man was taken aback, it came so unexpected that he unwillingly gave up his role of poor-miserable-but-completely-innocent-slave. {Maybe she's had enough of standing alone half-naked?} - the guy sneered ironically, taking a good look at her perfectly smooth legs in flip-flops, her shoulders, barely covered with straps of the translucent nightie, and stirring clavicles... A d.a.m.n arousing combination.

A dismissive look, just from a dream of a perverted submissive. As Kyon was clearly not the type, he felt uneasy.

«I told you to get undressed.» - She repeated with her arms folded. It was beneath her dignity to check him herself, feel his body all over. He could take off everything himself.

While Kyon was pulling off his jumper, the beautiful, but wicked fairy of the night looked around. The place itself was poorly suited for hiding things; it was enough to circle the site and see all the possible nooks, the maid did that at a brisk pace, followed by Ken's anxious look.

«Stop or I will kill you if you take them off!»

After making sure that everything was empty, she turned around and was shocked to discover that the a.s.shole was about to take off his underpants.

Kyon pulled the elastic of his underpants back, staring at the beautiful girl, fascinated.

The girl hissed quietly, with a clear threat:

«Show me your things...»

Kyon opened, turned upside out, twisted and twirled his clothes to convince the silly girl that there was nothing besides his shabby things.

Dinah grumbled in frustration, and gave the slave searching look. He had a lot of bruises, contusions, abrasions and blood stains - but not a trace of her clothes. Unless, of course, he hid them in his pants... But judging by how easily he had just intended to remove them, it just didn't add up. However, her intuition screamed the opposite. This slave was not that simple. He could've just been making a fool of everyone.

Her suspicious look fell on the last item she had not checked - his underpants.

Kyon took a deep breath and covered his groin with a quick movement. Looked like he had to offer everything he had - his life.

«What are you hiding there?»

Kyon shook his head frantically:

«Nothing... Ma'am Dina, there is nothing…»

Dina stepped forward menacingly, coming to a dangerously close range; never breaking the eye contact, she took hold of his hands with a steel grip and pushed them aside.

Her tender hands were as cold as ice.

If the sly b.a.s.t.a.r.d had hidden her things in his underpants, she would kill him with the poison of pain. She wanted to see him suffer.