The girl's eyes widened — the common cotton underpants had a great bulge within! Dinah recoiled, stunned, unintentionally holding her gaze on this unpretentious construction and screamed:

«How disgusting! Hide it away immediately!»

Kyon obeyed, shyly stared at the floor and said in a hollow voice:

«I am sorry... It's just... You are so beautiful… please, forgive me...»

Dinah closed her eyes, tried to calm down and appease the thrill of her heart. A pulsating vein popped up on her smooth forehead, anger was seething inside her, mixed with disgust, however, her desire to kill the rascal on the spot seemed to evaporate. A nonent.i.ty like him got aroused by seeing her... Not that it was surprising, after all, she was the one who decided not to change clothes and come dressed in a nightie, her favorite, by the way. It was expected that the guy would be smitten. She had already lost the thread of her thought that she had before the incident.

Kyon made his stomach growling in an attempt to change the subject, he blushed and turned his eyes away.

«Ma'am Dinah, may I have something to eat, please?»

«You must be grateful I didn't feed you your little buddy freshly cut» - as soon as she finished her tirade, the girl turned to leave.

«I don't know what buddies you mean, I'm starving, ma'am Dinah.»

The maid froze, turned around and looked at the slave, as if he was mentally r.e.t.a.r.ded. There was perplexity in her eyes: did he seriously fail to understand what she was talking about or was he mocking her? He couldn't wait to die, could he?

«You…» - the girl muttered something through her teeth, which sounded like a curse and left, turning her back on the worm of a man she thought he was. As was expected, she locked the gate to the castle.

When the footsteps behind the wall subsided, Kyon let out a sigh of relief, pulled off the elastic of his underpants and greeted with a cheerful grin... no, not "his buddy", but the blouse and black panties wrapped around his waist. Yes, there was no other place to hide them. And no, he did not put them on.

{No doubt, Jean will do something very dirty with your underwear... you, poor little fool.}

When Kyon noticed that last suspicious look at his underpants he figured out that the maid was going to search him all over, so he decided to take that desperate step in order to ward her off... Surprisingly, the girl did not kill him... One single touch and Juno sentenced the previous slave to a cruel execution, and here he is, still alive.

He knew that the maids did not know that a slave had to be a eunuch or impotent. According to Flitz's story, slaves hadn't been castrated before and they didn't get any "evilball" (a relatively new drug). Moreover, the old man didn't tell anyone but Juno about the evilball, and it wasn't something that the lady would like to share.

He could at last leave all that craziness behind. His unlikely plan had been gradually implemented.

His stomach rumbled, not intentionally that time but very naturally, physiologically. His wonderful mood had vanished into thin air. He had yet to get through the next day, to find a way of taking the sausage from Marina and, most importantly, he had to deliver the lingerie to Jean and finally learn the baseline of the elements, without which they would quickly make mincemeat of him.

A night on the bench couldn't be called a pleasant one bу any stretch of imagination.

In the end, Kyon woke up stiff, his body cold and completely numb; he stretched with a groan and called Marina. Unfortunately, his fortune kept refusing to smile on him:

«How come you don't know when you'll come? Why?!»

The girl replied with guilt in her voice:

«Flitz has given me an important task... I'm sorry, but I just can't…»

Kyon pulled a long face. It served him right for entrusting strangers with his own destiny. No, he didn't hold a grudge against Marina, he was no one for her, anyway; why should she violate her master's orders for his sake? – {Yeah…. My life has definitely decided to be a b...}

«Kyon, I promise I'll come tomorrow! Don't worry, please. I would like to know..., I mean to meet you.» - Marina hastily corrected herself.

«If I'll live to see tomorrow.» - Kyon sighed pessimistically and hung up. His body hadn't fully recovered yet. Without food, he simply had no energy to rehabilitate himself. All his plans were going down the drain, his last hope was Jean, or rather the baseline of the elements that he had promised to give away in exchange for the lingerie.

After a couple of hours, the key creaked in the lock, the gate swung open from a mighty kick - none other but the death itself in the disguise of Juno came to the training arena. She had her usual skintight training outfit - ballet shoes, skinny pants, a sweats.h.i.+rt - and a charmingly demonic grin, promising her personal punching bag all the torments of h.e.l.l.

The pract.i.tioners of this world, all as one, are obsessed with the development of their strength, and Juno's urge is simply a record holder - you see, she wants to pin down her own sister. A fight with a slave is more like entertainment for her s.a.d.i.s.tic nature rather than practice.

Kyon rolled off the bench at the last minute,as if he'd never been there; he had no desire to taunt the lady. At the sight of her goldilocks, his guts filled with rage; a pity he couldn't eat enough of that, rather get indigestion.

The girl came bouncing to the training ground when suddenly there was a moment of perplexity on her face - according to common sense, the slave should have died of hunger and injuries long ago, but he turned out to be really strong. She was spoiling for a fight, eager to punch his pretty face, only, there was one issue which remained unresolved:

«Slave, yesterday you pawed me when I fell on you, I order you to knock out all your teeth for that.»

Kyon was infuriated. {WHAT?! b.i.t.c.h, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU GET OFF?!} - his hatred was almost tangible. It was she who fell on him yesterday, and he had to pay the price!? Vindictive hypocritical piece of s.h.i.+t! He almost lost it, he bit back the words of abuse at the tip of his tongue, he was so close to violate the order to keep silent but he pulled himself up. He had yet a faint hope of survival. He was still counting on the baseline of pure force; there was hope and he was not going to let it go.

{I swear, as soon as I have a chance, I'll crush you like a nut!}

Juno lifted the corners of her mouth when she saw the face of the slave full of outrage followed by bitterness. A delightful sight! She took great pleasure in the misfortune of others. He had it coming for getting in her way. He should be grateful to her for not giving orders to kill him at once. She'd do that nice work herself.

The guy with a bitter face punched himself in the jaw - white teeth with b.l.o.o.d.y stains fell out from his mouth one after the other. The young enchantress almost clapped her hands with delight: she was so pleased with the performance. Well, her happiness was, after all, to watch that pathetic n.o.body getting what he deserved.

Soon almost all his teeth were knocked out, blood was spurting from his mouth, which obviously did not add to the beauty of his half-zombie image; the past few days had taken the s.h.i.+ne out of him. Pale, tired, barely standing on his feet - he was a pitiful sight. And on top of all that her G.o.dd.a.m.ned order... Kyon will never forgive her.

It might seem that the guy was humiliated and crushed but it was an complete lie. He just got into an extremely stressful situation where he was mortified and trampled underfoot, but who said that it would break him? He took a sober view on things, played by the rules in order to rise from the ashes like a phoenix. Eternal flame was burning in his eyes, the flame of the former emperor; if a man like that kneels, if he has to eat the dirt, it's only because he is certain that the time will come to turn the tables. They will kneel before him.

When he finished, Juno slightly applauded the obedient slave and, squeezing her snow-white fists, rushed to the attack. The time had come to finally finish off that throwaway, he'd really had stayed alive for too long.

Kyon spat blood. For the first time, he felt such a fierce desire to break someone's skull. {b.i.t.c.h, I will surely give you a hard time at least once before I die!}

*pum* *pam* *pum*

However, it was impossible to give her any hard time, on the contrary, Kyon missed more and more punches, he was getting worse and worse. He was pale and started cramping. He could hardly move his body, it was out of the question to hit the girl - during that short period of beating him up, she managed to catch up some skills, raising her level up to 3.5 combat fists. He couldn't see in her face a shred of pity, only gloating, some kind of maniacal pleasure from causing injuries.

Juno couldn't not figure out why the maneuvers and movements of the guy were beyond her comprehension. He lacked twice as much speed and still made her move way more. However, she refused to accept that a slave could teach her anything. She kept thinking that her newly acquired skills of movements were connected with her practice with Jean.

At some point, the guy collapsed on the floor, unable to resist anymore. He could swear like a trooper, he could say at least something but it wouldn't increase his chances of survival. And he still had some.

Of course, h.e.l.l wasn't over yet: immediately followed heavy kicks accompanied by Juno's quiet ecstatic purr. Kyon felt his numb body getting more and more injuries: here a side kick, it clearly hit the kidney, and that one almost broke the tendon, one more jab - the ribs creaked, one got a crack. The girl wasn't above hitting deliberately two or three times in the same place, clearly intending to completely destroy his body. The end was near.

Juno smile was getting ever more dazzling. She enjoyed beating his soft and alive (so far) little body! Flitz made her a very pleasant surprise by means of that punching bag; she had to ask him for some more. What a buzz... She only wished that sc.u.m would scream louder. The volume automatically reduced, or what?

Suddenly, the sound transmitter dinged.

The girl stopped finis.h.i.+ng off the "dummy", looked at the frequency of the caller, snarled with annoyance and answered the call:

«What do you want?!»

«Juno, forgive me… Please! It's my fault! I want to make it up to you! May I come?» - the pleading voice in the device belonged to Yegorka.

«No! And stop calling me! You are annoying!» - the girl lost her temper, hung up, gave another heavy kick in the ribs of the slave and, having lost her heat, left the ground totally apathetic.

Kyon was left behind, lying lifeless, his condition worse than in a comatose state. One lung was torn, his knee joint swollen, his muscles pulsating in pain. Also, judging by darting of Synergy, Juno awarded him with a slight brain concussion, a broken nose and a black eye. He mentally snorted: {Yegorka... It's the second time that you've saved me.}

n.o.body touched him for two hours. The guy, albeit with some difficulty, managed to stand up. Wan complexion, throbbing pain in his head, occasionally overlapped by a keen desire to lie down and never wake up again. Emptiness in his eyes diluted with disappointment in the new life. If only Marina had brought the sausage...

He'd barely had enough time to feel sorry for himself and imagine what might have happened if only... when the gates opened. And there again... The face of death in the guise of a angel girl, what a subtle irony.

The girl approached the slave with a slow graceful step. She frowned her brows, puzzled: the slave was incredibly tenacious! Real treasure for a punching bag. With discontent, she put her wrist with a formation to her ear:

«Speaking.»

«Madam, master Jean is here.» - there came Dinah's voice.

«He is early today… All right, let him in.» - Juno looked at the guy with disgust and growled in disappointment: - «I order you to keep out of sight, stay put. I will finish off your miserable life later.»

Kyon mentally rejoiced at the master's impatience: driven by desire to bury his nose in the lady's clothes stolen especially for him, he arrived at the mansion a few hours earlier and, in fact, saved the boy's life.

The young man, like an undead being, rose to his feet overcoming pain and walked off to hide. Master Jean had just entered the training ground, he immediately spotted Kyon and raised, barely visible, his eyebrows in a silent question: "got it?".

The guy nodded slightly: "got it."

Kyon idly noticed that since their last meeting the Master looked gaunt, emaciated, his red eyes gleamed feverishly on his pointed face - could the man be so excited about some rags that he didn't sleep at all last night?

He quietly left the ground and went to the house. A very important moment was approaching, a moment that could radically change his life. If the master sniffed out that the smell didn't belong to Juno, everything was lost. He had thoroughly studied the internal structure of the mansion the other day and knew exactly in which of the bathrooms Juno usually took a shower, and now, at his own risk, he was heading there.

With the grace of a zombie and the reactions of a cat, he slipped inside, unnoticed, and went into the bathroom. He took some shampoo from the shelf and fragrant cream that Juno used, spread a few drops on his fingers and wandered back. The servants happened to enter there - to wash the bath and toilet, change towels and care products, but right now, fortunately, the bathroom was empty. If he'd been caught stealing the master's cleaning stuff, they'd hang him, cutting off some interesting parts of his body beforehand.

Approaching the ground Kyon took out Dina's blouse and panties. Making sure no one was watching him, he steeped them a little with Juno's care products in the hope it would be enough.

Soon Juno came out of the training area and hopped toward the mansion. Jean followed her, constantly looking around for the guy.

Kyon discreetly got out of the bushes, walked over to the man and bowed. Sharp pain pierced his body but he painstakingly pretended he was in perfect health:

«h.e.l.lo, Master Jean.»

The man was pretty surprised with his lisping voice. Did he get his teeth knocked out?! Who cares, his highest priority was to get the things, otherwise it would have been the end of him for the unfulfilled expectations of the respectable man.

The master nodded him to the empty training ground.

Kyon sat next to the master on the bench.

Jean, trying not to demonstrate his own excitement too explicitly, said with a serious look:

«Well, Kyon, tell me.»

The guy took out Dinah's blouse from his pocket and handed it to the master.