"So is there a reason why you have sparked up a conversation with me?" asked Nylon, neither noticing nor caring about the maid's inner grievances. "If not, then I'll be on my way, as I have plans today—"
"Plans?" Maya mocked. "What sort of plans could a useless bag of bones like you possibly have?? Are you going to lie and say that it's with a girl or something, haha!?"
Nylon didn't have it in him to entertain the village idiot duo right now. He simply… walked away, no longer feeling the need to listen to their dialogue.
Instantly irritated by this clear disregard for their existences, Maya and Saria stormed over to Nylon. They were going to prevent him from leaving, but somewhere along their path, a rock showed itself. One sister tripped into the other, who then fell over onto Nylon before he could dodge.
CRASH—
A scandalous scene then came to be, with two busty half-nude maids pinned beneath one man. Making the picture look even worse was the hand placement of Nylon's two muscular hands, as they were firmly clasped onto two very different types of pudding balloons.
He was genuinely confused as to how this situation was possible, as he was positive he rolled out of the way directly after the maids crashed into him. There was also the issue of stance and muscle density, which should've made it impossible for him to even be moved by the two maids in the first place.
Had logic simply been thrown out the window?
Some sort of one-in-a-billion chance scenario??
Or was God just playing around right now???
Well, whatever the case may be, Nylon was 100% fucked right now, as they had some… spectators…
"...Doggy…?"
A chilling voice suddenly sounded from some distance away, startling the combat maids out of their embarrassed stupors. They jumped to a kneeling stance right away, covertly casting glares at Nylon.
'Oh no,' thought Amary as she looked between her scary Master and the two combat maids. One didn't need to be a genius to know that things were about to hit the fan, what with Tessa's unique personality.
Maya and Saria could feel the scythe of death looming over them, urging them to hurriedly explain what had happened. But even after they emphasized repeatedly how it was all just one big accident, the scary aura permeating Tessa didn't disperse.
However, before she could do something irreversible, Nylon spoke up, saying, "My Lady, that dress really suits you. Kevin will be beyond fortunate to have a stunning bride like you."
*Poof!*
Kevin who?? The only thing that Tessa heard was "My Lady" and "Bride."
Although Nylon didn't purposefully plan for it to work out this way, his words made Tessa forget all about what had just happened. That scary vibe of hers also vanished as a result.
"Guhehe~"
Observing the state that her Master was in, Head Maid Amary stepped in. She pushed Tessa along, saying, "I apologize, young Nylon, but I need to go and fix the Young Miss's hair. I do hope you'll patiently wait for her to return."
Nylon nodded, having no qualms with that.
After the Head Maid and delusional 4th Young Miss left for the Manor, Maya and Saria immediately shot glares at Nylon.
"How did you manage to con the Young Miss, you scoundrel!?" Maya accused, defensively protecting her bouncy breasts.
"You damn bewitcher!" Saria added, also defending her bosom as if afraid the big bad wolf would go on the attack again.
Neither of the combat maids were as blind as Nylon was. As women, they were especially perceptive to these kinds of things, and knew right away that the 4th Young Miss held strong feelings for the man whom she called her "Dog."
They didn't know how it happened, or when it happened, but it was undeniable that Tessa had fallen in… love.
"So what did you do!?" Maya pressed her index finger up against Nylon, her adorably mean mug staring at his puzzled face. Saria came in as support, doing the same thing to his right arm.
"I'm not following," Nylon spoke honestly. "What are we talking about here?"
'This guy…' Both of the sisters paused. 'He's really clueless, isn't he…?'
Well, not that they could really blame him. After all, without a woman's intuition, it was an impossible task to determine that a woman who called and treated you like a mangy mutt was actually in love with you.
Even so, the maid sisters didn't feel like letting Nylon live this one down.
"Tsk!" they clicked their tongues. "You big dumbass!"
After that, they pushed away from him. Their actions and words confused him greatly.
But he wasn't given much time to brood over the matter, as Tessa and Amary returned. The combat maids made sure to keep their distance from Nylon, which warranted a smile from the Head Maid.
'These girls are smart when it comes down to it,' she thought. 'That's one of the primary reasons why I chose them in the beginning.'
Tessa had become a whole different person from just moments ago. That air of cold arrogance had come back in full, with no sign of her previous lovesick delusions.
Seeing this change, Nylon scratched his head. He convinced himself that what he witnessed before was just another one of her episodes, like what occurred yesterday in the Manor.
Of course, Tessa was anything but what she was showing right now. On the inside, butterflies made a mess, and warmness jolted through her every time she got a look at Nylon.
The way his tight black dress shirt stuck to his muscular figure—aghh! She just wanted to pounce on him, discarding all sense of elegance!
But no… She had to calm herself. Couldn't become a red flag, nope nope.
Little did she know that she wasn't just a red flag—she was the whole red sea…