Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Agatha’s POV

I woke up in the hospital the next morning.

I heard that my boss took me to the hospital and even paid my bill. Now feeling good and strong, I went back to the condominium. However, no one was home.

“I couldn’t remember what happened.”

Embarrassed and grateful, I started to do my work by cooking food.

I finished cutting the onion and set it aside on a plate with a knife. Then I picked up the washed tomato and cut it in half.

[“You look like a tomato”]

I dropped the knife after I remembered a bit of my memories. It was so quick but I’m sure it was my voice.

“Did I say that someone looks like a tomato?” I murmured before I picked up the knife that I dropped onto the floor. If I wasn’t lucky, the knife that I dropped would have cut one of the finger toes.

‘I should be careful.’

All day, I tried my best to recall what happened before I ended up in the hospital.

“I was on my way home. Then…”

Then? What?

‘I think I bumped into someone before everything turned black.’

“Who was it?”

Pang.

The bubble at the tip of my nose popped and snapped my senses. I looked at the automatic washing machine in front of me. I realized that I hadn’t pressed the button and instead looked at the blank space for a long time.

After I pressed the button, I sat down in front of my laundry. The large pail has Sir Lanceil and Vincent’s undergarments on it.

“Here we go again,” I said, sighing at the fact that I am about to start handwashing my bosses’ briefs.

The first time I did this, I was so embarrassed. But now, I am getting used to it.

When washing Sir Lanceil and Vincent’s undergarments, I always make sure to separate them.

Lanceil’s and Vincent’s underwear is normally in dark colors – black, gray, and dark brown. But I never mixed them together.

Currently, I am washing Vincent’s briefs. I imagined twisting his neck while scrunching the innocent undergarment.

Then, I put it in the water in the other bucket, swirled it around a bit, and between both of my hands, and left it to soak.

I grabbed Vincent’s next brief, which is the dark red one, and was about to put it in the bucket filled with water. But before I could, I felt a sticky liquid inside the fabric.

‘Is it…!’

I slowly peeked at the inside of the garment and saw a white sticky liquid inside of it.

‘Oh sh*t. Again, this is…!’

“Fuck!” I shouted as I threw the garment away from my sight.

When I said that I am not feeling anything anymore whenever I’m washing men’s undergarments, I admit it was just a lie.

It’s not my first time seeing and touching a s*men. Thanks to Brett. But touching Vincent’s gave me goosebumps!

“And this isn’t the first time Vincent left his mark,” I protested while clenching my teeth.

‘Is he doing this on purpose?’

“That sh*t,” I cried without tears. “What should I expect from that pervert?”

I picked up the red undergarment with my trembling index finger and thumb. Then I threw it into a bucket filled with water. The next thing I did was hastily wash my hands thoroughly with a strong detergent.

“This is such a torture. Why can’t he behave at least once?”

I looked alternately at Lanceil’s undergarments and Vincent’s undergarments. Those siblings are way too different from each other. How come they share the same genes?

Well, I heard everyone has different sexual fantasies. That Vincent has a lot of time to do this and that so…

‘Wait a minute.’

I looked at Lanceil’s undergarments again, and suddenly, I thought of a silly guess.

“Sir Lanceil’s undergarments are always clean.”

Brett told me that it is my mission to get Lanceil aroused. But I don’t see any sign of him being a healthy and hotblooded man.

“Is it because he’s a widower?”

I shook my head and decided not to think any weird things because…

[“Why are you so handsome? If only you look like a squid, it’ll be better?”]

Pieces of memories came to me bit by bit.

[“By the way sir, where are your other briefs?”]

[“Can you tell your stupid brother to stop mast*rbating?”]

[“Whenever I wash his undergarments, I always see white sticky fluid in his briefs. Tell him to do it while he’s naked. If he keeps on tainting his clothes and the bed sheets, I will really kill that idiot.”]

I remembered my conversation with my boss while I was dizzy with my meds.

“Fuck it.”