"Seems like someone had a good morning," Madam took off her shoes and entered the tent.
I quickly covered myself, pulling down my dress. She walked around me and lifted Kurus' hand, slowly bringing it to her lips, licking his fingers clean.
I quickly looked away, realizing I had been staring.
Madam chuckled and moved her attention to me, using her feet to lift the hem of my dress, revealing me to her, "Don't hide from me. Show me."
I gulped and slowly pulled up my dress for her higher this time until I was completely exposed to her eyes. I waited a bit expectantly, a bit nervously.
She hummed and turned around to peck Kurus' lips, "Seems like no bruises have been made during your sleep. Well done," she praised him, "Now, go wash yourself before lunch."
Kurus nodded, his eyes still fixed on her lips, and I was jealous of how easy it was for him to get a kiss from her.
I wanted one too, but I knew I hadn't earned it. Just a quiet tug on my dress, that was all I was allowed.
"Don't forget to wash yourself before lunch too, Little Miss," she said, and I quickly bobbed my head up and down.
She left the room, leaving me alone with Kurus. He was already getting up to leave, but paused to look back at me, "I'll make you a dress today. What color do you want it to be?"
"Um..." I wasn't used to picking the color of my own clothes, and I had no preference either, "Anything will be fine. I trust your choice."
"White," he said.
"Wouldn't it get dirty easily?" I asked as I followed him out of the tent.
"White," he repeated.
"Yes. White," I quickly agreed, not in a position to refuse anything.
He nodded with a satisfied smile as we went to pee together.
As expected of more mature males, they were very open about everything they did. I hid behind a bush, and he did his business in the open.
The washing area was set up between the trees. A net hung above, covered by leaves, and the walls were made from branches and woven leaves. It felt a bit like a shelter, but more open.
Kurus went to wash his hands and face in a bowl full of water. I waited until he was finished before doing the same.
He was taller, so he had to bend down to use the water in the bowl. I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach it.
He noticed my difficulty and lifted me in the air with his tail.
"Thank you," I said, and he nodded.
I washed my hands, splashed water on my face, and then he raised me higher so I could wash in between my legs too.
Be mature, black sheep. Mature, mature, mature. Be like them. Don't show them your embarrassment. Mature. Be mature. MATURE.
"Little Miss," he said, "Wash properly, don't just splash water on it."
I froze in place, wanting to disappear. He pulled me higher and began to clean me himself.
I covered my face with my hands when I heard the laughter of other males who passed by us.
"There," Kurus said after a while, and lowered me back down.
Moyu entered the washing room and handed me a bouquet of dandelions and buttercups, "Fresh from this morning."
"..."
Another wave of laughter erupted. They found this situation hilarious, and my face burned even redder.
"That's the worst timing I've seen, Moyu," Baron commented, "Little Miss is in a delicate situation here, and you hand her flowers?"
Moyu looked at me, at the bouquet in his hand, at my exposed crotch, then back at me, "Ah..." his face reddened too, and he quickly hid the flowers behind his back.
Baron slapped Kurus' hands, which were still holding me, wheezing in amusement, "Put her down already. She can't overpower you like our Dearest."
"Oh..." Kurus let go of me, and I wobbled on my feet, trying to regain balance.
Baron had to grab the flowers from Moyu's hands and give them to me. "He still feels guilty for what he did to you. He used to come in contact with lots of females, so he forgot you are different from the ones from his world. It's a habit. Don't mind him. He didn't mean any harm."
"I asked around what sheep females like," Moyu explained as Baron and Kurus wandered off. "...and they told me they liked these."
"T-thank you," I finally managed to utter, accepting the flowers from his hand.
They were my favorites, but I wasn't expecting to be gifted any. How could I eat the gift I've received? It was too precious to even consider eating. "I'm sorry. I don't... don't have anything for you in return."
"Moyu, did you make her cry again?"
"It's not my fault!" Moyu protested and created some distance between us. "She started crying on her own. Where's our spouse?" he called after them.
"By the river," Baron answered.
I noticed Moyu was holding another bouquet in his other hand, and couldn't help but ask, "Does Madam like flowers?"
Moyu turned to look at me, his eyes softening, "She loves them."
More of a reason not to eat mine.
"Moyu, stop bullying Little Miss," Baron scolded him playfully from the other side of the tent when he heard me sniff in a tear.
"I swear I didn't!" Moyu yelled back and flew away, looking for Madam.