The next morning.
Before he even opened his eyes, Rhode felt something unusual in his hand. Based on the shape and softness, he could tell it was Lavinia. When he woke, he was met with the sight of the blonde girl in a white shirt. Her snow-white skin and shoulders were in full view—she was once again dressed in just a shirt and underwear.
The full, rounded curve of her lower half, visible as she lay with her back to him, made Rhode's heart race.
Shocked by the sight, Rhode's eyes flew wide open. But since there was a line between men and women, Rhode only dared to take one look—so he stared, unblinking, at the half-awake Lavinia for a good long while. Then, out of a spirit of "dedication to a comrade's health," he observed her carefully for a bit longer before finally spotting a tiny bit of fabric tucked into a crease.
As expected of an Italian, he thought. They really are more open-minded than Easterners in certain respects.
Since Lavinia wasn't awake yet and the morning air was a bit damp and cold, Rhode "thoughtfully" huddled closer to her, sharing his body heat to keep her warm. Such consideration! He truly deserved to be named one of the most selfless people in the world!
A moment later, perhaps feeling a bit uncomfortable from the "pressure" behind her, Lavinia let out a soft moan and slowly woke up. Sensing the presence beside her, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up, looking at Rhode who was already sitting on the edge of the bed getting dressed.
"Good morning, Rhode," she said, stretching and letting out a yawn. "Eh? Why am I not in my own bed again? Oh... I remember now. I got up to use the bathroom last night and must have wandered into the wrong room in my daze."
She shifted slightly, hooking a finger into her underwear to adjust it. "Strange. It usually doesn't feel this tight when I wear it like this."
At that, Lavinia suddenly looked down, her own "auto-aim" activating. After a moment of silence, she looked back up. She wasn't sure if Rhode had done anything. But based on the Japanese manga she'd read, the probability was about ninety percent.
Oh well. She had been the one to crawl into his bed, after all. It was only natural for a boy his age to have some... "strange" ideas.I'll do my best to provide a translation that captures the tone and style of the original.
Furthermore, Rhode hadn't actually done anything "strange" to her.
"I'm so hungry, Rhode. Is there anything to eat?" Lavinia's stomach suddenly let out a whine like a small puppy. She clutched her midsection and looked at him expectantly.
"There should be. I gave the three Fallen Angels their orders yesterday." Rhode nodded, his eyes still wandering over Lavinia.
To be honest, he was still a bit unsure about Lavinia's attitude toward him. He was her savior; she had agreed to leave Kyoto with him when she had nowhere else to go; and now, she "accidentally" wandered into his room to sleep in his bed almost every night after using the bathroom. Even as a transmigrator, Rhode couldn't help but feel like this girl might have feelings for him.
Despite the temptation, he hadn't taken the final step. After all, who knew what went on in the mind of a ditz like Lavinia? He had only known her for a few days. If he couldn't control himself and tried to break that final layer of "window paper" only for her to resist, their relationship would likely never recover. Even in the world of High School DxD, building a harem required following certain "basic laws." This was an ecchi story, not a hardcore adult one.
Of course, for the sake of his own physical and mental health, Rhode didn't distance himself from her to play out some dramatic school romance. While he couldn't be direct yet, he could "boil the frog in lukewarm water." Who knew? After a few more days of "rubbing shoulders," they might just become "intimate friends" in every sense of the word.
"Well, I'm going to go change then." Lavinia hopped off the bed, yawning as she walked. The oversized shirt hung loosely on her frame, and her tiny scraps of underwear once again vanished into "uncharted territory."
"Eh? Miss Lavinia?"
"Good morning, Asia."
"G-good morning... but why are you wearing Mr. Rhode's clothes?"
"This? I'm not sure. But if you like it, I can give it to you..."
"Really?! I mean—no! I couldn't!" Asia's face lit up with joy for a split second, but the moment she saw Rhode stepping out of the room, she quickly swallowed her words.
The scent of food had already permeated the first-floor living room. The spread on the table was remarkably diverse. Aside from the classic toast, milk, and jam, there were even Chinese breakfast staples like soup dumplings and fried dough sticks. There were even appetizers like vegetable and meat broths.
"Good morning, Master!" Mittelt, dressed in her maid outfit, greeted Rhode with a smile the moment she saw him.
"Master." Kalawarner stood straight and gave a silent, slight bow. The motion accentuated her exceptionally rounded curves.
"What are you two just standing there for? The shaomai is almost ready, come and help serve!" a sharp, slightly annoyed voice called out from the kitchen.
Raynare appeared, dressed in casual home clothes with an apron tied around her waist and a metal ladle in her right hand. The moment she saw Rhode, her expression softened instantly. "Master, breakfast is ready. Since I wasn't sure what everyone preferred, I made a little of everything. If it's not to your liking, I can make something else, though we're running low on ingredients. I might need to go to the supermarket today."
Rhode was genuinely surprised. "You made all of this?"
"Yes, Master."
When Raynare nodded in confirmation, Rhode was floored. He had assumed these three Fallen Angels would slack off and just order takeout; he never expected her to handle everything herself.
"Where did you learn to cook?" Rhode asked curiously.
At the question, Raynare scratched her cheek, looking a bit embarrassed. "I usually enjoy researching recipes. Besides, cooking for myself is a good way to save money, so I ended up learning a lot over time."
"Mhm, mhm! Raynare might be mediocre at other things, but her food is delicious! Honestly, I don't think being a Fallen Angel suits her. She should be a chef or open her own little shop," Mittelt chimed in, earning her a glare from Raynare.
It was exactly because her companions were so unreliable that Raynare had to step up. If she opened a restaurant, how was she supposed to move up in the world?
"Not bad. From now on, you're the Head Maid," Rhode declared. He hadn't expected his moment of "mercy" to yield such a treasure. Without Raynare, he wouldn't even know what they'd be eating three times a day.
Upon hearing that, Raynare snapped to attention, her back straightening with pride. But she quickly snapped out of it. Wait, this isn't right! He forced me into slavery, so why the hell am I acting all grateful to this guy?!
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