/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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I could hear him make to say something, pause, and then exhale. "I suppose so." He relented.
With him being so close, I could hear his breathing directly on my head and know that his heart was beating a little faster, although I did sit to one side of his lap to avoid directly rubbing into his... well, I wasn't about to be that lewd.
"Done." He breathed. As he retracted his hands from my hair, letting the blonde volumes brush over his hands one last time.
"I'll get a mirror then, I want to see how it looks, if you'll excuse me." I said making to get up as I was afraid of crossing the line any farther.
"Ah, wait." He said, putting a hand around my stomach. I froze like a stunned guinea pig as he pulled me back into his lap. "I'll fetch one." He said with a snap of his fingers, upon which a mirror floated into the room and smoothly sailed in front of us.
What I saw was a man, tall, gaunt, but sheepishly handsome holding his little(in height but not figure) blonde woman, who wore his colors around her neck and who's hair was tied up with his ribbon, both of them had a great deal of red in their cheeks.
Shamefully, another idea popped into my head.
"Master, you know how you said having me around improves the outcomes of your spells?" I asked.
"Yes?" He said.
"Do you think that, well, the relationship between the benefit and my proximity might not be linear?"
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is..." I began, placing my hand on his thigh and looking up at his purple eyes. "...maybe we should stay like this a little longer to figure out? For the sake of knowledge that is."
"Yes, for knowledge of course, good thinking..." He said, as he got to work.
This was probably going to cause more rumors to spread, but when you really think about it, this was Master's fault. People are already going to talk now that I'm wearing his brooch and tying my hair up with his ribbon, what's me keeping him company on his lap put next to that? He didn't have to take my ascot off himself, he didn't need to run his fingers through my hair, he could have just let me find a mirror by my lonesome, but in the end, wasn't it Patchouli who couldn't keep his hands off me? If anything, I'm just fulfilling my duty to him as a servant, and if, IF, he decides that I'm something more and makes another unreasonable request then, well, what am I to do?