The Naed Countess Ii.

Chapter 11: Lala's Losing Streak

"Found y..." Eleonora started her sentence but didn't finish it, falling silent after her eyes landed on Lala's figure. Her dirty, sweaty, and clearly not long after orgasm figure.

"My lady," the bodyguard muttered and awkwardly stood on one knee, unable to even look in the blonde's eyes in her immense embarrassment.

She expected her mistress to furrow her brow and cast a judgmental gaze at this shameful display. Or, maybe, to start berating her for leaving her side when she needed a bodyguard the most. Possibly even threaten to denounce her and end her servitude to the Kir'ador nobles.

Instead, Leo burst out laughing so loudly she made it even harder for the passersby to ignore the two.

"Wow," the countess said with a wink. "I see you're not wasting your time. Here I was, thinking my bodyguard got scared of the paparazzi so much she had to retreat. And it turns out you just got aroused from their attention and started pleasuring yourself, huh? I knew you were shameless, but that's bold even for you, babe."

"Y-yeah. Well, what can I do? A girl has needs!" she finally muttered and shrugged like a cartoon character.

Then she flinched since Leo gave her a hard buttslap, playing around with whom she thought was a naughty, fearless nudist. If only she knew how wrong she was... Or maybe she was at least somewhat correct? Lala recalled that wave of pleasure that covered her whole when she hid in the bushes. It went away minutes ago, but already felt so alien, like she was a totally different person back then. Arousal must've overtaken her personality in that moment of weakness.

"Or maybe that was my personality all along," a thought appeared in her head against her will, yet she quickly brushed it off.

"I'm sorry, my lady. I know I shouldn't have left you there."

"Don't worry about it too much. It's your first mission, and getting turned on from showing off to all of those gawking Earthians isn't new... Trust me, I recently nearly got abducted because of the same exact feeling."

"Will I get punished?" Lala meant to ask this with fear and guilt, yet it turned out almost joyful.

"We'll see," Leo nodded to her thoughtful servant. "I mean, I could always kick your slit until it's blue or tie your limbs together to make you jump around like a rabbit for a change..."

Lala gulped but couldn't notice the odd tingle in her nipples and pussy acting up again.

"...But I need you to be ready if we are attacked again. So let's think about this later."

"Y-yes, my lady," she said with gratitude while desperately trying to wipe the mud off her figure.

It didn't do much, and Lala's cheeks became rosy again. While Sanflarian women were allowed to do whatever they wanted while naked, it was still bad courtesy for a noble's servant to appear in such a messy state in public. Even if the public wasn't Sanflarian. Well, maybe except for the Fryion Province and its famed mud bathing, but this place was far from it either way. The countess once again looked at Lala with sympathy, understanding her peculiar state.

"Oh, I think I know how to make it so you don't have to be perceived as the dirty girl."

Leo clicked her fingers and, before Lala could even ask what she meant, dove right into the same mud puddle like it was a pile of fresh snow. The bodyguard gasped when she saw her countess roll around in the mud like a pig, doing mud angels and smearing the liquid all over her until she was even dirtier than Lala. She didn't even spare her famous mane, turning it into a squishy mess.

"My lady! W-why?"

"Now we're both dirty girls, so you won't be the only one!" the blonde giggled and smacked her bestie's butt again.

Lala couldn't help but laugh. Leo replied in kind with her head confidently leaned back. Soon, the two of them were walking on a paved park road in full view of the surrounding locals. The people either moved out of the way or pointed at the muddy beauties with laughs, although a couple of them offered medical assistance, probably thinking these two were insane.

Leo politely declined and led her friend to the nearest fountain to wash off the mud and give the locals a little show they could remember. Lala was still horribly ashamed, but at least now her gratitude and pride in her lady overshadowed that weakness and let her enjoy this moment of camaraderie. Lala truly was lucky to serve such an awesome noble.

Then why couldn't she just tell Leo the truth?

***

The day passed surprisingly quickly, and soon Lala again found herself embracing Leo in their king-sized bed. It felt so calm with Leo softly snoring beside Lala, her head resting on the bodyguard's boob, that she nearly forgot about how horrible today was. The emotions she felt from her public exposure grew more convoluted and confusing, but one thing was obvious: they prevented Lala from doing her job and protecting her lady like she was supposed to.

While the countess was asleep for some time already, Lala spent the last hour brooding about her past and future actions. Finally, she remembered her windstriking lessons and figured that the only way of beating her weakness was by training. She whined a little when she imagined herself "practicing" public nudity again, yet there was no other choice. If her career and loyalty were on the line, there was only one possible solution. Tonight, Lala was going streaking.

The bodyguard carefully freed herself from the sleeping countess' embrace and gave her a peck on the cheek as a thanks for her kindness. Then, she looked at the clock--it was midnight--and mustered up the courage to leave the comfort of the suite. There was no better way of facing her fears than going outside alone, and if that was what it took, Lala was ready. At least that's what she told herself to keep her heart from jumping out of her chest.

Lala got goosebumps as she strode through the hotel's lobby filled with bright lights and guests waiting for their rooms. She caught a few glances and a whistle but made sure to continue walking as if nothing was happening. Despite the storm of emotions raging inside of her. Soon, she was outside with a cool breeze caressing her naked body. Lala didn't really know where she was going, but she hoped that the hotel's building was large enough for her to find her way back in case she got lost.

"W-well, here goes nothing," Lala muttered to herself when her bare feet touched the asphalt.

It felt surreal to be scared of her own nudity like this, but Lala still couldn't shake the feeling off, even after almost a week spent on Earth. The streets were quiet at this hour, but not deserted: Lala still encountered occasional passersby and cars, who clearly saw her as well. Thankfully, most of them ignored the naked girl as if nothing was happening, though there were still occasional catcalls and honks, to which Lala smiled and waved, trying her best to imitate Leo.

Her thoughts became chaotic each time she walked under a lantern or her figure got basked in the headlights' beams. Yet she forced herself to walk on at a leisurely pace despite her mind telling her to flee. Soon, another feeling got added to Lala's already exhausting ordeal: her nipples got hard, and a tingle in her pussy came back. Thinking about what the people might've thought about her made her aroused again.

"Oh, Many-eyed, I can get addicted to this," she thought with a shy smile, turning the corner.

The next street was more crowded than the previous one. Its bars and nightclubs made sure some people stayed here long after the sunset. Even now Lala could see several groups drinking and loudly laughing outside. Once again, it took all of the girl's bravery to block her fears and walk onwards, diving right into the nearby crowd.

The people quickly noticed, pointing at her and exclaiming something in English. Unfortunately, Lala didn't understand a word, but she could tell they liked what they saw by their voices and expressions. A smile appeared on Lala's lips once again while she walked past the rowdy partygoers, her ears getting assaulted by their cheering. It felt different from how she felt before, though. Maybe her grins and giggles weren't so forced anymore.

Still, it was very hard to move forward. Lala's legs got weak, and she had to consciously force herself to move forward. It got even harder when several of the clubgoers around her pulled out their phones and started filming. One of them approached Lala, asking something and pointing at the camera. She nodded, and the man stood right beside her with his arm on her shoulder, posing for a picture taken by his friend.

Then, others followed their example and nearly formed a line to commemorate this joyful moment. Lala felt a surge of adrenaline that made it hard to stay still, yet her windstriking practice taught her how to assume a stance and remain in it as long as necessary. She'd never think it'd be useful in a situation like this!

The pink-haired girl quickly became the main attraction, with people seemingly walking out of the nearby venues just to ogle her beautiful, athletic body. Her rosy cheeks and shy smile seemed to attract people even more, some of them trying to strike up a conversation or offering her something to wear (which she refused despite her urge to cover herself). One man even shared his drink with Lala, and she agreed, letting alcohol loosen her up a bit. She must've expected to get her number or at least a talk, but soon realized she didn't speak English and just kept gawking at her breasts.

"Sankiy, sankiy," Lala said with a thick accent, both shy and excited to be the center of attention once again.

However, soon the attention got overwhelming, and Lala felt the need to walk onward, waving her new friends goodbye after a couple more photos. She felt several hands slapping her butt once she left, making her pick up the pace with naughty laughter. It suddenly got warmer outside, although it was probably just her getting hot from this encounter.

Lala felt her nipples get harder and harder and her hand moving to her pussy seemingly on its own. Especially when she passed several girls who looked at her with visible judgment in their eyes. It took her a lot of effort to not start masturbating right then and there, fantasizing about how much of a slut they saw her as.

The bodyguard's adventure continued like this for quite some time as shame and arousal kept battling in her foggy mind. She passed a residential, deserted street, although it also had a couple of fun moments with singular passersby encountering the naked girl and not believing what they just saw. She just blew them air kisses and walked forward, wiggling her wide hips and letting her tits freely jiggle along to embarrass herself even more.

Then, there was a peculiar touristic area with green gates and unique architecture Lala had never seen before. There were red, round lanterns hanging from the roofs and odd inscriptions that reminded Lala of Sanflarian numbers. Some people, probably tourists, were glad to see the naked girl walk by them and took pictures of her with glee in their eyes. Others, who must've been locals, reacted by scoffing and shouting angrily.

Of course, it only made Lala revel in her shame even more and forced her to act even more shamelessly, sometimes bending down like she dropped something, skipping on the pavement, or shaking her tits in front of her allured audience. Some new energy awoke inside of Lala, and it was uncontainable. She fully grasped it after sitting down on a bench in a local park and finding out she was thoroughly wet once again.

There were bushes nearby, but Lala's brain was so enveloped by horniness she didn't even want to hide anymore. Instead, she sat on the bench's back and spread her legs as wide as she could, landing her bare feet on the bench's lower half. A young couple passed by and quickly turned away from Lala, so embarrassed they couldn't even raise their heads.

That was the final straw. Lala felt so degraded and humiliated that she simply couldn't go on anymore. Finally, the girl landed her palm on her pussy and began touching herself with her breast in her other hand just like before. The girl's brain got flooded with memories of her shameful voyage, making her lose her mind to the raw sexual pleasure.

Her current situation was even better, as anyone could've walked up to her right now and seen what she was doing. Then, Lala noticed a security camera aimed right at her, and this became too much to bear. She came even harder than before, her delighted scream echoing through the entire park.

A minute later, Lala slowly slid down the bench and threw her hands back, breathing heavily. A wave of doubt came to her mind again, making her question what she just did. Was she really such a pervert, or was it simply stress making her act in ways she never would otherwise? Either way, it didn't seem healthy at all, and Lala doubted it'll help her keep her cool during the next public appearance with Leo.

"Rats, what the heck am I doing?!" she finally got up, her limbs shaking from this inner conflict.

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to resolve it, as a stern female voice from behind unknowingly answered her question.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk. Breaking the law again? You bitches never learn."

Lala turned around, not understanding a word but recognizing a threat. Two police officers stood in front of her, a man and a woman, with the female one having light hair and a large pair of sunglasses despite it being dark outside. Lala could've remembered Leo's description of Angel, but she was so shaken right now she couldn't even form a coherent thought.

The people in blue said something to one another, and the woman walked behind Lala. Suddenly, the bodyguard felt her hands getting restrained after a clasp. She tried to move them, but couldn't. The handcuffs were too sturdy. The man gave Lala a disapproving look and shook his head. He tried to seem just, but there was an evil spark in his eyes that made it clear Lala won't get any justice from him.

Lala tried explaining herself. She apologized, asked to tell Leo, and repeatedly yelled the word "Sanflaria" to at least make her position known despite the language barrier. But nothing worked. Whoever these officers were, they seemed set on arresting the naked bodyguard despite her protests. Instead of responding to her pleas, they exchanged a couple of phrases and made Lala walk to their car, giving her a rude smack on the butt with evil grins on their faces. Surprisingly, it wasn't a police car, just a regular one, as if they were off-duty.

Lala was scared again, but this time, this feeling wasn't pleasant or arousing, not even one bit. What were they going to do to her? How would the delegation react to her getting into yet another scandal right when Baron Araman tried his best to smoothen the interworld relations? How will she explain to Leo what she was doing? All of these questions weighed heavily on Lala's bare shoulders, making her eyes wet once again.

When they got into the car, Officer Angel said something with that devilish grin of hers, clearly meant to be taunting. Lala didn't respond. She simply curled up into a ball and let the gods decide her fate since she lost any control over it anyway. Looking at the stars high above, Lala could only hope the Many-eyed will be merciful this time.

Her stress only grew when she realized they weren't going to where Earthians usually brought their criminals. The car swiftly passed the police station and headed somewhere else, towards a quiet and dilapidated area near the coast. Lala tried asking where they were going, but the cops didn't say a word. The pink-haired girl even considered jumping out of the car but was too scared to make everything even worse.

Finally, the car stopped, and Lala noticed a dark, industrial-looking building in front of her. Angel and the long-haired, tall officer seemingly named "David" stepped out of the vehicle and opened Lala's door. Before she could say a word, they rudely pulled her from the seat and dragged her into that old building with the same malicious grins.

This was so horrifying that Lala even considered breaking free and beating these two up with just her feet but quickly realized that they weren't alone here. The building's doors opened with a loud noise, and several figures stepped onto the road. Four large, athletic men with disdain in their eyes and one slim girl in a dress whom Lala recognized from somewhere.

Soon, it became obvious when she saw her, as they met not long ago: the girl was there during the protest, one of the Textilians unlucky to be stripped by Leo completely naked.

***

Today's morning was far from pleasant for Leo. When she woke up, she quickly noticed that Lala's warm, beautiful body wasn't in her arms, although it didn't seem suspicious at first. It became suspicious after the countess realized that Lala was nowhere to be seen. Moreover, the only real clue the hotel's management gave her was that her bodyguard just left the suite and walked somewhere in the middle of the night.

This made Leo rightfully anxious, and she searched through the entire place, asking both employees and guests about her missing friend. This yielded no results--not counting all the happy faces of men who saw the countess run around the hotel in the nude with her breasts bouncing along--and made the countess even more upset.

One of the female guests, a beautiful but bitchy blonde in her twenties, felt Leo's wrath on herself when she rudely replied to her question, indirectly stating that Lala was a whore. A minute later, that same guest was already running through the lobby completely naked with terror and shame in her eyes while her torn clothes lay scattered on the stairs and red spanking marks covered her backside. Thankfully, Arnold came in before Leo could've caused more havoc, but his demeanor was far from calm. All because of a single email he received the previous night that both solved Lala's missing case and made it more complicated.

Greetings to Eleonora of Kir'ador. I suppose you already realized that your friend is missing. Not gonna lie, she's quite a catch! It took us a lot of preparation and tailing to get her, but now she's finally with us. Don't worry, we didn't hurt her. Yet. Whether we will do that in the future depends entirely on you, Leo. If you wish to see your dear Lartimila again, come meet us at 12 AM. Don't bring anyone, and I mean anyone, with you, otherwise, there'll be consequences that none of your perverted stunts can fix.

It was followed by the address and a signature, although no name was given. Instead, the sender assumed Leo "knew who they were" and didn't feel the need to specify that. Arnold said he and his coworkers already tried to pinpoint the exact location of the message and the account that sent it, but they covered their tracks very well. As if they had some connections within the system themselves.

"Damn it, it takes a whole lot of intimidation to make Lala say her whole name. It must be that bitch!" Leo clenched her fists and hit the table in a fit of rage, making Arnold jump.

"You mean Officer Angel? Do you think she's actually looking to pick more fights after what you've done to her team?"

"Of course! Who else would be smug enough to write like that? She must be seeking revenge, and if she chooses this path, I'll be sure to oblige!"

With these words, Leo began walking out of the room, but Arnold made sure to stop her.

"W-wait. You're not actually going to follow her instructions, are you?" the agent asked with pleading eyes.

Leo rolled her eyes, still not herself from all the anger she felt.

"Come on, it's clearly a trap! We have the government on our side... Well, most of it I suppose. Let them handle the job!" Arnold said, but quickly realized that last line didn't sound too convincing. "A-anyway, Angel clearly wants you, not Lala. She won't hurt her if she knows you'll be interested in saving her. But that's what she expects. On the other hand, if we send a special task force..."