Chapter 41:Stella, the cat maid
Stella was downstairs trying to focus on making herself appear busy but the truth of the matter was, she was already done with what she needed to do.
She was an epic monster, one with a special ability related to spatial manipulation. Getting nooks and crannies was her specialty. Not to mention that before her accursed epic status, she had prided herself as a cat maid, and given specialized training to turn any domicile spotless and take care of any household needs.
Needless to say, a house of this size was not that much of a challenge for her to maintain. With nothing to focus on her mind drifted to the experience she had but minutes ago and the incredible visual and fragrance of it all.
The cat maid had very little experience with a real dick and the number of times she consumed natural essence she could count on one hand. Even then she never felt the way she did when she looked at that penis.
A shiver went up her spine at the memory of how she felt.
Despite all her training, she had been teetering on the edge of letting her monster girl instincts loose on the boy. Such a thing had never happened once before in her life.
From the moment her core was formed and she could take a physical shape, she had been rigorously trained to be perfectly happy on artificial essence and still perform at peak capacity. Sure, she felt starved half the time but after years it was just background noise. It was not like there were any outward visual differences.
As long as she did not reach the point of going feral, she was perfectly fine. And she had never reached the feral stage, those had to be put down because artificial essence does not do anything for feral monster girls. Finding a random tamer to calm down some low-level cat girls was also not a feasible option as it was cheaper and easier to simply terminate and get a new one to train.
During her time with the agency, she had seen it happen multiple times. The chance of it happening was about 10% given the bulk of cat maids her organization needed to push out and maintain every year. She was ranked close to the top for multiple years so much so that she was awarded a 'real' feeding twice throughout her work with them.
Her tail swung about languidly at the memory of some of the best hits of her life. She would have been happy to spend the rest of her core's lifespan like that, but that was not to be.
High-class people liked high-class workers, and high-tier monster girls substituted that need as a high-tier cat maid was thought to be better than a low-tier cat maid. Something she would argue vehemently if she was ever allowed to.
No one needed that extra power or dexterity for what amounted to moving around a broom.
Did it help?
Sure, but a couple's years of diligent experience and a low-tier cat maid could clean a house with much better efficiency than a newly minted high-tier one. Heck among the 10% of feral problems 99% are high-tier cat girls and still the company keeps churning up high-tier cat girls.
She was against her ascension and felt no excitement when she had seen the shiny high-tier cores arranged in front of her. But being a good cat girl meant being subservient and she did not utter an ounce of complaint when she was told to do so. It only meant she was on a clock as very few high-class cat maids ever get to the end of their core's lifespan, most going feral far before then.
That was okay, she was good at her job and as long as she got to feed on real essence every once in a while, she would be fine. As long as she kept up with her high bar of success that avenue was open.
To her great regret, that option was cut off from her prematurely as when she evolved into a high-class cat girl she developed... an epic ability.
It did not matter that it allowed her to create small distortions in space-time resulting in small portals she could stick her limbs through and clean almost any place.
Nope, she became an instant sell to the [tamer league] because of the instant influx of monetary wealth and how expensive she would be to maintain.
Goosebumps trailed her skin as she remembered the cold embrace of the gem that became her 'home' for who knows how long. Time lost all meaning in that cold dark place, only the freezing empty void of its embrace remained.
Now, she was here... because of a lot of things that went way past her head, she was 'released' and told to be the servant of the student that supposedly was to live here. She was attend to all his needs and take care of all issues related to his housing.
She could not properly express how happy she was in being able to serve as a cat maid again. When she was given her new cat maid uniform she nearly teleported away out of sheer excitement. It was a lot more revealing than what she was used to but she assumed that was just a change in style.
Now that she was confronted with her new liege, she was suffering an incredible dilemma. Never in her life had she felt her monster girl act in the way it did when she was confronted with him. This was not the first time she had seen the real thing and while the desire was always there, it was never to this extent.
For the first time, her mind was not on her work and how well she could perform it, but on the boy and how she could get just another whiff of that incredible scent.
Chapter 42: An evening incident
Feeling suitably empty below his waste Simon came out of his room. Amy had whined a bit when he came out of the absurdly soft and luxurious bed but the feeling was too alien for him to get any sleep, besides, unlike his spoiled puppy who could fall asleep anywhere and had zero reservations about their new environment.
What Simon did not know was that Amy also realized Simon wanted some time away from her. She could see and feel it in his actions, so under the guise of being lazy, she let him go. She had a vague idea of what he wanted to do and as long as it was not harmful she would allow the separation.
She lay in quiet rest on the edge of slumber, her body still coiled like a spring ready to move at a moment's notice. It burned through her essence to be in this state, but given her daily diet, she had the energy to spare.
On the lower flowers still under the supervision of her enhanced senses, Simon was walking to the marble-top kitchen, filled with utensils, gadgets, and gizmos.
He wanted a glass of water to quench his thirst and use it as an excuse to talk to Stella, the cat girl he was incredibly curious about.
Having finished his other tamer contract, namely feeding Amy so he was free to do as he wished.
Stella for her part, was just standing her eyes glassy. She was looking across the middle distance as her prehensile tail flitted about and her ears made cute motions. Again a wave of nostalgia hit him as he was once more reminded of cat mom.
Out of all his moms, she was the only one who became truly distant after his maturity. Before that, she was neck and neck with soft mom in terms of which mom he liked most. Then he matured and she became distant almost all at once, leaving him in the dust.
But even after that sting, Simon could never forget the fun times he had with cat mom and something about Stella kept making him think of her.
As he approached her, her eyes seemed to gain clarity and she smiled at him.
"Good evening! What do you need of me at this dark hour?" The words she said were surprisingly ominous but the energy with which she said it made that a non-issue.
"Just wanted a glass of water..." Simon.
"Oh! coming right up!" She made a flourishing twirl as she moved to the fancy-looking sink and a glass simply appeared in her hands as she turned the faucet on.
With a sense of professionalism, he did not think was possible within such a simple action she brought him his glass of water.
As she did so, she also moved her head slightly forward and closed her eyes as if expecting something.
Simon took the glass of water and took healthy gulps as he drank it down.
By the time he was finished, Stella was still in her pose as if she was expecting something.
Not knowing what else to do he asked.
"What are you doing?"
