Chapter 21 - The Sweet and Bitter Life of an Awakened - III
"Haa... The young master has awakened," said a warm and delicate voice.
The words struck me like a shock, pulling me out of a brief daydream. The beauty of that woman was otherworldly, something that defied any human classification.
Dressed in black, wearing a short dress with thin straps, she looked as if she had been sculpted by an angel. Shy red lips, mesmerizing crimson eyes, gleaming carmine horns, and long black hair cascading past her hips.
Standing at around 1.60 meters tall, her breasts were perfect, proportional to her stature. The tight dress accentuated her curves, highlighting generous hips and a perky, hypnotic sway with each step. Black leather shoes with modest heels completed the look. The sound of her footsteps brought me back to reality.
Halfway across the room, she suddenly stopped and rushed to the bathroom. Intrigued, I waited a few seconds until she returned, holding a red overcoat in her hands.
"For the young master to feel more comfortable," she said, handing me the garment.
My face flushed as I realized the sheet covering my lower half had slipped away.
"Agh... Thank you," I stammered.
"Dinner is served. I suggest the master enjoy the meal while it's still warm," the maid said, revealing a rosy piece of meat that exuded a delicious aroma.
I put on the overcoat and sat at the table, focusing on the food.
"Just as beautiful as last time," I thought.