Hayate could not help sighing in exasperation, and just a little bit of disgust, as he looked out to the pool and saw his mistress, the young blonde Nagi Sanzen'in just barely staying above the water. He buried his head in his hands, feeling embarrassed for her.
The young girl, though a prodigy of virtually all academic fields (when she bothered to apply herself even a little), was incredibly weak. Not due to illness or some inherited physical defect, though. No, Nagi was just lazy, and she never got any exercise. Probably the only reason the girl wasn't perfectly round and pudgy from her utterly sedentary way of life was a combination of lucky genetics from her late mother and strict dietary control on the part of her maid.
Still, her skinny limbs had practically no muscle on them, even for a girl her age, and Nagi could probably be knocked over by a stiff breeze if her loyal butler wasn't there to catch her.
But Hayate usually was there. He was indebted -- seriously, greatly indebted -- to her for saving his life and taking him in when he'd had nowhere else to go, and he had served her loyally for nearly a year, now, as her butler, doing his best to repay that staggering debt.
It was hard though, for him to keep doing this. There were times when he seriously wondered if he even really mattered, as a person. From a young age, he had done nothing but work to pay off debts, one after another. And maybe that was the essence of the average adult life, but it still hurt to have not even the barest illusion of choice in the direction his life took...
Indeed, there were times Hayate wondered whether it was all really worth it....
His train of thought was interrupted, however, when he saw his lady get up out of the pool, wet swimsuit clinging tightly to her small, slender body. If he looked closely, he could even see the faintest outline of her young virgin pussy through the crotch of her suit. She was headed back to the showers with the other girls, and when she passed Hayate, he could not help it as his eyes lingered a little too long on the curves of her small, soft bum.
He groaned as he felt his loins stir against his will, and in spite of his better judgement, he...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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