I'll reward Gwendolion

Arabella’s eyes widen. “I just wanted you to repeat my name, you know?”

“Seriously?”

She smiles, telling you no, but something in her voice tells you otherwise. “So, you’re picking Gwen, mm?”

“It’s time I do something with her,” you yawn. “Seems like I mostly praise you and Mikko half the time anyway.”

Arabella shrugs. “Gwendolion is the most bashful out of the 3, I guess. She really doesn’t put herself out there as much as she ought to,” she trails off. “Lazy ass.”

…

…

“Like this?” Gwendolion hovers above a cutting board with a knife in her hand. She’s cutting tomatoes, and it becomes apparent to you that she’s better with handjobs and craftwork than cooking in just a few seconds.

“Yeah,” you say, grabbing her wrists and guiding her carefully to where you want it to be cut. “Keep the slices thin.”

“OK,” she pressures the skin and painstakingly cuts a thin piece of tomato off it. After the first cut, she waits for further instructions.

“Keep going,” you laugh. She blinks and apologizes.

Gwendolion followed your instructions and executed them at a slow pace. First, you were admittedly annoyed with her speed, but judging by her body language, you figured she was still nervous around you whenever you tasked her with a different job. You clapped and shook her by the shoulder unexpectedly, which made her jump an inch off the floor. “You’re good to relax, you know?

She laughs. “I know. It’s just not in my nature to disappoint anyone. I know your standards are high.”

“You don’t need to worry about such things, I promise.”

She mumbles but breaks into a small laugh. “It’s hard not to.”

You sidestep, stirring a pot. You realize you haven’t dived into her background much and ask how long she’s had to live the way she did before you scooped her out of it.

Gwendolion hesitated, but answered. “I think my whole life. I don’t remember ever knowing my parents or anyone who really cared for me until you came along. We had **** masters…one that didn’t…uhm…all the time and kept us in decent enough care.”

A little heat warms your cheeks when the steam from the stove and you step back. You figured all that anyway, but getting confirmed so casually embarrassed you. It makes you wonder if you’d be that open with Gwendolion if she asked anything that personal– if you had anything that even came to something so taboo.

“It’s safe to assume you’re happy here then, right? Is there anything you’d want from the others? Maybe a gift of some kind?”

Gwendolion laughs softly as she shakes her head. “I’m much happier just doing this. Every day is better, and I feel more…personalized. I’m becoming me. The real me, thanks to you,” she rubs her shoulder against your back. “Really.”

The heat on your cheeks lingers, but now you’re smiling because you feel flattered. A little bit of unexpected praise is nice, especially when someone owes you something so dramatic. It’s an odd emotion, and you aren’t sure how to express it. So, you push back, sharing her in a laugh. “Yeah, but it’s you who is able to see through it. You’re stronger than you think. That’s another promise from me.”

“Well, now you’re making me blush on purpose.”

“I never do anything without meaning to. You know that.”

A second passes, and what keeps you company is the smells and heat of the food. Then Gwendolion clears her throat. “Master…?”

“Gwen?”

“I want to see a movie with you again.”

“A movie?” Since the sense of danger has been practically washed all away after your impromptu meeting with Scarlet, the ARS boogeyman that turned out to have a mind of its own. “We could do that. What is it?”

“You’re going to laugh when I tell you,” Gwendolion hesitates with a slight laugh.

“Only if it warrants a laugh,” you point at the cutting, prompting her to return to her preparation.

“It’s an animated movie I saw being advertised while walking in a little bit ago. I’m sure it’s still showing.”

Somehow, you weren’t surprised to know what type of movie it was, especially after introducing her to the scary one a handful of days ago. “What movie?”

“The Great Adventure of Horus, Prince of the Sun,” without looking at her, you know she’s blushing. The title alone spirals several playful pictures. “It’s Japanese, I think. It was probably sold by the government for publicity purposes. Influence and all that jazz.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right. I’d rather have that than something enforced by artillery and boots,” you move aside and let Gwendolion add her portion into the pot. “You want that to be your reward then?”

She bristles. “Yes, please.”

…

…

The movie theater, as you suspected, was empty. You sat yourselves in the middle row, perfectly aligned with the screen, was had a clean projection displayed on it.

Whether or not you enjoyed the show, you could have given or taken, but it seemed Gwendolion herself was thoroughly enjoying it. She ate the concessions and drank as well. Your knee bounced idly as you steadily grew bored with what was on screen. Your mind wandered to Arabella, Mikko, then Scarlet. Of course, since you’re thinking about girls, Delilah makes an appearance and then you’re introducing perversions to your brain.

Despite that, you’re able to maintain somewhat focused on the movie, and don’t find yourself completely bricked.

You smack your lips and roll your neck, adjusting to your seat. Gwendolion reaches over and places a hand on your thigh. “We’re completely alone in here. Did you notice?”

You look around, seeing rows of dark, empty seats. “No,” you remark. “Now that you mention it, this is really empty…”

Gwendolion relaxes in her seat, snuggling up to you. “It’s nice being alone with you for once.”

“You don’t like being with your sister or Arabella?” You ask, and she replies with a slight squirm at first, but she eventually chases you with a proper answer for watching the animated movie for a few seconds. The concept lost meaning a while ago, so you do not know what’s happening.

“It’s not that I don’t like them, but I’ve never had you to myself like this. It almost feels like we’re on a romantic couple wasting a night together,” she rubs her head against the crook of your neck as she lets out a small giggle. “This is exactly what I would like to do with my boyfriend if I ever had one.”

“That’s fine,” you say. “I mean, you finding you a boyfriend. I don’t own you, despite you calling me a master or whatever.”

“Mmm,” she thinks loudly. “I don’t think I’m ever going to find someone as cool and kind as you. You’re literally the best guy I’ve ever known.”

“There’s better boys out there than me.”

“Shut up,” she laughs slightly. “You are the bestest boy.”

The movie progresses, and you’re unable to slide back into it like you thought you could have. The story means nothing, and the drama seems pointless. What is all this anyway? However, what you do become aware of is how close Gwendolion is to you. Her modest chest is pressing against you, and her warmth is sinking into your clothes.

You’re a little distracted by her, and you don’t reserve any of your lust for her outside the theater room. Not that she was going to notice the slowly growing erection in your pants anyway as you adjusted your head in such a way you could see down her shirt. Gwendolion had an identical twin sister, but her blossoming personality made her different. It was easy to see her spread out for sex on a bed since you’ve been with her a few times before…not to mention other positions with her mentioned twin.

Gwendolion reaches into your lap to retrieve some popcorn, not realizing you had absent-mindedly finished it while you were busy filtering your memories in your mind. You feel her fingers stiffen and her back straighten when she feels the point of your cock through the paper. “Why are you hard?” She asks meekly.

“I’m thinking about you,” you answer. “It’s hard not to when you’re this close to me.”

She makes a noise akin to a purr. “Do you want just to leave and take this somewhere else then?”