Cooking, cooking with love...

After Rose practically dragged Nick into the kitchen to help prepare dinner, things settled down a little in the Master’s Suite.

At least in terms of the sexual tension filling the room, anyway. Mary still had to deal with the prior conflict that she had been grappling with, before Nick’s presence and Dawn’s pheromones had disrupted everything.

“You’re doing the cleaning wrong,” Nola said dismissively from her seat. “You should really let me handle the vacuum.”

Ella’s eye twitched in frustration. She didn’t even WANT to be cleaning the Master’s Suite! If it was up to her, Nola could have the vacuum cleaner as much as she wanted! But her transformation didn’t give her any choice in the matter.

“Nola,” Mary said to the leprechaun, immediately getting the pink-haired girl’s attention so she would stop pestering Ella.

“Yes, Mary? How may I be of assistance?” Nola sprung over to her with shining eyes, eager to help. Just as Mary had hoped.

“…My shoulders are getting a little sore,” Mary said, rubbing her collarbone. “I was wondering if maybe you could-”

“Massage your breasts to get the milk out so you have less weight to carry?” Nola interrupted, making a squeezing motion with her hand. “Yes, right away! I’d be happy to help!”

Mary’s cheeks turned red. “What!? No! I just wanted a shoulder rub, that’s all!”

“Oh… Well, I can help with that, as well!” Nola’s disappointment lasted a microsecond and then she was back and eager to help again.

Mary sighed in relief as she felt Nola’s fingers get to work dealing with the knotted tension in her back. At least this way, the two weren’t fighting.

Ella was still cleaning though. And she wasn’t enjoying it. Her attention had completely drifted. She was either glancing at the clock, or glancing at the kitchen door.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was thinking about, but it was unlikely anyone would know the specifics.

Nick didn’t seem that weird around me… he hardly even noticed I was here. That’s good. That means Rose kept her word, and didn’t tell him about this morning. Ella thought she would be relieved knowing that, but she just felt strange. There was an unpleasant sensation in her heart that she couldn’t describe, it wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before.

Am I… upset? Why? Because Nick didn’t figure out it was me? That was the whole point though! Giving me the chance to do stuff with him, without him knowing I was there. So I could get more comfortable around him!

Well, now Ella was even less comfortable around him. It was like she felt stuck, trapped between wanting Nick to know and not wanting Nick to know.

And considering how split her thoughts already were under the best of circumstances, this really wasn’t helping.

What do I even want? She asked herself as her cleaning slowed down. Do I want him to look at me and just know that it was me? How dumb is that? He just figures out it was me who was touching him and… k-kissing him… and then what? He scoops me up in his arms and he just… just…?

The vacuum cleaner bumped against a cabinet, and Ella jumped. “Weeh!” She gasped, feeling her face heat up. What was she doing!? Thinking about stuff like that when she was supposed to be doing her duty!? She shouldn’t be thinking about Nick right now, she should be focused on cleaning up, like she was supposed to do!

Besides- if the others thought she was behaving strangely, they might guess what was occupying her mind, and if that happened…

…

Ella didn’t even want to think about how she’d react if that happened. Not one bit.

Calm down! She scolded herself. You’re losing it! This morning was just a… what’s the word? An… in… indulgence! That’s it! You were just treating yourself! It-it didn’t matter, not really! So just focus on what DOES matter!

What mattered to Ella was getting this room clean. That was all. And Cinder’s pressure in her head wasn’t helping that.

“Thwap!” She snapped her rubber-band, hoping it would help her calm down a little. It didn’t though, not really.

Ella let out a sigh.

“Something wrong?”

She jumped again and whirled around, nearly tripping over the cord of the vacuum cleaner. How long had Holly been standing right next to her, staring at her with those big brown eyes of hers?!

“…No,” Ella said testily, scrunching up her face into a scowl. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just trying to clean, so could you move please?”

She retook control over the vacuum cleaner and turned it towards Holly, acting like that had naturally been the direction she was going before. Holly stepped aside, still staring at Ella with that inscrutable look of hers.

If Ella didn’t know any better, she’d think Holly could read her mind. But that was impossible, right? Unless… did this girl have a transformation that let her read minds!? No way, Ella would definitely know something like that!

Of course, Ella was correct- Holly did not in fact have a transformation that let her read minds.

But she didn’t need one to see that Ella was definitely distracted by something. The girl had been vacuuming the same patch of carpet for the last five minutes. Holly could see that her thoughts were a million miles away, and being Holly, her default assumption was that the other girl had to be distracted by thoughts about Nick.

It may have been a random assumption brought on by Holly’s own biases, but it was still right on the money.

“Well… if you want to talk, I’m here,” Holly chirped. She had considered pushing the envelope a bit and making Ella reveal the truth, but she knew that probably wouldn’t go well. The last thing she wanted was to upset the other girl. Especially if that brought Cinder out. Nick wouldn’t appreciate her doing something like that, and obviously Holly was too loyal to do anything that her master didn’t want her to do.

…Unless she knew it would turn him on, of course.

Ella was glad to be left alone with her thoughts. But now fantasies of Nick were the furthest thing from her mind. She wished that meant she was back to concentrating on her work, but no- Now she was watching Holly out of the corner of her eye, and fretting over how much the other girl knew.

Holly, in turn, was relishing the piercing gaze of the other woman. While she was a fan of being ignored, she also liked when girls were staring at her. And Ella was one of the few people in Nick’s harem that she still felt somewhat superior to, even in her role as a sex ****.

After all, Ella wasn’t even that to Nick. Not yet, anyway. So she smirked as while sitting back on the couch, wondering what the maid was thinking as she stared at her out of the corner of her eye.

Maybe she’s worried because Nick hasn’t done anything sexual to her yet, Holly considered, noting the low number on Ella’s hand. Could it be she wants me help? Oh, if that isn’t the most adorable thing ever!

She met Ella’s gaze and the other girl stopped for a moment, frozen in place with wide eyes knowing she’d been caught staring.

Holly just winked.

Before anyone could say anything though, the door to the bathroom swung open and Dawn stumbled out. She looked a lot more composed after spending so much time away from Nick, but it was clear that she still wasn’t 100% yet. Her hair was neater and her clothes were flawless again, and she’d even retouched her makeup, but Holly had a sense for these things.

“Hey Dawn, you finally done in there?” Holly laughed, hopping off the couch and going over to her new project, leaving a flustered Ella to stew in her own juices.

As Holly got closer to the cat girl, she wondered if Dawn was still pumping out the pheromones. They didn’t seem to have any effect on her. Whether that was because of her natural state of sexual bliss or the fact that her elimination transformation restricted her to only being aroused by seeing Nick with other women it was hard to say, but as she approached the other woman she still got the answer to her question regardless.

The pheromones coming out of the bathroom were so thick, Holly could swear that they were a visible, dense fog. But of course that was ridiculous. She quickly looked around and saw that no one else seemed to be affected, though, so maybe she was just seeing things.

One thing was for sure- Dawn hadn’t come yet. She hadn’t even touched herself. Holly had enough pride in her senses that she would know for SURE if that had happened.

Better hurry up, master! She giggled to herself. This kitten is ready to pounce!

Dawn may have **** herself to keep her sexual thoughts under control through sheer willpower rather than touching herself, but the same couldn’t be said for Nick. He was still really turned on from the intensity of the date, even if he wasn’t affected by Dawn’s pheromones.

Because he was still being affected by the pheromones Rose was naturally exuding. Something about seeing her in the kitchen, cooking like this, it was just so… tantalizing.

He knew why, of course. Because Rose was taking great care to make sure every action she took emphasized her body for maximum sexuality. Nick never would have thought that someone could make the act of cooking sexy, but damn if Rose wasn’t trying her best.

Then she turned her smoky gaze on him and curled her lips up into a sly smile, and he felt like she just knew what he was feeling.

This was why she brought me in here, wasn’t it? It wasn’t because she wanted my help at all, she just wanted to tease me by practically dry humping the stove!

The fact that Rose hadn’t asked him to do anything other than stand in the corner “and look cute” (her words) supported his theory.

“Nick, be a dear and come here, please?” Rose cooed, beckoning towards him like a siren. Nick walked over to her as casually as he could.

“Yeah, what is it?” He asked. “You need my help?”

“Taste this, please,” Rose said, dipping a spoon into the pot of snow-white soup simmering on the stove. She scooped up a nice spoonful of the creamy soup, and Nick noted a few chunks of vegetable and meat floating in it.

“…What is it?” Nick asked. He wouldn’t put it past Rose to dump a heaping mound of aphrodisiacs in the soup, “just to taste”. But he was only half-kidding.

Rose tittered. “It’s loaded potato soup,” she informed him. “Just give it a try. …Oh, wait!”

She pulled the spoon away before he could taste it, much to his confusion.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “I almost forgot, it’s a little too hot… let me cool it off for you…” She tucked back her hair and brought the spoon up to her glossy lips, parting them slightly. She drew a soft breath and blew gently, causing the creamy liquid to jiggle.

Nick swallowed, feeling his cock harden slightly. She did that on purpose! Conniving minx! She’s doing all this on purpose!

He kept his mouth shut. Because the minute he tried to confirm his suspicions, Rose would give him the most blatant “No duh” expression she could muster.

“There we go,” she cooed, lifting the spoon back up to his lips. “All cooled off for you.”

She was good, he couldn’t deny that.

The soup was also good. But after the feast his eyes had just been privy to, it almost felt lacking in comparison.

“It’s pretty good,” Nick said honestly, swallowing it. “The texture it a little thicker than I’m used to, but I like the flavor.”

“Oh, that’s a relief,” Rose sighed, setting down the spoon and taking note that he’d licked it clean. “I’m really putting my all into this. I’m going to make something that’s really gonna blow them all away!” Her eyes gleamed with determination, and Nick had to smile.

If you wanted Rose to put her heart into something, make her compete against someone else. That was something he’d come to learn (and love) about the woman in front of him.

“You sure you made enough for everyone?” He asked, looking at the pot. “Remember, it’s not just the two of us. You’ve gotta cook for Mary and Holly and Dawn, as well. And Nola, maybe,” he added as an afterthought.

Rose laughed. “Holly can probably subsist solely on sexual tension,” she pointed out.

A valid point, Nick couldn’t really deny that.

“As for Dawn… I’m preparing a custom menu for her, actually,” Rose said. She turned her eyes towards Nick, and suddenly he saw something dangerous flash in them.

He felt a tingle of suspicion trickle down his spine, and frowned. “Rose…” he said warningly. “When you say ‘custom menu’ what are you talking about?”

Rose smirked. Her eyes dropped from his down to the bulge he failed to conceal in his pants, before shooting back up to meet his gaze again.

It was a look that lasted less than a second, but clued Nick in enough to bristle with concern.

“Wait, Rose…” He suddenly had a sinking suspicion he knew what Rose had brought him here for.

“It’s part of my bounty sheet,” Rose informed him, showing him her sheet. She tapped her finger beside one line in particular.

Prepare a Dish for another Contestant with the Master’s Cum as a Key Ingredient – 1500 BP (must be fully consumed to get the reward)

“Loaded potato soup,” she said, stretching out the first word. “Loaded with something very particular, you see…”

Oh great. Nick’s bad feeling turned even worse. He sighed.

“…You arranged this with Dawn ahead of time, right?” He asked, eyeing Rose suspiciously.

Rose looked surprised by his response. “You’re not opposed to it?” She asked, blinking. “I was sure you would put up more of a fight on this.”

Nick shook his head. “If Dawn’s agreed to it, then it’s okay with me,” he said, even though he doubted that Dawn would actually say yes to something this bizarre. At least if she was in her right state of mind. “I mean, if you ask me, I think it’s gross, and I definitely don’t want to be eating anything like that myself, but…”

“Then you’ll do it!?” Rose asked, smiling in exaltation.

Nick narrowed his eyes. Rose was pushing through the conversation, but she still hadn’t confirmed the most important part.

“Rose… Dawn did agree to this, right?” He asked point-blank.

She gave him a disappointed look. “It hurts that you have to ask me that, Nick,” she said quietly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Nick sighed. “I know, you don’t like me doubting you…” But could she really blame him when she teased him the way she did?

“No, it hurts because I really don’t like lying to your face,” Rose clarified.

…Or when she said stuff like that?

“Rose!”

“Kidding, kidding!” She laughed, holding up her hands. She brought out an empty pot, smaller than the one on the stove. “Look Nick, I think… you don’t want me to answer that question.”

“Huh?” Nick looked at her in confusion. But before he realized that her statement was meant to disarm him, it was too late. Rose had already closed the distance between the two of them, and her fingers her already running across his hard-on. She stroked him with one hand while the other worked down his zipper, and all the while those bright blue eyes of hers never left his.

“You’re so hard, and you’ve only gotten harder since you learned about my plan,” Rose breathed into his ear. “It’s turning you on, isn’t it? Serving sweet, mature, straight-laced Dawn soup prepared with your special stock. All while she’s none the wiser. Just picture it… we’re all gathered around the table, talking to each other and enjoying the meal, and all the while Dawn’s so confused because her dinner tastes a little different than she expected… saltier… creamier… It’s a familiar flavor, but as smart as she is, she just can’t figure it out… oh, she’ll think about it, but that rational side of her will keep telling her ‘No way. It can’t be. They wouldn’t do something like that.’ but… we would.”

Nick swallowed. Rose had fished out his cock by this point and was really stroking him now, her whispered plans tingling in his ear and supplementing the pleasure she was giving him in the most agonizingly delicious way.

“You know she’ll like it,” Rose continued, her voice dropping into an even huskier tone. “She likes the taste of your cum, you know she does. She’ll know something’s wrong, but she won’t care, because it’ll be the best soup she’s ever had. I wonder… do you think she’ll finish the whole thing off before she figures out the truth? I think she just might. She might be smart, but she’s terribly unperceptive.”

That was true, when it came to stuff like this, Dawn would probably wouldn’t notice. And there was something about that idea that was so hot, too. Something so deliciously taboo and naughty about feeding a woman soup made with his cum without her knowing.

“I-I can’t do that,” Nick gasped out. “That’s wrong, Rose, we can’t just do something like that to her!” He had to put his foot down and make it clear he wasn’t okay with this.

But he didn’t push Rose away, either.

“Of course, of course, we wouldn’t do something like that,” Rose said in that dismissive, patronizing tone of hers that told him yes, she absolutely would do something like that. “But it would be so much hotter if we did… come on, Nick… you have to agree with me, that seeing Dawn eat the whole thing without knowing… it’s got… ooh! Oh, wow, you’re throbbing!”

She broke character for a fraction of a second, surprised by how much Nick’s cock seemed to respond to the idea.

Nick groaned at his treasonous member and shook his head. In spite of his attempt to do the right thing, his body was encouraging Rose’s bad behavior, and that was the worst thing you could do to Rose.

“It’s okay, just admit you want me to do it,” Rose cooed into his ear. Her stroking intensified as she felt his cock throb harder between her fingers. “You don’t want to want it… but you do. And that’s why you have me. To be the naughty little minx… the bad girl who mixes up a creamy little treat for your favorite kitty without her knowing. Just give in, Nick… it won’t be your fault, it’ll be all me, the bad little temptress who got you to-”

“_Agh, Rose!” Nick groaned out, interrupting her as he went over the edge. “I’m cumming!”

Rose reacted immediately. She tightened her grip on the base of Nick’s shaft to halt his ejaculation, and reached around with her other hand to push him towards the pot. She angled the head of his cock towards its target, and loosened her grip, giving him a few more good strokes just to finish the job.

Nick couldn’t hold on. With a groan he emptied his load into the pot, holding onto the counter to keep his balance. If he tried, he might have been able to muscle Rose out of the way and foil her dastardly plans, but his body refused to listen.

Rose let him go and he stumbled back, taking a few seconds to catch his breath. As he did, Rose held up the pot and sampled the key ingredient to her special soup.

“Mm,” she said, licking her finger. “Perfect consistency and flavor. Dawn’s just going to love this!”

Nick sighed in defeated resignation. When Rose set her mind to something, there was no stopping her. He just had to hope that this was just another game to titillate him, and that she and Dawn actually had agreed to this beforehand.