Fi returns to her duties.

With her extra task complete, she returns to her usual work in the manor. Though things proceed as normal all the way past noon, that doesn't mean they're easy. Thankfully nobody notices how she's walking funny, or she's acting more flustered now. She hasn't orgasmed in a long time--ever since she swore that vow of chastity. It's never been a complete cake walk, but things have been fine until this job. Her desires are overflowing (in more ways than one), and her lack of relief is starting to become unbearable.

Is it just me? I must be the most impure maiden in the world. I can't believe I'm struggling so much to control myself.

She carries the laundry, sweeps the floor, dusts the shelves--it's a productive day otherwise. Her burning itch starts to fade, though never fully. She starts to worry if there will come a point to where she can never return to normal after being teased so much. The thought of being horny for the rest of her life fills her with dread, so she heads to the servants' quarters to eat dinner with the others. They're actually kept fed very well, and it's all completely free of charge. She sinks her teeth into a tasty salmon and munches on some steamed vegetables as well. She isn't one of the cooks--her duties pertain more to cleaning and general care-taking of the building itself--so she's free to relax and dig right in. The warm food fills her belly and almost calms her body down.

After she finishes, she leans back with a happy sigh of relief. She hardly has any cleaning jobs left before she can sleep, but either one should distract her from the day's earlier embarrassments.

Fi sits up from her chair and pushes it in, but before she walks away, a young human man speaks up.

"Hey, Fi. How have you been settling in so far?" he asks.

"Oh. I've been doing well." She gulps. "The people are are incredibly kind to me. I hope I can continue to be a worth-while employee here at the manor."

He chuckles. "You're so polite, and you seem to be working hard. I don't think that'll be a problem."

"The lord's sons are rather... open, are they not?"

"I'm not sure I understand."

"I mean they don't seem to get embarrassed. They don't show any fear. It's like they're completely comfortable doing or saying whatever. I envy them. By comparison, I feel so shy."

"Oh yeah. I know what you mean. But I guess that's what comes with such a safe, luxurious lifestyle."

An older woman whispers from the side. "And they're handsome hunks without too much going on upstairs."

"Hey now," the boy replies.

So they are just total himbos. They're both probably right though. Maybe that's what happens when you live without any need to feel fear. Though I shouldn't assume so much. I barely know them. Maybe they're so open because they know someone wouldn't ever try something with them.

"I should get moving. I just have a couple more rooms to dust," Fi explains.

"You're going to overwork yourself, dear," speaks the woman again. "You know you can leave some thing for the next day."

"I know. But I have some energy left." Really, I just want something to focus on that isn't boys.

With that, she departs from their quarters and heads back into the hall.