She starts dinner, and then helps her master.

Kioko bowed slightly as she watched her master walk deeper into the apartment. The situation was not untenable, but it was not what she would call ideal. He accepted her, tentatively at least, so it was a start. If she could show him just how useful she could be, he'd reconsider trying to get rid of her.

Cooking was one of Kioko’s stronger talents, so it was an easy place to start. Looking around the pantry, however, she was dismayed to see what was available. Hiro did mention his hardships with money, so it made sense for his pantry to be rather bare, but Kioko didn't let that discourage her. Scrounging around for what she could, she managed to pull together a simple chicken noodle soup, as bare bones as it was. It was barely more than chicken, noodles, and potatoes, but she had to work with what was on hand. Hiro thankfully had a host of spices she could use, many of them looking to have gone untouched. It seemed her master wasn't much for cooking, though that did work in her favor, it was one more way for her to be useful.

Leaving the pot to stew on the stovetop, she was left with the question of what to do next. She had finished cleaning the room and even found the motivation to wash the dishes. Yet that didn’t feel like enough to her. She could go to clean his room, but entering her master’s personal quarters without his permission could be disastrous.

There was…one thing she could do. Just the thought of it turned her red in the face, the embarrassment flushing over her. She had known going in this was likely to happen, but was she really going to be the one to initiate it? The way Hiro looked at her, she could see the spark of interest when she first offered, one slight push would be all that it would take. It wasn’t like he would be a bad first either, he was young, good-looking, empathetic; he was as ideal of a partner that she could ask for, and yet, she found herself hesitating. Kioko stared blankly at where her master disappeared, her tail flicking from side to side in a nervous gesture.

Hiro let out an exasperated sigh, sinking into the heat of the tub. What the hell was he going to do now? He was barely making ends meet with just him, and now the scarlet bitch dropped this girl on him. Why? Was she purposely trying to make him fail? He didn’t know, but it didn’t much matter. If he didn’t figure something out, he and this girl Kioko would both starve. It still didn’t feel right to him, being Kioko’s supposed ‘owner.’ Back where he came from, the thought of one person owning another was downright vile. And yet, here, it seemed perfectly normal, natural even if Kioko was to be believed.

He couldn’t deny that having someone else around to talk to wouldn’t be the worst thing. Since his arrival, he had been mostly on his own. And he could have thought of less…appealing company to have been stuck with. Kioko was a rather attractive-looking girl, or Demi, as he should get used to saying. Long black hair, impressive chest, and curvacious body had a rather striking appeal that he found hard to resist. This was all not mentioning the addition of her cat features. The way her ears twitched and her tail swayed added a cute charm to the whole ensemble, making the attraction he felt even harder to resist.

Shaking his head, Hiro steeled his nerves, knowing he couldn’t let himself fall into his urges. He simply held too much power over her. It would leave her with little recourse but to accept any advances he made, whether she wanted to or not. Even putting aside the morality of it, which he couldn’t, taking advantage of her like that didn’t sit right with him. He wasn’t about to **** himself on a girl who, in his eyes, had **** but to grit her teeth and accept her fate. That may be the norm in this world, but Hiro strived to be better. He would, under no circumstance, make any sexual advances towards her.

“Um, Master, would you like me to wash your back?” Hiro’s head swiveled around, startled to hear the woman’s voice in the bathroom. His eyes practically fell out of his head at the scene before him. Kioko stood in the doorway, her face a bright red as her tail nervously swayed side to side. That would be fine if it weren’t for the small, insignificant fact that she was wearing absolutely nothing. Her hands clutched a towel to her chest, squishing it slightly as she held it against her form. It draped down her slender body, the curves of her hips and stomach peeking out from the sides, dropping down to her high thighs. While nothing was technically shown, it was still the most erotic scene Hiro had ever seen. Kioko wouldn’t meet his gaze as she looked at the ground, shifting uneasily on her feet. Hiro stared for a moment, then, realizing he was staring, quickly turned his entire body away from the naked beauty. The sudden movement splashed water onto the floor, but that was the least of Hiro’s worries at the moment.

“I-I-I’m good. Y-you don’t need to d-do that.” He stammered, his head spinning. His cheeks had flushed to a similar shade of red as hers, though they weren’t the only things to flush with blood at the sight. Still looking away, he heard the soft pitter-patter of her footsteps, and they were coming closer. Hiro, not sure how to react, sat frozen in place, suddenly very thankful for the murky water of the tub.

“It’s alright Master,” Kioko said softly, the voice right behind him now. “It’s no trouble at all, I’m happy to help.” Her words were precise, if not a little shaky as she spoke. Hiro didn’t answer, he couldn't, his mind in too much of a frenzy to do anything as complicated as speaking. He was still trying to comprehend what was happening, Hiro simutainiously in shock and disbelief. This was something straight out of his wildest dreams, out of some random hentai he had watched. Had the never-ending nightmare that was his life sunk so low that it spilled over, overflowing to the opposite end?

A wet washcloth pressed against his back, Hiro flinching in surprise at the sudden touch. “Sorry, was that cold, Master?”

“N-no, it’s fine.” His mind blurted out, as if that was the issue with the whole situation. Kioko released a heavenly giggle that poked at his brain in all the right places, then she started rubbing his back. Should…he stop her? A part of him said yes, though that wasn’t the part that was currently in control of his body. He sat helpless as Kioko tenderly washed his back, methodically scrubbing up and down from shoulders to hips. The sensation felt nice to Hiro, never before feeling anything of the like. He had never had a girlfriend, nevermind have ever been in a situation quite like this, so this was completly new to him. It brought a sense of closeness and longing that he had craved for during his single life. Soon she was finished and moved to his arms, holding one up as she scrubbed down its length. It came to Hiro’s realization that she was using two hands to wash him, his mind coming to the obvious conclusion of where the towel from before must have gone. He wastch her slender arms delicately wash his upper arms, practically massaging them in the process of bathing him.

“How is it, Master?” She whispered into his ear. “Is this…enjoyable for you?” Hiro was unable to answer as Kioko moved on to his forearms, leaning her body into his back. The shielding towel from before had indeed vanished, Hiro definitively feeling two round orbs pressing into him. One head swam as the other sprang to life, engorging itself at the sensual touch. Kioko giggled again, the sound just as heavenly as before.

Kioko didn’t need Hiro to answer her last question, his reaction answering clearer than any words could. Even through the murky water, Kioko could see the joyous reaction she was instilling in him. The dark silhouette of her master's manhood pulsed slightly with her movements, sending spurts of lust coursing through her body. She was quietly thankful that her master kept his eyes forward, as she was unsure she could be so bold under his gaze. Kioko had honestly surprised herself at how assertive she was acting, never envisioning doing such an act in any of the many, many fantasies she had thought up. Yet, despite the embarrassment and nerves, Kioko smiled brightly through the entire task. A fulfilling feeling welled up inside of her as she observed her master’s reactions, enjoying the process as much as he surely was. Though, as much enjoyment she got out of the act, this...wasn’t enough for her. Kioko took a deep breath, steeling her nerves for what she was about to do next.

Leaning deeper into her master, Kioko positioned herself so that his arm sank into the crevice between her breasts. His muscles stiffened, which was just the kind of reaction she wanted to see. Not only that, but it was also cute as hell. Emboldened by his response, she looked into her master’s eyes, tilting her head slightly. “Is everything alright Master?” she asked in a slightly teasing manner, using her hands to continue washing his arms.

“Um…uh, yes.” He answered, his eyes rapidly moving up and down between her eyes and chest. His arm was completely enveloped by her wonderful pair of tits, the plush softness feeling like clouds as they morphed around him. “You…really don’t have to do this, you know?” Hiro managed to respond, though the words lacked conviction, coming out shakier than he would have like. Hearing his response Kioko’s own senses flared, but even roiling inside, Kioko did her best to stay leveled and calm as she spoke.

“I know. I w-want to do this master.” She stuttered, but ignored it as she continued. “I can stop...if you’d like?” Hiro absently bit his lip, his mind fighting a fierce battle inside his head. Waiting for an answer, Kioko placed her hand on his chest. She could feel an intense heat radiating outwards, along with the furious beating of his heart. This was it. She thought to herself. I'm going to do it, there's no going back. With only the slightest hesitation, Kioko began to glide her hand down his stomach, slowly reaching for the darkened silhouette of her master sex. Hiro's eyes widened, though his body still refused to move. I need to stop her. He thought to himself. I can't let her do this, it's just not right.