The day comes to a close.

After some time of absorbing everything that happened, Trevor finally pulls himself up and makes himself presentable once again. He steps out into the hall and peers around. Nobody seems to be nearby. He begins his search for cleaning supplies, though he doesn't have to travel far, as a mop and bucket filled with water have been set nearby presumably for him to grab. The reflection of his face stare back at him as he peers down to the crystal clear water, and he takes hold of the mop's shaft to lift and gently push down into the bucket.

I'm glad I can make it up to Dalaworth in some way. Cleaning isn't so bad. Anything I can do to help, I'll do. It's actually kind of relaxing. Actually, body has never felt this relieved... but I shouldn't take any solace in what I did! That's why I'm mopping to begin with. I'm sorry, everyone. I'll do my best to overcome Dalaworth's training and become a better man because of it.

He hums to himself and he continues down the hallway. A couple hours pass by without him even realizing. Before he's aware, his stomach grumbles, reminding him that it's already time for dinner. The floors are shining. While he wasn't nearly able to clean the entire house, he was able to mop the halls, and he did a pretty good job in his opinion. It's honest work. With a nod, he leans the mop against the wall and makes his way to the kitchen.

Sniff sniff. Something smells good, and Trevor can't help but lick his lips. Up ahead, he can hear the sound of sizzling meat.

A figure comes into view as he turns the corner and enters the room. Dalaworth's kitchen is rather advanced. The stove appears to have magical symbols present on the surface to allow one to cook special dishes upon high levels of heat without placing the food inside. There's a steel pan resting over the element--bacon inside, emitting a delectable aroma and an appetizing noise. Though his eyes quickly move to a different meal--one lower down, belonging to the cook responsible.

Yuki's bare rear is fully in view, occasionally obscures by her ever-moving set of fluffy tails. The same goes for her unclothed back. She's wearing nothing but a white apron, and after a moment, she turns her gaze slowly to meet with Trevor's and grants him a warm smile.

"Sorry!" Trevor shouts. "I didn't know--"

"Just in time. I'm not much of a cook I admit, but I wanted to make you something tasty to eat as a way of saying thank you," she replies.

"... Huh? Thank you for what?"

She giggles. "I think you already know the answer to that."

"I just--"

Once again, she cuts him off. She turns to reveal her sexy figure hardly covered by the piece of white fabric tied around her neck and lower back. Though her bust isn't as large as Dalaworth's or Sabri's, she's no washboard either, and the tease of her body would have brought him to his knees if done earlier. Thankfully, he was able to relieve quite a lot of the pressure stored within him, though it seems like the scales are tipping back once again.

He lets out a quiet gasp as a tingle shoots through his body. Already, he's getting aroused again, but he thinks hard about what Dalaworth said earlier. He must resist, just as he was trying to before. Still... I'm reacting quickly. I should have more willpower than this, shouldn't I?! This house is going to be the death of me.

"Now sit down," she says. Yuki turns back around again. She sways her ass left and right as she works on a dish he's unable to see. Her smooth, pristine cheeks almost seem to shimmer off the kitchen lights--golden fluffy tails dancing over her skin, nearly tempting him to touch. When she turns, he gets a tease of her sideboob cleavage, and unlike a girl like Sabri or Vika, the worst part isn't even her body. It's how seductively aware she is that she's breaking him. Whenever she catches him staring, she shoots him a smirk and a piercing glance as if it say, "You like it, don't you?" It brings a shiver down his spine.

He does as he's instructed and awaits his meal.

The apron hangs rather low as well. It's loose and clearly not the right size, or it isn't tied up as much as it's meant to be. This is even more apparent when she begins her walk over to the table with a plate in her hand. She bends down to set it before him, nearly revealing a little too much as the apron droops. Two scrumptious snacks--a kitsune, and a steaming sandwich of some sort awaiting his mouth.

Contrary to how he's used to seeing them, this sandwich's buns are round. It has a patty of meat, the bacon she was frying, lettuce, tomato, and cheese. It smells amazing as well.

"Eat up~," she whispers.

"Th-Thank you for the food!" he blurts out and looks straight down at his plate. With a deep inhale through his nose, he clutches the food within his hand and brings it to his lips. He has to open his mouth rather wide, but he takes a large bite and chews. "Mmm... Wow," he mumbles with his mouth filled.

Yuki smiles wide. "You like it?" Her eyes shine with excitement. It's a look he isn't used to seeing from her. She turns back to the counter and begins to tidy up, humming happily to herself as she moves.

"I do, yeah. What is it?" he asks.

"It's called a hamburger. See, it's actually pretty similar to certain sandwiches I've seen, though the history of this particular style is shrouded in mystery. Was it named after a person? A place? Nobody really knows."

"Interesting. I had no idea you were into food culture."

She draws a hand back through her hair. "I find history to be quite fascinating... though I'm not nearly as intelligent as Dalaworth."

"Well I didn't know about this hamburger, so you must be smarter than me."

Yuki becomes silent after that, and for the rest of the time it takes to devour the meal. She continues to tidy up as he eats. Though when he's finished and leans back in his chair, she finally returns a gaze to him. She watches for a moment--smiling, observing. She finally makes her way over and stands at the other end of the table until he notices.

"Oh. Thank you again," Trevor says.

Her nose is pink. She stares deeply into his eyes, and slowly, she slides her hands up her apron to cup them around her chest. "Since you learned something about me, how about I learn about you, hmm?"

"Uh. Y-Yeah that makes sense. What do you want to know?"

"Why are you getting nervous? It must be my outfit. If you'd like, I can undo these strings and take it off..."

"No! It's fine. Please don't do that."

She giggles and squeezes her chest tight. "Well here's my real question. Do you like breasts?"

"Yuki, I don't know how--"

"I'm just teasing. I know you do, though I doubt you'll admit it to me." She licks her lips. "You're a healthy young man who is very obviously into women. I think it's Sabri that knows that better than anyone now... It took Vika quite a bit of time to wash her."

"I-I'm so sorry!" he pleads.

She brings her hands back down and waves one dismissively. "Calm down. She loved every second of it. Then let me ask you something else. This is a challenge question. Make a list. Smallest chest to largest in the house."

"Wait, what?"

"I know you can. You've been staring long enough."

"No, I can't!"

Yuki sticks out her tongue playfully. "If you don't try to answer, I'll take my apron off~."

He clenches his teeth. "I... Okay fine. I guess it's y-you first, and then Vika, Sabri, and Dalaworth is the largest..."

She pushes her arms together, squishing her tits between them. "Are you saying I'm flat?"

"No, not at all!"

"Not at all, hmm?" She turns back to the counter, though there isn't much else left to clean. The more likely reason why she facing away again might lay below the waist, as her hips sway slowly back and forth as she hums to herself once again. Then after a moment, she turns one eye back to him. "Size isn't everything. Right?"

"Wh-What?" he mutters.

"Though I don't think you need to worry about that one."

"I don't know what--"

"You missed one, though it isn't your fault. There's another girl with a chest about the same size as mine, though if we were to strip naked in front of you, and push our bare, hot bodies together, I think you'd find mine to be very slightly larger."

"Why that mental image?" he asks quietly.

"It goes Rava, me, Vika, Sabri, and Dalaworth. Though if you think mine aren't as big, we can measure like I said..."

"I trust you!"

"Thank you for eating my food, Trevor," she says softly. "You should try and get some rest soon. Good luck... I have a feeling you'll have some restless nights." She begins walking past him, though stops directly beside him. She leans down and whispers into his ear. "But my room is always open if you need some help."

"I'm okay!" he accidentally shouts. "Th-Thank you though."

She chuckles once more before making her way out of the kitchen. There's a poof of swirling clouds in that direction, but he doesn't dare to look for even a second.