A Suprise Visit

Psshhhhhhhhhh…

Shuichi opened his eyes as a muffled hissing sound broke him out of his slumber. He looked around, worried that there might be some sort of gas or water leak, and saw what looked like steam starting to billow into his bedroom from the main section of his apartment. He groaned, rolled out of bed, and stepped into a pair of slippers over his work shoes as he shuffled over in confusion to see what was happening.

“What the heck? Is something on fi-” Shuichi trailed off, as he found the silver-haired Peko Pekoyama in the middle of his living room with an ironing board, pressing his work clothes as nonchalantly as if they were her own.

“Ah, hello, Mr. Saihara. Good morning,” she said in a soft voice, smiling at him as she continued working.

“Peko!? Uh, good morning… but… ho-how did you get in here?” He asked, still wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

“That would be the same way I got in yesterday: picking the lock. You would be alarmed at how insecure the vast majority of them are in complexes like this.” The swordswoman, now finished, hung up his suit coat on a nearby hanger, and folded his shirt, pants, and tie neatly in a pile by the table.

“Hey, that’s not going to damage the lock, will it? I really can’t afford to get it replaced right now…” he asked, worried. “Also… what are you doing here? I don’t remember telling you to do this.”

“Ah, but you did; last night you said that I could ‘serve you as much as I want in the morning, did you not? Well, I’m here now, and serving is exactly what I intend to do.” Peko then gestured to Shuichi’s kitchen countertop, where a few bags of groceries and a bowl of hot miso soup were waiting for him. “I saw you had a rather bare refrigerator, so in order to make you breakfast, I went out and bought a few groceries.”

“You didn’t need to do that; I could have just made my own breakfast, you know,” the flustered young man said. “Plus, I’d… really prefer it if you didn’t spend money on me like that.”

Peko’s pleasant smile drooped a little bit. “I am sorry; are you upset with me for doing so? I simply wanted to start off on the right foot as your servant.”

“No, no, I can’t say that I’m upset. Really you’ve… just done me a really big favor, here.” Shuichi felt his stomach start to grumble as he stared at the soup. “But… please don’t do this again without my permission, all right? I’ll eat with you in a bit, I’ve got to go wash up.”

The woman adjusted her glasses and nodded. Shuichi walked to the bathroom and was about to begin stripping down before getting into the shower before he realized Peko had followed him in.

“Gaaah! Peko, what are you doing?” he cried, startled.

“I just thought you might need a bathing assistant. After all, the miso soup might go cold by the time you are finished with your shower if you do not have any help,” she replied in a perfectly serious tone. “I did this with my master, Fuyuhiko, all the time, and a person in his position would certainly have told me if he objected to such a thing.”

As if to demonstrate, she began to pull off her own clothes without any shame, revealing her pale, fit body, and turned on the shower. “Does this temperature feel right?”

Shuichi hesitated. There was nothing strictly wrong about what she was doing for him, but it all felt so… alien, somehow. He’d showered with a few women before, but the fact that she felt obligated to do this made it feel a little off. Still, his fear of being rude won out in the end, and he relented. “Ah, um… sure, that feels fine. Just… be sure to do my back well, okay?”

Peeling off his clothes and stepping into the relaxing hot water of the shower, Shuichi immediately tried to keep his focus away from his cleaning partner. “Just don’t look at her, and you’ll be fine…” he said in his head, and then flinched as he felt her strong hands press against his shoulders, beginning to lather up his body with soap. Things only got even more excruciating for Shuichi as he felt her breasts press against his back, letting him know just how round and soft they were despite how he avoided staring at them before. Trying not to focus on how that felt, he put some shampoo in his own hands and began scrubbing his hair.

After a few moments, however, he heard her ask a question he dreaded: “I’m done with your back. Would you please turn around?” He winced, and slowly began to turn around, keeping his eyes on the floor of the shower as he continued scrubbing his hair.

Peko paused for a moment as she worked his bar of soap through her hands, lathering up before getting back to work, her surprisingly strong hands rubbing over his chest and working downwards. As she approached his hips, Shuichi was beginning to succumb to the wonderful sensations and unavoidable presence of the woman in his shower and could feel his manhood threatening to stiffen.

“Hey! Er, hey Peko, w-would you mind turning the temperature down… a bit? It’s getting a bit hot in here…” he asked, a bit more loudly than he intended.

“Of course.” She answered curtly and released him from her grasp. Much to the aroused office worker’s dismay, however, she had to bend over to turn the shower handle, presenting him with an unobstructed view of her rear end. He closed his eyes and hurriedly began rinsing the shampoo out of his hair.

Peko, turning around once more, looked at him in confusion. “Master Shuichi, why are you closing your eyes so tightly?”

“B-because I… got some shampoo in my eye as I was rinsing it out! I think I can finish up the rest of the way, thank you Peko,” he quickly lied.

“Ah; my apologies. I promise not to let that happen to you again,” Peko said before once again returning to washing Shuichi’s body - though, even with the temperature down, he couldn’t help but still feel hot as she washed every nook and cranny she could reach. By that point, it really was impossible to stay soft as he got an eyeful of her perfect body. It was no wonder that she was able to keep up with both Mukuro and Maki; every single part of her was strong and fit, and there wasn’t so much as a single blemish on her pale skin. But, even as she washed around his erection and felt it brush and twitch against her arms, she somehow remained professional and focused on the task at hand.

“Alright, I believe that is everything,” Peko announced as she stood up straight. “Are you satisfied, Master Saihara?”

“Y-yeah; thank you, Peko. You did a wonderful job,” Shuichi gasped.

“It was nothing, Mr. Saihara,” Peko said with a deep bow before finally turning her attention to his cock. “By the way, would you like me to help you orgasm before we leave? I know your breakfast is more likely to get cold, but I understand that morning orgasms in the shower are somewhat of a tradition among Japanese men.”

“G-gah!?” Shuichi gasped and nearly fell over from how casually she said that. “N-no thank you; I don’t have enough time before work anyway.”

“Very well then.” Peko turned off the shower and opened the curtains for him. “The offer remains open at all times, however.”

She then proceeded to rub Shuichi down with a dry towel and dress him up in the suit that she had just finely cleaned. Then, to help make sure her work wasn’t tarnished, she stuffed a napkin in the front of his shirt as she sat down to eat her soup.

“Oh, wow, this is… actually really good!” Shuichi said with a smile as he took another sip of the soup.

“Thank you - it’s an old Kuzuryu recipe,” she replied. “They say that only lords are worthy of tasting something like this.”

“I can certainly see why it got that reputation,” Shuichi replied before he looked around the room. “Ah - now, where did I leave my briefcase?”

“I have it ready for you right here, Master,” Peko answered, putting his briefcase on the counter and opening it. “I even organized everything for you to be as space efficient as possible; that way if we need to take anything home from your office, we won’t need any extra bags.”

“Oh, wow - that was really considerate of you.” Shuichi shut the briefcase and returned to his soup. “Wait… did you just say ‘we’?”

“Well, yes; of course, I did,” she replied. “Just because you are going to work does not mean that my obligations cease. In fact, they only increase as I need to be there to support you and make sure that no harm or inconvenience falls on you.”

“No, no, absolutely not!” Shuichi said in a panic, dropping his soup spoon. “You can’t come with me to work!”

“But… you are going to spend most of your day there, are you not?” Peko asked, a bit of worry appearing in her voice. “How am I supposed to serve you if we are apart for so long?”

“I don’t know, but… I absolutely cannot afford to have anyone find out about you, or what happened to me yesterday. My friends will never look at me the same way again, and I could lose my job!” Shuichi sighed. “Look, I know you really want to help me, but there’s just no way around this. So how about you just… stay here and look after my apartment, okay? Keep cleaning, have dinner ready for me when I get home, and make sure no one- er, no one else breaks in. Does that sound good?”

“I…” Peko bit her tongue. “If that is what you wish, my Master, then I will ensure your home is well-guarded.”

Shuichi nodded with an innocent smile and finished his soup. “Ahh, that really was great, Peko. Thank you; even if this is all that you do for me each day, that would be more than enough for me.”

“If you say so, Master Shuichi. But please do not hesitate to ask me for more; it is my duty, after all.” Peko replied. She stood up, cleared his dishes, and waved goodbye as he picked up his briefcase and departed for work. True to her word, she walked over to the closet, grabbed a broom, and began to sweep up around his apartment.

“Master Fuyuhiko, am I really making you proud, doing only this?” Peko thought aloud.

“And you failed your obligation to me when you attacked an innocent without even considering an alternative. You didn’t even think about checking the trunk of his car either, did ya? If you had just done that, then all of this would have been avoided!” Fuyuhiko’s voice echoed in her head. “And now, you can make up for your mistake.”

Those words continued to ring ceaselessly in Peko’s mind as she finished cleaning the rest of Shuichi’s apartment. As it was a small flat, this barely took her any time at all, and soon she found herself sitting by Shuichi’s window, staring out into the bustling city outside.

“...” Peko glanced over at Shuichi’s broom as it lay next to his front door, almost mocking her with its impotence. “Is this really the best that I can do for my new Master? The best that I can do to honor my clan?” Peko stood up, picked the broom up again… and then tossed it to the ground. “No. I don’t think it is.”

Without a moment's hesitation, she left Shuichi’s home, locked the door behind her with Shuichi’s spare key, and began heading back to the nearest bus stop. “Let’s see… he works over at C.O. Inc., right? Fortunately for him, my profession requires that I own quite a lot of professional suits…”