It Seems That the Slave Girl Is Actually a Count's Daughter. - Episode 19: A Stimulating Morning

Episode 19: A Stimulating Morning 

When I returned to my room feeling refreshed, Pamela had prepared a cold fruit drink for me after my bath. As expected of my thoughtful wife. 

“Here you go, El-sama.” 

“Thanks, Pamela. After drinking this, let’s study summoning magic until bedtime.” 

“Yes! I will absolutely master it, no matter what!” 

Pamela clenched her fists and declared with determination. While she had accepted that she couldn’t master it in a single day, it seemed she still felt frustrated about it. Seeing her like that, I felt even more motivated to teach her properly. 

Since today’s training had likely consumed a lot of her mana, I decided to sleep earlier than yesterday to avoid carrying any fatigue into tomorrow. 

Just like last night, we held hands as we lay down on the bed. 

Tomorrow morning, I won’t make the same mistake as today. I need to wake up properly. Wake up! Wake up! Actually, why doesn’t Shiro just wake me up like usual? Why didn’t he do it today? 

“Shiro, make sure to wake me up properly tomorrow.” 

“Ehh~? Why don’t you have Pamela wake you up instead?” 

“There’s no need to worry, El-sama. I will take full responsibility and wake you up. Are you planning to wake up early tomorrow?” 

No, that’s not the problem. I don’t know what I might do while half-asleep, and I need to prevent that… 

Pamela, lying beside me, had a serious expression. She was completely ready to follow orders. There was no way I could refuse her now… 

“No, the same time as this morning is fine. Even if we start training early, mana is limited. It’s better to get proper rest and recover instead.” 

At this point, whatever happens, happens. I’ll just have to trust myself. 

That night, I had trouble falling asleep. 

And no, it wasn’t because Pamela’s face was right next to mine, her soft breathing tickling my ear. Nor was it because of the pleasant scent drifting from her direction. Definitely not. 

—

A soft, warm glow flickered behind my closed eyelids, like a gentle breeze. Just a little longer… 

Something soft was beneath my head. Warmer and more comfortable than my usual pillow. When did I buy such a pillow? 

My hand was grasping something—something even softer than a steamed bun. Smooth and silky. 

I squeezed it tightly, and a small yelp—“Hyaun!”—rang out. 

My eyes snapped open instantly. 

Looking up, I saw Pamela’s face right in front of me. It was redder than a ripe apple. 

It seemed… she was letting me use her lap as a pillow. 

And—moving at the speed of light—I released whatever I had been holding. That sensation… there was no mistaking it. 

A br3ast. A bare br3ast. 

The other day, she had at least been wearing a sheer negligee under her bathrobe. But last night… she had apparently been completely naked. 

My thoughts were completely incinerated. It was as if a fire spell had been cast on them. 

My lips moved soundlessly. What should I say? My mind had gone totally blank. 

“G-Good morning, El-sama. Did you sleep well last night?” 

“Ah… yeah. Thanks to you, I slept really well.” 

Pamela’s eyes widened with joy, and she covered her mouth with both hands. 

“I’m so happy.” 

Seeing her melting into a blissful expression, I instinctively pulled her into a hug. 

Crap. My body moved on its own. What am I supposed to do now? Is this… the right response? 

But before I could dwell on it, Pamela wrapped her arms around my back. 

Maybe she was embarrassed because she buried her face firmly against my chest. 

We stayed like that for a while, until she calmed down. 

—

Pamela hummed cheerfully as she prepared breakfast. 

A short distance away, I confronted Shiro with a bitter expression. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” 

“Because Pamela insisted that she’d do it herself. But you didn’t exactly hate it, did you?” 

“…You…” 

I couldn’t say another word. The memory of that sensation flashed in my mind. And I felt an odd tingle in my lower abdomen. 

Sure, it felt nice. But since I had done it unconsciously, I couldn’t shake the guilt. 

“Shiro, please… I’m begging you. Wake me up yourself. Mornings are way too intense.” 

“…Coward.” 

“I don’t care if you call me that—just do it.”

I bowed my head. Normally, one wouldn’t bow to their summoned beast. But I would. For the sake of my own sanity. 

“Alright, I get it. I’ll do my best.” 

“What will you do your best at, Shiro-chan?” 

Pamela had finished preparing breakfast and brought over a plate. On it, steaming hot ham and sunny-side-up eggs sat proudly. It was as if it was demanding admiration. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Let’s eat. As expected, this is delicious.” 

Placing the ham and eggs on freshly baked bread and taking a bite—it was absolutely divine. 

Recently, the market had started selling a slightly tangy, faintly yellow dressing with a unique flavor. And it paired perfectly with the meal. 

Seeing me enjoy it, Pamela looked pleased. She copied me and placed her portion on the bread as well before taking a bite. 

It might be considered too simple a meal for a noble. But she didn’t seem to mind at all. 

Watching her take happy bites, cheeks puffed out, she resembled a small woodland creature nibbling on its food.