Agatha’s POV
I woke up in the hospital the next morning.
I heard that my boss took me to the hospital and even paid my bill. Now feeling good and strong, I went back to the condominium. However, no one was home.
“I couldn’t remember what happened.”
Embarrassed and grateful, I started to do my work by cooking food.
I finished cutting the onion and set it aside on a plate with a knife. Then I picked up the washed tomato and cut it in half.
[“You look like a tomato”]
I dropped the knife after I remembered a bit of my memories. It was so quick but I’m sure it was my voice.
“Did I say that someone looks like a tomato?” I murmured before I picked up the knife that I dropped onto the floor. If I wasn’t lucky, the knife that I dropped would have cut one of the finger toes.
‘I should be careful.’
All day, I tried my best to recall what happened before I ended up in the hospital.
“I was on my way home. Then…”
Then? What?
‘I think I bumped into someone before everything turned black.’
“Who was it?”
Pang.
The bubble at the tip of my nose popped and snapped my senses. I looked at the automatic washing machine in front of me. I realized that I hadn’t pressed the button and instead looked at the blank space for a long time.
After I pressed the button, I sat down in front of my laundry. The large pail has Sir Lanceil and Vincent’s undergarments on it.
“Here we go again,” I said, sighing at the fact that I am about to start handwashing my bosses’ briefs.
The first time I did this, I was so embarrassed. But now, I am getting used to it.
When washing Sir Lanceil and Vincent’s undergarments, I always make sure to separate them.
Lanceil’s and Vincent’s underwear is normally in dark colors – black, gray, and dark brown. But I never mixed them together.
Currently, I am washing Vincent’s briefs. I imagined twisting his neck while scrunching the innocent undergarment.
Then, I put it in the water in the other bucket, swirled it around a bit, and between both of my hands, and left it to soak.
I grabbed Vincent’s next brief, which is the dark red one, and was about to put it in the bucket filled with water. But before I could, I felt a sticky liquid inside the fabric.
‘Is it…!’
I slowly peeked at the inside of the garment and saw a white sticky liquid inside of it.
‘Oh sh*t. Again, this is…!’
“Fuck!” I shouted as I threw the garment away from my sight.
When I said that I am not feeling anything anymore whenever I’m washing men’s undergarments, I admit it was just a lie.
It’s not my first time seeing and touching a s*men. Thanks to Brett. But touching Vincent’s gave me goosebumps!
“And this isn’t the first time Vincent left his mark,” I protested while clenching my teeth.
‘Is he doing this on purpose?’
“That sh*t,” I cried without tears. “What should I expect from that pervert?”
I picked up the red undergarment with my trembling index finger and thumb. Then I threw it into a bucket filled with water. The next thing I did was hastily wash my hands thoroughly with a strong detergent.
“This is such a torture. Why can’t he behave at least once?”
I looked alternately at Lanceil’s undergarments and Vincent’s undergarments. Those siblings are way too different from each other. How come they share the same genes?
Well, I heard everyone has different sexual fantasies. That Vincent has a lot of time to do this and that so…
‘Wait a minute.’
I looked at Lanceil’s undergarments again, and suddenly, I thought of a silly guess.
“Sir Lanceil’s undergarments are always clean.”
Brett told me that it is my mission to get Lanceil aroused. But I don’t see any sign of him being a healthy and hotblooded man.
“Is it because he’s a widower?”
I shook my head and decided not to think any weird things because…
[“Why are you so handsome? If only you look like a squid, it’ll be better?”]
Pieces of memories came to me bit by bit.
[“By the way sir, where are your other briefs?”]
[“Can you tell your stupid brother to stop mast*rbating?”]
[“Whenever I wash his undergarments, I always see white sticky fluid in his briefs. Tell him to do it while he’s naked. If he keeps on tainting his clothes and the bed sheets, I will really kill that idiot.”]
I remembered my conversation with my boss while I was dizzy with my meds.
“Fuck it.”