The next day, Kudelia would awake in Orga’s rooms. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, having forgotten where she fell asleep. Honestly, she thought the entire thing had been a dream. But it wasn’t. As she looked down to her naked form, and saw the stains on the bed, she knew it had really happened. She lost her innocence to the handsome leader of Tekkadan. She flushed, wishing she had a change of clothes. But it seemed that she had no choice but to wear what she had on the day before.
After slipping into her bra, she found her panties, and they were unwearable. With a deep sigh, she slipped on the fatigue bottoms and her top. It wouldn’t take much rifling through his room to discover a hair brush, which she passed through her hair until it was silky and straight. Honestly, she preferred when Fumitan performed this task.
‘Fumitan…’ Kudelia thought of her faithful maid, her heart feeling as if it stopped. She hadn’t returned to her rooms. The stoic woman had to be sick with worry about her. She quickly put on her socks and shoes, knowing that she had to find her. The blonde woman left the room, a bit confused as to where to go at first. After all, she wasn’t so familiar with this area. But there were painted directions on the walls, so she took full advantage of it to figure out how to leave. She walked down the hallway, passing a few members of the group.
Did they know? Had they heard her with Orga? A flush graced her features as she continued on her way, trying to do her best to be her typical friendly self, and wave and smile to anyone who came across her path.