The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Whiney.

"Miss is awake?"

Ken's heavy voice jolted, the girl almost fell if there was no table nearby.

"Already, Brother," Naya replied stammered as she held tightly to the edge of the table.

Ken didn't say anymore. He refocused on arranging the spaghetti on the plate and approached Naya who stood sculpting.

"We're breakfast. I hope Miss likes it," said Ken while thrusting a plate filled with spaghetti.

Naya gulps. Not nothing look and aroma of delicious Italian food that successfully makes a sound from the inside. The sound of course made Naya even more embarrassed. He held his stomach and sat down slowly.

Not wanting to get a reprimand for misbehaving at the dinner table, Naya decides to pay attention to Ken's ways first. In Naya's view, Ken again looked radiant. So calm was the man when he ate. Everything looks beautiful from moving lips, swaying jaws and up and down junks. Naya returned like a daze until Ken who realized that he was being noticed to cleared his throat once.

"Why not eat? Miss doesn't like it?" ask Ken.

Lekas Naya shook her head. He looked back down and grabbed the plate, enjoying the delicious meal while cursing himself.

'Stupid as I am. How does the story look like a full male****so? I must be crazy. Conscious ... aware, what is it with me?' his inner.

A few minutes passed. The two had breakfast quietly without a word coming out.

"Thank you for the breakfast" Naya said as she stood up, she wanted to lift the old plate but was blocked by Ken. The man held his hand, his expression remained the same - calm but intimidating.

Surprised, Naya asked, "Why Brother? Did I make a mistake again?"

Ken shakes. "Just put the plate down. Remember, never clean up food marks because there are people on duty for it."

Instantly Naya glared. He felt forced to laze.

"B-but why? I have no problem. I'm used to it" he asked.

"That's because Miss Naya wasn't the old Miss Naya. Now Miss is the responsibility of the Director, which is automatically also my responsibility. I hope Miss can forget that Miss was once an ordinary person. Now Miss's status has changed."

Naya gulps. I swear, he was confused but still ended up complying. He took off the plate he had in hand and noticed Ken who was starting to stand up.

"Now please come with me" said Ken again.

Bak plugged his nose, Naya resigned. He followed Ken's steps without any meaningful rejection like the days before. He did not even make a sound when he was led into the man's room.

"Sir Ken ...."

Naya sounded whining. However, Ken remained ignorant. The man heads to the bed and brings the successful object that turns Naya from calm to shaken.

Heels, yes, the beautiful high sandals were successful in making Naya experience a heart spot. Even the sound of Ken's shoes approaching was like death. Naya flips her body about to leave from there but Ken calls her name.

Afterward, Naya turned back and looked at Ken.

"Sir Ken, I can't. My leg still hurts ...."

Naya returns half whining, desperately hoping Ken is devastated. Even though that way he has tried repeatedly and still Ken's answer remains the same—man does not care at all.

"It really still hurts?" ask Ken.

Gegas Naya nodded.

"If so, let's try."

"Huh?"

"Yes, let's try" said Ken.

Without notice Ken immediately crouched down and attached the heels to Naya's feet. Fitting, enter easily.

Smiling a little, Ken then looked up to see Naya's face that looked horrified.

"Where? Still sore? Try rocking."

Naya exhaled a long breath, ventured to open her eyes and saw on her feet the already attached shoes were so torturous. Strange, it's not as painful now as yesterday. He can even move his ankle freely.

"Still sick?'' repeat Ken.

Naya nodded, then shook her head slowly.

One more Ken put those shoes on. Right now Naya does not need the help of the wall to support the body. He can stand up straight.

"Now come with me" pinta Ken.