Nina stood by the bed, gritting her teeth as she strained with all her might to yank the blanket off Kuber. But with her strength, it was utterly futile.

"Ah! Young master! You haven’t stepped outside this room for a whole month!"

"No! I don’t want to work anymore. Making money’s too hard! I just want to quietly be a good-for-nothing!"

Kuber’s muffled voice came from under the covers. Ever since finishing the graveyard zombie cleanup mission and returning to the inn, he hadn’t set foot outside his room once. He was like a salted fish stripped of all dreams.

Nina finally gave up on pulling the blanket off him. Panting, she stared at the lump beneath the sheets. She took a deep breath to calm down, closed her eyes, and said, "Alright, if you insist, Young master, I’ll work in your place. But I’m not as strong as you—I can’t be an adventurer. What should I do?"

"............"

Silence fell under the blanket. Nina opened one eye, peeking at Kuber hidden inside. She smiled faintly and added, "I’ve got it! Remember the Beastkin Home we visited last time? To support you, I’ll have to sell my body!"

"No way!"

Kuber blurted out, rejecting her idea outright. Nina beamed back. "No? But Young master, you spend so carelessly. A normal job won’t cover your needs. This is really troubling. What should I do?"

"Fine, I get it! I’ll work! But on one condition!"

Kuber finally poked his head out, staring straight at Nina. She smiled brightly. "Whatever you ask, I’ll fulfill it."

"Good. Take off your shoes and stand on the bed."

Nina readily complied, slipping off her little leather shoes to reveal white-stockinged feet. She stepped onto the bed and looked down. "Then what?"

"Now put your feet on my face!"

"Eh?????"

Nina’s face flushed crimson. W-what a bizarre request!

"N-no! Young master! I can’t disrespect you like that!"

"Huh? You promised any condition. Were you lying? I’m heartbroken."

As Kuber started retreating under the blanket, Nina quickly gave in. "O-okay, I’ll do it! Ah! Young master’s got a new weird fetish again!"

Though mortified, Nina lifted her skirt with both hands. Gently raising her stockinged foot, she carefully placed it on her beloved Young master’s face.

"Is... is this okay? My feet smell!"

"Nonsense! Nothing about you smells bad, Nina!"

Kuber inhaled deeply—the scent of fibers, leather, mixed with a hint of sweat and pheromones flooding his senses. Energy surged through him.

Watching her Young master sniff her feet like a puppy, a sickly flush spread across Nina’s lovely face. An inexplicable thrill rose within her, quickening her breath.

"Enough, Young master. It tickles!"

"No, not yet! Next, sit on my face!"

"Eh???????"