Kafra’s Little Secret
by TensaiMan
“Excuse me, miss Kafra?” The voice pierced through the background noise of a normal Pronteran day. The Kafra turned to look at the platinum haired knight, the source of the voice, at the other end of the alley she was in en route back to her post.
Gail approached the violet-haired woman, walking rather slowly. “I would just like to apologize, miss.”
The Kafra was a bit taken aback at this. “For what, sir? What have you done wrong?”
The knight scratched the back of his head. “Well, whenever there’s a dead branch raid, you girls are the ones who always clean things up. And well, I feel rather embarrassed by it since it seems unfair you girls are the only ones who do that…and I was wondering if…”
The woman realized. “So, sir, are you saying you want to help us?”
Gail nodded. “I can get some fellows to help clean up the rubble and stuff. Just to make it easier on you girls.”
The Kafra giggled. Chivalry was not dead, it seemed. “No, sir, I couldn’t let you do that…”
The man smiled “Why not, madam? It is no problem, not at all! I will only be too glad.”
The girl shook her head. “No, sir, you don’t understand. I don’t want you to do that.”
Now the knight was puzzled. “Why not?” Surely he could help, not just be in the way. This was not going like he’d planned.
“It’s not like I don’t like to be helped, sir, I appreciate any help once in a while, but I like to clean.”
“I don’t understand…” replied Gail.
The Kafra smiled again. “Let me put it this way, sir. Do you get excited when in battle?”
“Well, yes…” came the reply. “Battle always gives that rush.”
“No, sir…” the girl shook her head. “Excited
as in aroused…”
The knight turned slightly red. “Well, there was this one time a female
knight’s armor got cut in a certain way…”
The Kafra sighed, shacking her head again. “No…has battling itself caused it?”
The evidence clicked together in his head. “You…get turned on by cleaning?!”
The girl just nodded, smiling. “You see why I love my work…”
Gail was speechless. But something inside him wanted to push it. “Madam, I think that man Roe, the infamous dead brancher, is going to strike again…”
“Oooohhh…I see…” the girl draped her arm over his shoulder, staring into his eyes.
“He always strikes every 5 days…a few hours from now. He always unloads at least a hundred branches.” Gail continued. “That guy is rich.”
“Guess you have to call in some men…” the Kafra said huskily, bringing up the other arm in an embrace.
“I guess…and it’s likely that he can summon some bosses…and you know how destructive those guys are.”
The girl shuddered and tightened the embrace. “Hmmm…and they can cast spells too…” She moaned quietly.
The knight shrugged. “We probably to have to call in some wizards to cast Lord of Vermillion and Storm Gust. Makes one hell of a mess.”
“Aaaaaahhhh!” Gail suddenly found himself in a very tight embrace, with her lips suddenly pressed on his lips. She screamed into his closed lips and her body shuddered and spasmed against his.
“In the name of Odin…” Gail thought. “What have I done?”
The Kafra’s body slumped, leaning her head on his shoulder. The knight shook nervously.
“You would really do that for me, sir?” the girl whispered. Gail nodded numbly.
“Uh…do the other Kafras act like this too?”
“Some of them…some like sorting through a big storage too…”
Gail tried to disentangle himself from the woman. “I…have
to go…”
The knight ran very fast towards the Pronteran Chivalry.
The Kafra smiled, straightened her dress, and continued her walk towards the Pronteran sidewalk, to her post. Warping people wasn’t as good as cleaning, but in just a few hours…
End.