DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 20: Back To The Plant Case

Volume 3 - Chapter 20: Back To The Plant Case

Cynthia had had quite a few months, events going from being detained at the prison tower, moving through the many, dangerous floors to ultimately gain back her freedom, having worked for it. But in the end, the final floor she explored revealed itself to be quite a sour and dry surprise for the blue-haired detective, The Count had played her again and had been able to escape the tower. And what had become of The Count was something so horrifying that she hoped to never see again. If he were a monster before in terms of psychology and mind, he had fully turned into one today. He had physically turned into what he always was. This didn’t surprise Cynthia in the end, but clearly shocked her when discovering him within the tower. And then, her and Nene went to the beach and what was originally supposed to be a normal and fun trip to Daisy-Road turned into another quest, another case. Although since it was the continuation of what had already happened at the beach during her previous adventure there.

But it was all behind her now. Cynthia recovered for a bit at the mansion after coming back with the white-haired beauty that was Nene. She was so tired, she slept for twenty-four hours straight. Eventually, Sebastian came to check on her. He opened the door of her bedroom and silently walked inside, making sure he wouldn’t bother her and wake her up in case she still needed to recover a bit more. Inside, he carried a fancy-looking metallic plate with a glass filled with orange juice and a few french-toasts to go along with it. The french-toasts were, of course, made with delicious and exotic unfertilized Saurius eggs. A great, great breakfast for a girl who recently went through hell and spent as much energy as she did. Seeing that she was still asleep, her eyes wide shut, lying down on the side of her marvellously generous and thick body. And, as she often did, she slept almost completely naked, only wearing this blue, skimpy nightgown that barely covered the sexy parts of her body. Sebastian placed the plate on the bedside table right next to her left, trying as much as possible not to gaze at her voluptuous shapes. It, of course, nearly impossible to do something like that without failing a few times. But Sebastian was pretty good at it. He was a true gentleman. He tried to keep his head up and his eyes to himself. His arms were crossed behind his back, striking this stoic and stern pose without breaking the servant character he had learned to master all this time. The issue with Cynthia this morning was that Sebastian had been instructed by his friend and boss that he had to wake her up. He didn’t specify on why exactly, but he didn’t exactly have to. Sleeping for twenty-four hours straight after a trip to the beach and islands that were the Daisy-Road sector came up as something odd to both Gerald and Sebastian. Especially since Nene wouldn’t disclose for some obscure reason what had happened at Daisy-Road with them. Gerald and Sebastian were there as well, but it was all some sweet relaxing vacation for them, nothing else. The duo of ladies had definitely been part of a more exciting and challenging time on their side of Daisy-Road. Surprisingly enough, Cynthia wasn’t snoring this morning, she was silently sleeping, but Sebastian could certainly tell she was correctly and properly breathing. Her body kept pulsating with every one of the breath she took, her chest, her tits, her cleavage getting puffier and puffier every time she exhaled during her sleep. Another beautiful sight. Sebastian still tried looking too much at her breasts and focused on her face, gazing at the innocent, blushing expression she currently had, An innocent expression. For once, at least.

“She is so beautiful,” Sebastian uttered.

“What?” tearing his world  part, pulling the rug from under his feet, Cynthia surprised him by saying something in the middle of her sleeping. She still had her eyes closed when she whispered the word she had just barely pushed out of her mouth. Sebastian felt like he was losing everything. He felt like he had been trapped by her, tricking into the fact that she was indeed sleeping. Sebastian found himself completely embarrassed and opened his mouth wide open. His jaw dropped. He felt like he had been caught. And in a lot of ways, it was the case. He stepped back from the bed, nearly causing the plate to came flying in the air as he moved a bit too fast and accidentally came into the collision with the side of the plate, but fortunately for him, nothing too bad happened, the plate only slide a bit on top of the beside table. Some orange juice was spilled, but that was about it. At this point, Sebastian was thinking about turning heel and leaving the room before she opened her eyes and began questioning him about the thing he had just said now. But he didn’t yet. Cynthia finally began opening her eyes, grabbing her left tit as she did so, and scratched it a bit through her nightgown. It was itching.

There was an awkward moment of confusion on the detective’s face. She had obviously been sleeping for far too long. A doctor could have almost declared she had been in some sort of coma over the past twenty-four hours following their return to the mansion after leaving Daisy-Road. This wasn’t something that unusual. It would happen more often than not with her spending so much time without her DNA Valkyrie brassiere. The more time she went on without it on at this point, the more recovery she had to gone through. For instance, if she didn’t sleep with it on, which was incredibly often, she would sleep longer because she wouldn’t have that source of energy being transferred to her throughout the night. It was as simple as that. In a lot of ways, she was dependent on the bra. But at the same time, she couldn’t wear it all the time as the damn thing also had to recharge its batteries once in a while. Plus, any women would say the exact, same thing: finding a bra that is comfortable is tremendously rare, nearly impossible, so no one wore any. And finding one that you could wear overnight was even more impossible, without forgetting to mention the fact that it was not necessary at all. Cynthia’s unusual wasn’t the worst to wear, but definitely wasn’t the most comfortable either.

“Were you awake all along?”

“Sebastian?”

“...”

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s morning. You have been sleeping for quite a while. I came to bring you breakfast. That’s all. Were you sleeping or not?”

“I think so.”

“You think so?”

“So, you said that I was beautiful or something like that?” saying those words was more than enough for her to begin blushing as she sat down in the middle of her ultra soft and comfortable bed. She couldn’t look cuter right now, even if she tried. Both of her legs were making arches, and she leaned forward  she could have the side of her head sitting between her knees and kept staring at the butler with her huge, round, and cute eyes. Having fully recovered, her attention was now fully targeted on Sebastian as he desperately tried finding the right words to answer her question. It wasn’t easy. He couldn’t believe how stupid it was for him having pushed himself in this situation. “So?” she asked him again.

“You heard me?”

“I did.”

“Sure. You are beautiful‒”

“‒I am?” she shouted, getting all excited and happy all of a sudden, interrupting the butler.

“When you are asleep,” he continued what he was originally going to say.

“Only?”

“So, your breakfast is over here. Good morning. I’ll leave you alone now,” he said, right after clearing his throat. He then turned heels and slowly, casually tried escaping the room. Sebastian was considering Cynthia as part of the family now. Exactly in the same sense as Nene. And since Nene was his boss’s daughter, he considered the blue-haired detective as just, simply another daughter of his. Another member of the family. It was as simple as that. No matter how tough it could get at time. No matter how much the two daughter would behave sexy and seducing in and around the property, he tried his best to act as professional as humanly possible. And this morning was one difficult morning regarding this aspect of his job. As the butler turned heels, he could feel the huge erection bubbling in his pants. He couldn’t keep it in check. He had no control over it whatsoever. The only, decent thing he could do was get the hell out of the room as soon as he could, go hide on the other side of the manor (or into the next room if he couldn’t make it too far) and jerk himself off. He had to. This was the destined relief he was required in order to move on with his day after discovering Cynthia is this light, revealing outfit in the morning in her room.

“Hold on. Where are you going?” he suddenly stopped, a few drops of sweat appeared all over his face. He swallowed the saliva he had accumulated in his mouth up to this point before replying.

“The kitchen. I have so many dishes left to wash,” he lied.

“That can wait. You are not going anywhere,” she said while jumping off the bed, her huge, loose things coming flying up and down as she moved.

“I’m not?”

“Nope. Your dishes can wait. You are coming with me today.”

“Going where? What did you have in mind for today, exactly?”

“We’re going after that plant, Saurius, girl. You and me,” she revealed as she began undressing herself, changing into something more suitable in order to get out of the mansion and go investigate. The butler still had his back facing her as she was changing, but he managed to catch a glimpse of her through the reflection of a mirror in the room.

“Why am I the one that has to come with you?”

“Because you’re the one who woke me up, silly,” the butler came dangerously close to turn around and faced her ahead on because he began thinking she was messing with him, pranking him in a way. Sebastian had no intention to go on an adventure today. Although, he more or less saw spending more time with Cynthia both a good and a bad thing. A good thing because she was one of the prettiest woman he had ever seen, perhaps outside of Nene, and a bad thing because he constantly had to restrain himself into looking away from her lustful body. Hopefully keeping his erections in check. Exactly the very thing that was happening right now. He had to look away and be as professional as he could be. It was so difficult for him.

“So, that’s the reason why I have to go with you?” he asked her.

“Yup,” she laughed it off, giggling a bit as she would change herself behind him. When she was done, she was once again wearing her classic outfit. The return of the detective. She had her DNA Valkyrie brassiere on, which was something the very first thing to took off the table in the room and put on. She then did the same for her tank top. Her skirt. Her  trench coat. And, of course, her trusty fedora hat. She was all set.

“Alright. You can turn around now. Admitting you didn’t take a peek at what you were able to see in the reflection of the mirror right next to you. Right?” Cynthia told him.

“What are you talking about? I would never do such a thing.” he wouldn’t even bother to turn around, risking it was a trap. The only thing he wanted to do was to get the hell out of this bedroom and to move on with his day, since he had quite a few tasks to do, planned in advance. He was a busy butler, after all. The mansion wouldn’t get cleaned up by itself. Russel wouldn’t be feed without his assistance. He was also required to stay at the mansion in case his boss, Gerald, would need his help with a few things.

“Well, you are a man. You have a dick. Don’t be ashamed of that. You have every right to getting hard once in a while. You know?” Cynthia circled around her bed, went up to the butler who continued to decline to turn around and to look at her, surprised him with a nice, firm slap on the butt. Slap! We could hear the loud noise outside the room and down the corridor.

“What have you done?” she probably hurt him a bit, but nothing too bad.

“Alright. Off we go. Follow me.”

The next moment, the two were downstairs at the entrance of the mansion, about to leave for good. Cynthia nearly that to pull on his arm, so he would follow her.

“I really thought about this, master Cynthia, and I have to stay.”

“Why?”

“Master Gerald is surely going to need me today.”

“No. He’s not.”

“Yes. He’s going to.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really,” comically, the next instance, Gerald came walking in a straight line in the background, going from a room to another, not even bothering to look at Sebastian and Cynthia as if he didn’t see them. Most perfect timing.

“Hey, Gerald. Are you going to need Sebastian for anything specific today?”

“Nope,” he simply replied to her.”

“But‒but‒master‒”

“‒Awesome. So, can I take him with me then for my case?”

“Sure. I don’t care,” and Gerald disappeared in another room. Leaving as fast as he appeared. Then, Cynthia turned back to the butler, staring at him right in the face. Smiling. Grinning. Proud of herself. Proud of how the situation had officially turned out.

“...” Sebastian had officially no idea what to say next. He now felt like he had been betrayed by everything. He was still getting used to this new situation, this new life in which Gerald is no longer an obsolete and sick Saurius man. He became whole again and Sebastian had lost his words, but kept staring at Cynthia right in the eyes. Their eyes were locked. And Cynthia contented herself to simply wiggle her eyebrows while the two stared at each other. Perverted and seducing eyebrow movements also signalling her victory.

“So, what are we doing now?” Sebastian asked Cynthia as the two were hidden together in lying position on top of the roof of a building. They were trying to be as discreet as possible as they were keeping track of a situation down on the ground, keeping watch. There was a small, modest concert happening in a nearby park. It was a local band that played some instrumental, classic music intertwined with a more modern, pop rock twist to it.

“We are waiting for her.”

“Waiting for whom?”

“For the plant woman.”

“Oh, right, so you are still after her?”

“Yeah. That part never changed.”

“I seriously thought you had given up on her when you came back home all slimed up and in critical condition. I was afraid for your life at that time. Without mentioning the fact that you have like a bunch of different cases opened and currently working on. I tend to forget which one you are working on based on what day of the week we are. My bad.”

“Stop mocking me. Of course, I didn’t stop going after this one. I won’t forget what she did to me. And she is dangerous. She had had a few victims already. And this is quite personal since she is responsible for what happened to Richard’s cousin.”

“Okay. Alright. So, what makes you think staying hidden on this roof and waiting would help us find her? What makes you think she is going to come here? It makes no sense.”

“Look.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll be honest with you.”

“Please do.”

“This could very well be farfetched and a long shot, so I don’t know if I’m right, but if I am, this could be awesome,” Cynthia had never this cryptic before. Sebastian basically had to frown and think about what she was saying really hard, so he would keep following her. In his mind, waiting her on this roof was the worst idea ever, but perhaps she had some sort of plan after all.

“I’m listening.”

“The night I was attacked by her, I noticed something in one of her pockets.”

“Okay?”

“I saw a booklet of all the concerts that were being given in this park on a weekly basis. I think it was the guide of the concerts with all the dates in it which led me to believe that she was an amateur of music.”

“So, that’s your big clue at why we might find her here tonight?”

“Basically.”

“Okay. So how long is this concert today?”

“Five hours long,” she delivered to him with a dry, natural tone in her voice, as if it was completely normal for a detective and a butler to be teaming-up and waiting five hours on top of a roof for their target. Something that more or less pretty usual and typical for someone like her, but something awkward and strange for Sebastian. So, the mission was quite simple at this point, waiting and waiting.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“This is unbelievable.”

“Are you two looking for me?” suddenly, a far more disturbing voice sneaked up behind the detective and the butler. She was here. It was her. She was responsible for the origins of that darker, but still extremely sensual voice. As soon as they heard this voice behind them on the roof of the building, Cynthia and Sebastian completely froze. Their eyes and their mouths were left wide open as the dark, shadowy silhouette slowly appeared between them. The duo of investigators had no idea what to do. They preferred not to turn around or move the very instant she had apparently showed up behind her.

“Cynthia?”

“Yes?”

“Is this the voice of the criminal you were searching for all this time?” Sebastian slowly and nervously asked with a scared tone in his voice. He managed to move his head to the left, so he could look at Cynthia a bit, but that was about it. He didn’t dare fully turning around and taking a look at the plant, Saurius himself.

“I believe so,” Cynthia simply replied.

“You dared calling and labelling me as a criminal? Why don’t you turn around and face me and instead of calling me names like that,” still with a tremendously seducing and hot voice that had been sunk in darkness, the killer behind them on the rooftop commanded Sebastian to turn around. Right now. Not being the bravest man in the world, but not being a coward either, Sebastian rolled around quickly and finally turned to take a look at the bountiful woman with the green with them on the roof. Protea stood proud and tall above him. The fact that she was more voluptuous and thick than someone like Cynthia was a miracle to him. He couldn’t believe how beautiful and busty she was. Not mentioning the fact that she was oozing with extreme and surprising confidence considering the fact that she was a criminal that had been actively searched by the police and someone as powerful as Richard. She literally didn't give a shit, no matter how much she was hunted by so many people. She had been just fine until now. Ultimately didn’t receive a huge amount of trouble and was virtually able to operate as much her heart desired throughout the city.

“Sure. What are you going to do about that?” Sebastian asked, acting brave as he could.

“Careful, Sebastian,” Cynthia whispered in his ear as she rolled over and turned around as well.

“Oh, God, are those tentacles? She can make tentacles appear out of nowhere?” he quickly changed the tone in his voice and began panicking a bit. And he had every right to panic like he did, as those tentacles as he called them were frighteningly beginning to surround the two investigators on the rooftop. Their situation was dire. They had one choice to make. Two outcomes. Either they jumped off the building they were on top of, or they would succumb to their cruel fate while facing the swirling and menacing apparently living creatures that the green, plant Saurius had summoned, especially for them. One of them slowly and sneakily moved between the blue-haired detective’s long and thick legs, exploring the many possibilities, all the things that could have done to her now that she was back. Now that she was once again roaming free out of the prison where she had been kept for the past few weeks. Protea smirked when she realized the fright on their faces. She perfectly knew she had the upper hand here.

“Those are no tentacles. They are vines. And they are wondering what we should be doing with you two,” Protea corrected the butler. Thinking and reflecting on it for the next five seconds, the vines and Protea all opted to take Sebastian first. She had never had any fun with him, and she thought that making him suffer right in front of Cynthia would make her feel guilty for bringing him with her in the first place, as it was quite obvious that he didn’t wish to be here right now.