Book Four – Chapter Three – Part Six – The Joy of Assisting Others (R-18)

Helena shook her head. “I’m originally from Adenaford, but my family relocated us to Westera when I was ten. After my husband died, my children and I moved to Canary because he had inherited some land when his grandparents passed away. I started this bar then left it with my oldest son when I moved in with my oldest daughter. You see, she found a nice house in Adenaford, and she and her husband had an extra bedroom they weren’t using. Once I received word my son had passed away, we had the funeral here. I decided to stay behind and run this place. Imagine my surprise when I found it like this... Everything I worked for was just taken from me... Oh, I’ll miss you, my son...”

Momo intently listened to Helena’s tale, taking care to linger on her every word.  Cold sadness danced towards her ears, sending a bitter frigidness down her body. From how she spoke about it, the Rude Crystal used to be a pleasant, respectable establishment. Somewhere along the way, that impeccable reputation tanked hard, and the Rude Crystal soon became a hangout spot for heathens, prostitutes, and the more unsavory citizens of Canary. It even started to carry something notoriously dangerous. Elemental Nightfall was the name of a particular drink that caused death in Humans because they couldn’t handle its sheer concentrated amount of alcohol. Quite a few foolish men and women died far before their time because they had something idiotic to prove.

Helena couldn’t believe her son had started a horrible drinking contest competition in which the losers were almost always enslaved to the winners. Before long, she had teared up, refusing to believe the awful tales that the Rude Crystal had started to take on. Even more, she shuddered at the thought that her lovely, darling son had been corrupted by the city’s detestable underbelly.

Momo offered her a caring hand, and Helena thanked her. Servi let loose a few tears, but it wasn’t like what happened at the Old Onyx. But then it was time for them to go back to work, and back to work they went.

When they left the Rude Crystal, they encountered a group of Kobolds, who each bore fifteen long wooden planks. After nodding to them, the pair of friends found themselves at warehouse 013 and came across two big piles. One contained boxes of supplies, and the other held bundles of wood that would soon be turned into beautiful furniture.

And so, Servi and Momo worked for around three hours, walking back and forth, and forth and back, and back and forth, ferrying wood and boxes, until the two piles were slain by teamwork. The sun was hot, sweat was aplenty, but in the end, it was good, hard, honest work that filled a small hole in Momo’s heart. It also functioned as a good workout, so she was thinking about skipping her nightly routine altogether. This whole excursion also allowed her to connect with her fellow Warden associates, but most of all, it was just another way for her to spend time with the girl she loved.

When they said their goodbyes to Helena and their fellow workers and received their completion slips, an utterly exhausted Momo and her favorite Human made the way back home. It was a long, slow, almost endless slog, but they did make it. But not before stopping by a familiar shrimp stall to order some dinner. Only this time, there was a line nearly 20 people long.

“Ah, it’s you two!” exclaimed the Koena with grassy-colored scales. Unlike their previous encounter, in which Momo and Servi had shown up not even fifteen minutes after the stall had opened for business, the hard-working girl now had a name tag on her shirt. Thanks to that, the Singi learned that her name was Cymbal.

“Hello!” said Momo. “I see you had a line this time.”

“Yeah. We aren’t usually that busy,” Cymbal said. She took it easy and relaxed a bit since no one was behind Momo.

After some more small talk, Momo ordered her and Servi some dinner, then casually chatted with Cymbal, who mentioned that she had a chance to speak with her dwarven friend. It was a one-sided love affair, or so she thought, but it turned out that her crush had also developed feelings for the Koena.

“Well, I’m really happy for you,” Momo said, wiping a bit of sauce off her lips. She had just bitten into a juicy, thick piece of shrimp, causing her mouth to fill with delicious meat.

“Thank you! To be honest, I never would have done that if I hadn’t met you... It’s just... The last time I saw a Human and an Elf hold hands, there was this crazy guard that ran after them like they had killed a king. It really spooked me out, and I was left wondering if I was wrong for thinking this way...” Cymbal confessed. She knew that she was spilling the beans to someone she really didn’t know, but perhaps since their love was somewhat similar, it was fine to confide in her.

“I’m glad... I’m of the mind that love is love, and as long as it is a safe love, it should be granted and permitted,” Momo licked her lips and drank a little bit of her ice-cold water. After a bit more talk about love, it was time to say goodbye. After waving to their new friend and walking away, the Singi thought hard, then confidentially nodded. “You know, I’m really happy our love—or my love for you—gave her the courage she needed to confess to her friend. Oh, just so you know, Servy, I’m working really hard on my second confession to you. It’s gonna blow the first out of the water so hard you won’t even believe someone like me came up with it.”

“And now, here we are, back at Warden...” uttered an exhausted Momo. Soreness radiated all over her body, and she desperately wished to lay down. But before that could happen, she wanted to check something. “Servy, let’s head over to the quest board. There’s something I want to check out.” A quick walk later, she scanned and scanned with her pearly blue eyes until she came across something important.

It was an advertisement for a play that was to be held during the final days of the festival. It didn’t have information about it, but it did mention something about open auditions.

“Servy, why don’t you try it out?” Momo asked. She turned to her friend and squeezed her hand.

“Try... Try out...?” she answered slowly, with no emotion. Momo probably thought she needed to take some time to emotionally recharge since the day they had was chalked full of excitement and fun.

“If I’m not mistaken, plays are all about becoming someone new, with a new backstory and history, and using that to put on a performance. I think that might be good for you. Being able to experience different emotions will probably help you in the long run. And plays can bring joy and happiness to their audiences, right?”

“Help... Me... Happiness... Others...”

“We can ask Claire about it tomorrow, but you don’t have to force yourself to do it. It’s just something to keep in mind.”

The two walked away to cash in their completion slips, received around 20 dupla for their hard work, and made the journey up to the fifth floor. Momo’s squeal when she finally landed her eyes on the bed of safety could awaken the Goddess of Slumber. With Servi dragging behind her, she leapt onto her sanctuary, nearly crying out for its luxurious comfort. As if she was an actual cat, she rolled back and forth, giggling and laughing and inadvertently sniffing the covers, trying to get a hint of Servi’s scent.

She says she has no scent, but she does... This bed smells just like Servy... It calms my heart...

“Eh?!” When she realized she was being awkward, she rolled off the bed and sat down like a proper Singi. “Oh! I know. Servy, since you worked so hard today, I think you need a reward. Do you wanna know what it is?” She scooted back a little bit, then altered her position so that she was sitting on her knees. She patted her lap and smiled, then gingerly dragged Servi a little bit closer. “It’s called a lap pillow, okay? Basically, if you want, you can lay your head down right here.”

Like a dog following orders, Servi kicked off her shoes, crawled onto the bed, angled herself just right, and laid down. The moment her head touched Momo’s lap and her soft, shadow-colored hair tickled her bare thighs, an electric shock surged through the Singi. She stared down at a girl who was staring up with a blank expression, and she was just too beautiful for words. Without any warning, she smiled and started to rub Servi’s head, petting her as if she was a loyal dog.

“Even though I had a lot of fun helping our clients today, it still doesn’t compare to when I have you all to myself...” Momo whispered. She continued to show her affection through petting, even going as far as poking her hopeful lover’s cheeks and giggling about it. She was truly a maiden in love, experiencing this blissfulness for the first time ever. She had no manual to look at, no guide to follow, and no way to know the proper way to express her feelings.

Momo listened to her heart, doing what it told her to do. And in this instance, it told her to speak. “Servy, I love you... I truly do... I did say this was going to be your reward, but it’s really more for me. I just really wanted to touch you... I wanted you to lay in my lap… I wanted to rub your head, and maybe even hold your hand at the same time... And there are a lot more things I want to do, but I can’t do them. Not yet, at least. But those things will be done in time... I know they will... Hey, are you sleepy? I’m a bit tired, but if you want to fall asleep for a little bit, I promise to keep watch over you. You can trust me because I’m your guardian...” Slowly but surely, Servi’s eyes started to close. The girl who didn’t need oxygen started to inhale and exhale, causing her chest to rise and fall with every tender breath.

Momo reached down and softly grabbed hold of one of Servi’s hands, then brought it to her own cheeks. She rubbed it against her face and stared down with eyes full of love. Then she gently guided it until it laid flat on the wonderfully soft blanket.

And then, with a serenade of their song, Momo simply became quiet and allowed the time to pass her by. Oh, but by no means did she ever stop rubbing Servi’s head. At some point, she started to whisper, giving her ultimate thanks to the Goddess that was always watching. She knew that it was very much within her power to kill Jeri and Sea when they were the ones who attacked first, yet she was glad Itarr showed a lot of restraint. And after that, she continued to carry on a one-sided conversation, even going as far as to ask Itarr for permission to love Servi.

“I don’t know why I just asked that, but you have been with her longer... I know you love her, and I love her too. But I don’t know if we share the same love for her, you know... But if it’s you...and if you’re alright with it, and if Servy’s alright with it too, then maybe... Maybe we can be her lovers? Honestly, I find it hard to NOT think about her... She has a monopoly on my thoughts... Every day, I wake up hoping that she’s back to normal... No, normal isn’t the right word. I mean that I wake up hoping that she’s healed. Oh geez, I think I’m just rambling again...”

Around forty-five minutes of silence later, Servi groggily found herself in the world of consciousness. An instant later, her smile blossomed into a mischievous grin. Momo mirrored it, and it was time for a spot of fun.

That itself lasted a bit over an hour, during which Momo tore off a few pieces of paper in the shape of two cat ears and gave them to Servi. And like she thought, she proudly declared that Servi would have made a cute Singi. Then they bounced around like bunnies. The girls’ laughter did wonders for the Goddess’s heart, which radiated joy whenever the girl she loved had fun. After that, Momo remembered the gummies Aunt Canary had given them, and so it was time for a yummy snack full of fruity goodness.

When the world grew dark and dreary and the yearning for slumber was far too great, a dejected Momo took a quick shower in an attempt to stave away the impending sleep. It was hot and steamy; the flowing water did wonders for her sore muscles and achy bones. When a stray thought about taking a shower with Servi crossed her mind, she began to feel hot and excited. The pleasure flowed through her veins, giving her that last little bit of energy to remain awake. The shower room she had chosen had a shower curtain along with a table, and after seductively biting her lip, she walked away from the flowing water. An idea popped into her mind...

The brown table had rounded edges, and the sharp corners were sanded down until they were smooth to the touch.

Should I... No... But it might feel good... No... But...

Momo’s mind said no, but her body said yes. Every step she took towards the desk caused something other than water to drip down her glistening thighs. When she finally reached it, she gripped the edges tightly and started to rub her moist slit on the rounded corner. Her imagination kicked into overdrive, and she imagined that Servi was there. She wanted to believe that it was her arm she was grinding on, and that it was her hands that she was grabbing. A pleasurable heat welled up within her crotch as the breath leaving her mouth hastened. Her back arched back as she increased her tempo. She had found the perfect position to stimulate her pretty little clit as a pair of hands fondled her breasts.

“Servy... Servy... Ahhh.... Ah.... AAAhhhhhh!!!!!” Momo came hard, squirting all over the now-soaked table with her unique juices.

But she wasn’t done.

She leaned over, rubbing her erect nipples against it while a playful finger found itself surrounded by a tunnel of warmth. Somehow or another, she believed the table was Servi’s chest, and she started to lick and kiss it, coating it in her flavorful saliva. Then a second finger entered her snatched, and her mind was full of Servi. It even felt like the surrounding steam from the still-running hot shower was Servi. Even the air started to smell like her, and for a moment, Momo almost believed her darling Servi was surrounding her. That fantasy only served to increase her lust as her free hand slowly dragged itself from her stomach to her clit.

Mind and body, spirit and self... Her overactive imagination worked together to give the love-struck Singi the biggest orgasm of her life.

“SERVY!!!!!” moaned Momo as she masturbated even faster. Her juices splashed out, covering her quivering thighs. Without a second to lose, she straightened her posture, moved to the side of the table, hiked up a leg, and started to forcibly grind the table’s curved sides. It was far more pleasurable than a simple edge since she could really gyrate her hips, and her soaked crotch provided enough lubrication so that it didn’t hurt. It was stiff, the perfect thing to slide through her pretty slit. With both hands rubbing and fondling her stiff clit, it didn’t take long at all...

Servy... Servy... Your hands!!! I can’t… I can’t stop myself...

“I love you, Servy!!!! AAAhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

And there it was... An earth-shattering orgasm sucked the strength right out of the naughty Singi. Her one leg couldn’t support her, and she fell to the tiled floor with a harmless crash. Her face was flushed crimson, and her lungs heaved for much-needed oxygen. Her body trembled from the pleasure, and her mouth curled into a seemingly eternal smile. She laid there for three or four minutes, experiencing the afterglow of such an intense masturbation session. When the fog of pleasure left her mind, she realized that she had completely and utterly soiled the table. It would have been horrible to leave it in such a state, and Momo didn’t want to be that kind of girl.

Even as I think that, am I...? She thought as she pulled the table over to the showering water. The vivid blue Wash Stone was flashing, becoming duller as the seconds passed her by, which meant she had to give it a little bit more energy. When she did, Momo went straight to cleaning her fluids off of the table, even using her precious shampoo and soap. They weren’t the best thing for the wood Warden used in its furniture, so Momo made a mental note to buy a bottle of wood cleaner whenever she could. Until then, this would just have to work. And after putting the now-clean table back, she focused on her own hygiene.

If Servi was there, she’d have surely been dazzled by Momo’s beauty. The soapy suds covered her soft skin, the glistening of the water as it flowed down her breasts to her attractive stomach. Even as she scrubbed her hair with hands full of shampoo, that feeling she felt when Servi caught her by the stomach, back when they were on the way to Arcton, still had a solid foundation in Momo’s mind. She touched it with a tender hand, wishing that Servi would hold her again in the same way.

That’ll happen again, right...? I know it will... Just keep working on your new and improved confession, and you’ll have nothing to worry about.

When it was all said and done, and she returned back to Servi’s room after drying off and getting dressed, her cuteness exploded with leaps and bounds.

Taking a cue from Claire, Momo had chosen to wear a sporty tank top that showed off her slender arms. Her skin was flushed pink from the steaming water, and she had on the bottoms of her bright yellow pajamas—the one she had bought to celebrate her winning the tournament. Her pink hair hadn’t yet completely dried, yet she didn’t need to worry about that since Itarr decided to add ‘dryer’ to her hastily growing list of roles.

She had thought that since she was freshly scrubbed clean, the shower would keep her awake just a little bit longer, but that wasn’t the case. It just made her lose the battle that much quicker. With regret, Momo gave Servi a final goodbye hug. She made sure to hug as tightly as she could to make sure her ‘Servi Battery’ was fully topped off for the night.

“Good night, Servy. I love you. I’ll see you in the morning, okay? And that goes for you too, Itarr. I’ll see you when I wake up. Or I guess I won’t see you, but I will talk to you. I mean, I’ll see the ring, so I guess that means I will see you in the morning?” After confusing herself, Momo walked out, made it to her room, locked it, plopped down on the bed like a sack of bricks, and closed her eyes.

I feel happy and sad... Why...? Why do I feel like this...? It felt so good, so why do I feel bad when I imagine Servi naked? I was fine when I hugged her goodnight, but why...do I want to cry...? Emotions are hard... They’re impossible to understand... Dang it, life should come with a manual... I’m sleepy and tired... Too tired to think... Man, I haven’t written anything down in my diary in a while... I should do that... Yeah... I’ll...get to it tomorrow morning...

The lovely girl gathered her fading strength and slid under the covers. With her head supported by the softest pillow dupla could buy, another day came to an end. Was it fun? It was. But it was upsetting that it had to end on a slightly bitter note.

Underneath the fearsome crescent moon, a lone girl stood alone in the middle of Canary’s poorest district. Dressed head to toe in all black, she was actually at her third location of the night. “Help... More help... Help... More help...” she uttered under breath.

When Servi had first left Warden mere moments after Momo had fallen asleep, she made a beeline for the Old Onyx. The unkempt walkway and wild weeds were properly tamed and cut, and the store almost seemed to be back to its’ original luster. When Servi and Momo were here before, there was not a sign attached to the building. There was definitely one now, and it was written in fluid, flashy handwriting. The stylized logo was drawn with the store's name being attached to a necklace of connected onyxes.

The girl with a Goddess stood in front of the immaculately clean windows, staring at the eight long counters. They were covered with folded-up clothing that still had to go inside the drawers. Truthfully, the Old Onyx relied on an odd system that was thought up by its original owner, and it was horribly inefficient. The customers had to actually search within the drawers to find the right size of the item that was sat on top of the counters, but since most customers were rather disrespectful, the clothes they put back were often crumpled and balled together.

“Help...” With that one word, Itarr precisely knew what to do. Even though the doors were locked, Absorption didn’t care about that. As long as there was a spot within her range, Itarr could store and take out items at her leisure. After a few seconds, all of the clothes in Servi’s ring originally belonging to the Old Onyx had been returned to their rightful place. It was all right there in a rather neat pile, and sitting right beside it was a large box filled to the brim with dupla. By Itarr’s count, it was just a bit under two million. And on top of that was a small note that contained just a one-word apology.

Itarr hoped the money would have been enough for the owner to rebuy the family stable and perhaps have enough left over to buy a family home. Maybe that two million would have been enough to live off of for the rest of his life? She didn’t know. But she did know that doing this would not erase the pain he felt at losing his mother.

After this, Servi and Itarr sped off towards the Rude Crystal to amend another wrong, but it was important to note that Servi was not back to normal. This girl was being driven by a primal desire to help, which had forcibly created a yearning. This yearning could not be ignored. One could argue that it was simply that, and it wasn’t out of concern of actually righting any wrong.

They had found themselves in the backyard, standing on the damp grass while staring at the few chairs and tables that were in various stages of completion. The stacks of wood Servi had helped bring over were still in the same spots, though they had noticeably shrunk. It was likely that the inside was already partially filled with furniture. Itarr acted in a flash and hastily constructed a large shed using Earth Wall. Inside it, she placed all of the furniture and equipment she and Servi had stolen, along with another large box filled with two million dupla. And to top it off, there was another note similar to the one left at the Old Onyx. The Earth Walls were weak enough to go down with a slightly forceful push, so it wasn’t nowhere near a permeant stain.