"Master is out again, and the witch is to blame for it. Maybe I should put poison in her food while she isn't looking… but then Master would be mad at me for that."
Jorax paced around the balcony, muttering to herself.
"He's been so nice to me lately. I really need to do something to cheer him up. The question is… what?" She rested her hand on her chin, thinking hard.
"Oh! I've got it. Master's gonna love this for sure."
With that, she rushed into the kitchen.
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When Dazai and Alexandria returned home, Dazai began searching for her at once.
"Jorax, where are you? Come on, it isn't funny. Stop hi—"
He cut himself short the moment he stepped into his room.
There she was—completely naked except for a small apron, cake smeared across her breasts and back.
"What is this, Jorax?" Dazai asked, a smile already tugging at his lips.
"Well… I saw you looking at a picture of a woman like this in a magazine, so I just knew I had to do it for you." Jorax squeezed her breasts softly with her arms. "Do you like it, Master?"
"I love it."
He walked toward her, kissed her, then quickly lifted her up and laid her on the bed.
"Oh, Master… there's no cake down there," Jorax moaned.
"I know, Jorax. I know."
THE END.