Chapter 1

A single kiss started the entire relationship.

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She looked out the window of the small carriage that she was riding in. A small one that could barely hold her and the woman sitting across from her with a slightly stern look on her face, long blond locks flowing down the elder woman's thin figure.

"You should learn proper etiquette while you are here," the woman started as emerald green eyes looked over at her. Katyusha Braginskaya nodded, her large chest jiggling with the movement of her head. Her large tracts had gotten her into trouble over and over again, knocking over dishes and tipping bottles and glasses.

This was probably not going to be any different than her other jobs. Already she had gone through five others because of all her 'accidents' that her breasts caused her. She couldn't do much, never having had an ounce of education and the only skill she had was to work as a maid for the rich.

Sometimes those jobs had led to more than just a simple maid job and that had scared her, causing her to run away from them and quit. Katyusha disliked the fact that she would have to quit some of the jobs she had, but she really didn't have much of a choice.

"You will be working for my sons," her new employer stated, waving a small face in front of her face. She was an elegant woman with high standards and had found Katyusha looking for work around the town. "You will listen to what they say and you will do what they ask, understood?"

"Y-Yes ma'am," Katyusha replied, looking down at her calloused hands from hard labor she had developed throughout her life. She fidgeted a bit, hoping that her new employers wouldn't make her do anything horrible that the others had tried to force on her.

As the carriage pulled up to their destination, Katyusha fixed her short, ash blond hair and the dark, yellowish headband that was in it. She wanted to make a good impression upon the people she would be meeting after all. She gathered up the single, small bag that she had with her and exited the hearse after her mistress, gazing upon the large house that now stood in front of her.

The Ukrainian woman was used to seeing mansions by now, but the designs of them never ceased to amaze her. This one was actually a bit smaller than the last one she had been at. The building itself had a few peaked points of the roof but, for the most part, it was rather flat. The color was a light blue with white trimming around the windows and shutters.

She didn't have much time to admire the scenery as she heard the loud clearing of the mistress's throat and she quickly walked over, not wanting to upset her. Katyusha stood on the patio like she was told as the woman went inside to speak with her sons about her.

How many servants do they have? Katyusha wondered as she let her mind wander a bit. With the house this size, they had to have quite a few already. She hoped she could be of some use to them if they did have a lot of servants. But, then again, why would her mistress even bother if they had enough people?

Once again, Katyusha didn't have the chance to contemplate anything as the door opened to be greeted by a young woman who was shorter than herself and looked a lot younger. Beautiful raven locks extended down the woman's small figure and reached down towards her knees.

"Are you Ms. Katyusha?" she gentle and steady voice asked her.

"Y-Yes," the blond replied.

"Then please follow me. I shall take you to see the masters." She turned and headed back into the house. Katyusha stood there for a moment before she quickly wiped her shoes off and followed after.

She didn't try to look around, too focused on what her new masters were going to be like. She imagined that they would be strong and probably no different than most of the others she had worked for. All of them had been rather burly with moustaches or goatees or somewhere along those lines. She shook a bit as she thought of that.

"Um… m-may I ask what your name is?" Katyusha finally asked as they slowly approached doors at the end of the wall just off to the right.

"My name is Honda Sakura," the shorter replied as she stopped in front of the doors and turned towards Katyusha. "Please knock and wait for someone to tell you to enter." She bowed to her. "I shall see you later if possible." The woman walked off.

Katyusha looked at her, thinking about her name. It sounded Asian, but she wasn't entirely positive about it. She could probably ask about it later on when she didn't have her hands tied with more important matters. With a deep breathe, she knocked on the door and awaited an answer.