Everybody loves milk

Collecting hay in a stack turned out to be an interesting, but not the most pleasant task. First, you had to work with a long pitchfork, put more hay on it and throw it up. The fact that a long stick with three teeth at the end was called a pitchfork, Jun learned later in the process.

Jun liked working with his hands, and soon took off his dirty shirt, leaving only his trousers and expensive sandals. Sweaty body of the boy was playing in the sun, driving crazy the unfortunate Lucy.

The girl was constantly distracted from her work, glancing at the strong, though not fully formed, muscles. A couple of times, she even forgot to grab some hay before throwing up the empty pitchfork. Unable to bear the desperate itch in her stomach any longer, Lucy excused herself and went to feed the chickens.

Jun was about to follow her, because he was terribly interested in what chickens were, but Lucy stopped him, pointing sternly at the unfinished stack. As soon as she raised her hand to point out the hay to the boy, her ample bosom swayed under her dress, and Jun felt that he would dig up three fields and collect a dozen haystacks just to see what was really hidden under her dress.

He had just finished throwing in the hay when Lucy returned with a jug of milk and scones.

"I brought food." Lucy said, as if accusing Jun of it.

"Hm, what is it?" Jun asked as he stuck the pitchfork in the ground and came closer. He looked into the jug in Lucy's hands and saw a white liquid inside.

"It's milk." Lucy said. "Haven't you ever seen milk?"

"Maybe seen." Jun shrugged, sniffing. "I don't remember. Can I try?"

Lucy lifted her chin, trying not to look at the boy's sweaty chest in front of her, and held out the jug. She turned her head to the side, while her heart was pounding, and her eyes didn't want to agree with her head and still looked at Jun.

He picked up the jug and took a sip. His eyes flew open, a firework of sensations exploded in his brain, and Jun continued to swallow the milk. Apparently, the talking eagle had overdone it a bit when he deprived Jun of even such memories as the taste of food.

Lucy watched him swallow the fresh milk of her goats and couldn't look away. As much as she tried to keep her distance, to pretend to be the touchy-feely Queen of all the untilled fields, this young man was truly an extravagant guest.

Milk trickled down his chin as he snorted and snorted, unable to stop himself, and ran down his sweaty chest and bare stomach with its hard abs. Lucy flushed like wildfire and looked up from his stomach back to his closed face. Only after draining half of the large jug did the boy finally look up.

He smiled happily from ear to ear and looked at Lucy with enthusiastic sight.

"Thank you." He said. He handed the jug back to her and turned back to the field. "Can I get started?"

"You." Lucy couldn't find the words. "Are you even normal?"

"I don't know." Jun said. "Why?"

"No one will work just for milk, and rather for the fact of beeing shown to the goats." Lucy said, looking at him with hard as steel eyes. "Tell me, were you sent from the castle? Does this Lord want to know where my father's treasure is again?"

Jun blinked as Lucy came at him like a red fire.

"It could be." Jun mumbled, not quite sure what was happening. "I'm telling you, I don't…"

"You can't lose your memory enough to forget the taste of milk." Lucy said, taking another step. She stared at him with an anger that seemed to burn through her. Jun stumbled in surprise. "Even in the city, everyone drinks milk, and I can't believe you've never had it. And I can't believe you just fell out of the sky to plow my field."

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At this point, the author fell under the table, understanding what it means to 'plow a maiden's field'

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"I'm not-" Jun began, but Lucy didn't stop.

"You come to me, play with your beautiful young body." The velvety voice took on a hint of acid. "And pretend to be innocent, even though I see how often you stare at my breasts! Don't try to deceive me, boy, I've said it before and I'll say it again." The wind whipped her red hair, making her a beautiful but terrifying predator at the same time. "No one will get my father's treasure as long as I stand on this land!"

A thunderclap came from nowhere, and the windows of a small house slammed behind her. Jun fell back, sat up, and put his hands on the soft lawn. He raised his right hand in a conciliatory gesture.

"Tell me more about this Lord." He said, and smiled gently.

"You can do it!"

Lucy turned, flapping the skirts of her dress, and headed for the house. After taking a couple of steps, she stopped and threw a flatbread in front of Jun.

"You'll need your strength to work." She said, and left.

Jun felt dumbfounded. Before he could recover from the taste of fresh milk, he became the object of suspicion and distrust. It would have been all right, but it hurt like hell that he couldn't remember anything at all.

"It would be justly to fall so ridiculously on my ass in front of a girl if I even knew that I really came from a Lord." He said, shaking his head and picking up a flatbread. "I think I'll eat this later."

High in the sky, an eagle flapped its wings and sighed sadly. When did he forget to spare the boy from caution? A stupid trait could ruin everything.

Jun stood up, ready for another challenge.

"I need to weed the field. But how do I do this?"

He looked around, hoping to find a clue, but all he saw was green grass plucked by goats, the remains of prickly hay lying here and there, a fence, a pitchfork stuck in the grass by himself, a second pitchfork left by Lucy, and the house where Lucy had gone. There was another building behind the house, and Jun wanted to check it out.

"Where are you going?" A disgruntled voice called out to him as he passed the house to turn into the building. "The field is in the other direction." The velvety voice exuded venom again, making Jun feel guilty.

"I don't know how to weed." He said to Lucy, who was standing on the porch with a stick in her hand.

"Hm! How would you know that?" She shot him a cold look. "Take it!" Lucy held out her stick.

"What is it?"

"Hoe." She said, and Jun took the hoe from her. "You must only dig up the top layer of earth so that the field can breathe.

"Understood." Jun nodded. "What is it?" He pointed to the building behind the house.

"You'll find out when you're done with the field." Lucy snapped.

Jun sighed. Well, what can he do, he agreed to the terms himself. He had already gained more experience than he expected, so he simply had to weed the field of this strange, fickle girl.

Jun grabbed the hoe and went to the side of the field. When he reached the fence, he jumped over it with ease and landed on the edge of the plowed ground. Here and there, tufts of some kind of grass stuck out.

"It's a weed!" Lucy called from behind. "Thresh it as hard as you can!"

"Understood." Jun nodded, and swung the hoe like a warrior saving a Princess swinging his two-handed sword at the dragon's head.

Lucy looked at him, grinned in spite of herself, and hid in the house. Only now could she exhale and fall on the only bed in the house.

"What's wrong with me?" She cried, looking up at the ceiling. "When I saw that boy, I didn't feel like myself. Mummy, if you were there, you would tell me."

Lucy closed her eyes and sniffed. Her heart was racing, her stomach was on fire, and her chest felt like it wanted to jump out of her dress.

"Did I fall in love?" She whispered, and her eyes widened in horror. "No way!"