“Told you.”
Bea stood up and began walking towards what he now recognized as a computer.
But knowing what it was didn’t mean understanding what it was.
“...I have so many questions—no.” Julius shook his head.
“I don’t even know what to ask.”
The maid chuckled. “Don’t worry, even I sometimes don’t get how they work, and I’ve lived through its whole development process.”
“...That’s not exactly reassuring.”
Bea stopped in front of the chair, beckoning him with his hand.
“Come on, master. The best way to learn is to experience it first-hand, no?”
Julius reluctantly rose from the bed. “I think building a hundred castles would be easier than this.”
He reached her in no time, sitting down on the black, cushioned chair with a tall backrest. When he rested his weight on it, the chair slightly moved with a whirring sound as the wheels glided across the floor.
“Even this…gaming chair is weird.”
Julius laid both of his hands on the armrest and weakly kicked his foot against the ground, making the chair move further.
As he shifted his chair around, the frown on his face began to disappear, replaced by a faint tug on the corner of his lips.
“Weird…and surprisingly fun.”
Bea let out a small giggle. “You haven’t experienced anything yet.”
In the next moment, she held the chair from behind, stopping him in place.
“Wait, Bea, I still want to—whoa!”
The chair suddenly propelled forward, all the way across the room.
When he hit the frame of the bed with a soft thud, he immediately spun around.
“That was so fun!” He grinned, almost jumping.
“I never thought anything could top riding on Hannibal’s elephants, but this one just did!”
He dragged his feet against the floor, inching the chair towards the smiling maid.
“Do it again! Do it again!”
“As you command, my childish master.” She bowed playfully and then pushed him again.
Julius raised both of his hands and laughed freely as the wind hit his face and flopped his golden blonde hair around.
He arrived at the bed with another thud and promptly went back into position in front of the maid.
“Push me again!”
The man raised both of his hands expectantly, but the chair never moved.
“Yeah, no. I already know you’ll do this for hours if I don’t stop you now.”
Julius looked back and shot a disappointed glare at her. “No! Why are you disobeying your master?!”
“I’m not really your maid, Julius. I’m your wife.” Bea met his gaze with a deadpan look.
He closed his mouth.
“...You know, it’s not fair if you bring that up whenever you don’t want to do something.”
The woman placed a fingertip against her lips, feigning contemplation. “But don’t you like it when I act as your maid?”
Infuriatingly, she also pressed an arm below her breasts, emphasizing their size and tenderness.
Julius swallowed. “...That’s not relevant now.”
“But fine, I guess we should do this later…”
Bea sighed when she looked at his face.
“One more time,” she exasperatedly said as she pushed the chair again.
Instantly, his frown turned upside down as he cheered, enjoying the “ride”.
“Haha! I love you, Bea!”
When the chair reached the bed for a third time, he stood up, with laughter still leaking out from his lips, and walked towards the woman, pulling the chair with him.
“Why would humans still use their legs after this innovation?” Julius brushed his hand with the leather.
“It’s inconvenient, and the chair is not made for transportation, master.”
Bea had seamlessly returned to her maid persona.
“There are these things called wheelchairs, but they’re mostly reserved for those who are unable to walk.”
His mind quickly conjured an image of a chair with bigger wheels on its side.
“Furthermore,” she continued, “you probably know by now that the humans have built towering structures after they ran out of land to spread outward.”
Julius laughed under his breath. “Skyscrapers. What a grand name befitting of their grand ambitions.”
Caesar would definitely have approved.
“Yes, those are the more extreme ones. But right now, it’s not rare for even a common building to have more than one floor.”
She grabbed the chair from him and held its armrest, rolling it in place.
“Although these chairs are sometimes kept in mind when building them, traversing the world with these would still be inferior to using your own legs.”
“And that’s not even mentioning how not all roads are flat so—”
Julius frantically waved his hands in front of her. “Okay, I get it! Chairs, not for travelling!”
“Can you please let go of your hand now? You’re crushing it!”
Bea looked down, and saw the armrest that she had been holding compressed into a black cylinder beneath her hand.
“Whoops.” She released the innocent victim.
Julius immediately snatched the chair away from her, caressing the crushed section like a mother soothing her child’s injury. “There, there. Don’t worry, you’re safe from the scary lady now.”
Bea huffed, stomping her foot. “Stop giving it attention!”
“I’m not—wait.”
His eyes flashed with a hint of realization as his grin turned wider.
“Are you actually jealous of a chair?”
She froze.
“Is that why you didn’t want to push me again and why you vehemently explained why chairs won’t work as a method of transportation?”
“N-No! I would never—kya!”
Julius swept her off her feet, carrying her like the jealous princess she was.
“I can never do this with an inanimate object, Bea.”
The obsidian-haired woman curled up in his embrace, her hands close to her chest, her face approaching the redness of her eyes.
With their eyes interlocking, Julius kissed her parted lips.
“I can’t do that.”
Then her blushing cheeks.
“Or that.”
His eyes trailed to her heaving breasts, preparing to devour them as well, when a palm stopped his mouth.
“Okay, okay! I get it!”
Naturally, a mere palm wouldn’t be able to stop his lips from returning to its rightful spot, so he pressed against her.
The force stopping him soon disappeared, but alas, so did the woman in his arms, as the body vanished into a pool of darkness.
Bea reappeared near the bed, clutching her chest with a wronged expression.
Julius laughed.
He then pointed at the monitor on the desk with his thumb.
“Can you teach me about the internet now?”