“We will miss you. You are more of a brother to us than a teammate,” says Mbappe, getting out of the huge manor while looking at the other maids in the house of Caos.

As he stepped into the crisp evening air, memories of shared laughter and hard-fought matches flooded his mind. With a heavy heart, he whispered a promise to stay in touch, knowing that their bond would endure beyond the walls of their once-shared home.

“Au revoir, Monsieur Mbappe. Gardez-vous et des salutations à votre famille. Bonne soirée. On se bien amuses,” says Michaela, in her lovely attire, which she tried on after taking off the sexy dress she put on for Caos. As she turned to leave, a hint of melancholy lingered in her eyes, reflecting the bittersweet nature of farewells. Michaela took one last glance back, hoping to capture every detail of the moment, before stepping into the night, ready to embrace whatever new adventures awaited her.

“Dac, Moidmoiselle. A plus. toi aussi,” says Mbappe, closing the door to get in the wilderness of the endless nix. The cool breeze brushed against her skin as she walked away, each step echoing with the promise of change. With the stars overhead as her guide, Michaela felt a surge of determination, ready to face the unknown challenges that lay ahead.

“AHH. Save me. Chaos. She wants to murder me. What a nuisance. I need to make it back safely,” says Vini, running out of the house in a rush as if he was being chased down by a Nemean lion.

 “Get back in here, you Zambo. He stole your candies, honey,” says Zeraphina, glaring at the door left wide open by Vini. With a deep breath, Zeraphina shook her head, a mix of exasperation and amusement crossing her face.

“Honestly, that boy wouldn’t know chaos if it hit him in the face,” she muttered, before turning back to the mess of candy wrappers scattered across the kitchen counter, her thoughts already drifting to how to salvage the situation.

The others have already left the ginormous manor where his maids and Caos lived together.

On his way to his room, he finds Keyla wearing an Agent Provocateur piece of lingerie. But before she could utter a word. He charges at her, putting her on his shoulder to get her in his room.

“NOO. PUT ME DOWN. CAOS. DO NOT BE ROUGH ON ME… THESE ARE MY PYJAMAS.” says Keyla, in her red lingerie, blushing at the thought of being in the same room as Caos.

“Nah. You are just going to accompany me tonight.” Says Caos as he does 20000 push-ups in 10 minutes, reaching his limits, where she is put on the bed by Keyla and gets to undress him, looking at his 14-inch dick with awe. Keyla felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as she realized the intensity of the moment. With her heart racing, she leaned in closer, drawn by an unexplainable urge to explore this unexpected connection between them.

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