((OK, I lied. After two years, I finally birthed out something I should have done. I got inspired after discovering a video that I thought never existed and now here I am. Warning: May contain rather inappropriate themes like mild F/F, mild sexual innuendos-- heck everything in here is sexual innuendos lol))

"So, uh, what now?" You perked up, your voice echoing through the halls of the Trancy manor. The triplets had ceased their silent chattering and now looked at you, their faces void of any emotion.

They stepped closer to you, gesturing you into one of the hallways. They lead the way. Seeming that you have no other options, you began following them. You could hear your own footsteps echoing in the halls, but not theirs. Feeling a bit awkward with the silence, you stopped, swearing that they were still talking to each other softly. Probably about your dress that faced the turmoil that is Alois Trancy.

"It would be nice if I knew your names and hear you." You said almost sarcastically behind them.

They stopped upon hearing your voice. It took a moment before their hands cave over their mouths and began exchanging whispers to each other yet again. They turned around, their faces ever the same. You sighed in exasperation, feeling a bit disappointed they didn't acknowledge your--

"I'm Thompson."

"Timber."

"Canterbury."

The triplet in the middle, right and left said respectively. You were surprised but took this short moment of silence to frantically assign the specified names to their rightful owners. You didn't notice it but the four of you had already stopped in front of a door. Your eyes followed the one you thought was Timber as he opened the door. He stepped back and motions for you to enter.

Once inside, you were greeted by a room decorated with bluebells at almost every crevice there is. It was so blue, you swore you felt your eyes tingle at some point. Or maybe it was just that you haven't blinked for a while since you saw them. It was beautiful. And the smell was intoxicating, to say the least.

You turned around at the sound of the door closing to find the triplets making their way to a cabinet, immediately opening it. Dresses, blouses and skirts filled up the whole cabinet. And you wondered how Alois could have acquired such a number of them with no idea on who might be using it. Brushing off the thought of Alois possibly wearing a dress, you notice the triplets whispering to each other as Thompson held a yellow dress in his hands.

You gripped the collar of your ruined excuse of a dress. You knew you were soft-spoken. But heck, these triplets were worse than you, apparently. It was getting annoying.

Clearing your throat, you got their attention with Thompson putting the yellow dress on the bed. "A-As a fellow servant, I want to be on speaking terms with a-all of you..." You said, every word coming out like a rock in your throat. Their hands were just about to cave over their mouths once more to whisper to themselves but you talked some more. "Which means.... I want all of you to talk to me as well."

Biting your lip for their reaction, they whispered to themselves yet again. All three of them stopping halfway to slap their own lips once they remembered your request. With hopeful eyes, you watched them turn to you.

"I guess we can talk to her while the master's not around." The triplet on the right said.

"The master is insane." The triplet in the middle added.

"Clearly mental." The last one finished.

Sighing softly to yourself, you were happy to at least get them to talk to you. But the way they described their master gives you a sense of dread for a second. Feeling a little confident and a bit closer to the triplets, you wanted to make sure of their names again.

"Wait, forgive me but, which one is which again?" You said, lifting up one part of the dress that seemed to show more skin than you anticipated.

"I'm Timber." The one on the right said. "My hair goes clockwise." With that, he began to turn in said direction from his place.

"I'm Canterbury. My hair goes anti-clockwise." The one on the left said as he too turned but in the opposite direction.

"And I'm Thompson." The middle one said. You were waiting for him to do the same. He was halfway turning both clockwise and anti-clockwise. He basically didn't know which way he would turn which seemed absolutely adorable to you.

You chuckled as three beautiful men were now turning like gears in front of you. They stopped once they heard your laughter.

"What's so funny?" Thompson asked.

"The girl is entertained." Canterbury replied.

"She basically thinks we're idiots right now." Timber added.

"N-No! I don't!" You sputtered out, making the back part of your dress fall. You shivered and shut your mouth.

The triplets looked at each other for a moment and turned their sights back to the cabinet, looking through every possible dress that might suit you for your dinner later with their master. You sighed as you sat down on the bed, making sure nothing atrocious was peeking out of your disheveled excuse for a dress.

"Red suits the girl's skin." Canterbury said as he took out a hanger with a red dress that had a skirt that would only go up as high as the middle of your thighs.

"She would look like a prostitute in that." Timber added, fishing out a violet dress that was frilled everywhere.

"She would be a rotten cabbage with that." Thompson butted in, grabbing a blue dress that was as long as a curtain.

"She can clean the floors with that dress." Canterbury said, eyeing the blue dress Thompson held.

"Less work for us." Timber added, still holding the violet dress.

"Um, what about that one?" You pointed out as you sat from the bed. The triplets followed your suggestion as they pulled out a simple but rather elegant white dress.

Every edge of the dress was laced with blue ribbons and it was just right. You could even go as far as to say this dress was made for you. It was in your height, a balance of elegance and showed off just the right amount, and if not, maybe a little more skin especially the chest area. But maybe that didn't matter because you were so entranced by this dress, you let your arms fall, and the top part of your own dress along with it.

You soon realized what happened and quickly composed yourself, grabbing back the parts that concealed you. You turned away, completely embarrassed. The triplets still had their faces the same way but took it a point that they have seen what they just did.

"That's some boobage." Thompson started as the three walked towards you with the white dress in hand.

"I liked how they jiggled." Timber commented, unraveling some parts of the corset loose.

"Ms. Hannah's is bigger." Canterbury added, doing the same with the other half of the corset.

Every second spent with these triplets seemed to get you flustered. Every second spent in this very mansion seemed to get you flustered.

Seconds later, your spine tingled as you felt two pairs of cold hands touch your exposed back.

"We're going to get you out of your horrid clothing." Timber said as you looked back, their expressions still the same.

"So get naked." Canterbury remarked which got your face redder than it already is.

"Leave it to us." Thompson added.

Timber went around to your front, giving you his hand for you to stand up. You might as well just give up resisting to these three plum-haired men and just go with it. Alois did say they would take care of you. They probably mean well but their choice of words are a different topic.

You stood up, the dress Ciel supposedly gave you as your uniform pooling around your ankles as you finally let them go. You felt cold. And the three pairs of scarlet eyes eyeing you weren't helping either. You couldn't tell if they even had malicious intents. Their faces hold no possible or any traces of expression. It was... Mysterious. Almost enough to turn you on on what might be going on in their heads.

But luckily for you, they freely let it all out using words.

"The master has good taste." Thompson stated.

"Ass could be bigger." Canterbury said as you heard him straightening out the white dress behind you.

You waited for Timber, who was still holding your hand, to say something to complete the combo. He just looked at you. His eyes trailed nowhere. And your breath hitched when you see his eyes go from a scarlet red to a light pink for just a second then back again.

"So warm..." You heard him say.

"So soft." You heard Canterbury behind you as he cups your ass.

"So beautiful." Thompson completed as he appeared at your side, his finger guiding your chin to face him.

Your heart felt like you were just running a mile. And your body interpreted this as boiling hot temperature. You felt like you were going to faint. Yet you wanted to stay completely conscious as to what they might do next.

Thompson was just about to lean in when you all heard a female voice at the door.

"I see this is what the master has been fussing all about." A beautiful silver-haired maid said as she had her hand resting on the doorway that was now wide open. "Let me see her."

The triplets silently stepped aside as the woman stepped closer to you. You tried to avoid her gaze but, just like Thompson, her fingers led your sights to her own. "Indeed, a pretty thing." She said, smiling sincerely at you. "You'll make the master happy, won't you?"

You didn't have the will to answer but manage to do a small nod. She leans in closer to your ear, you could almost hear her breathing.

"Good, because if the master's happy," she said, her lips going down to the spot between your neck and shoulder. "Then I'm happy."

Without further ado, you felt her lips on your skin. It was soft and pleasant nonetheless. Everything was just happening so fast, you couldn't even comprehend anything anymore. You felt her tongue swirl around one spot that sent a moan echoing through the room filled with bluebells. Your own blue room of pleasure.

You were surprised when she bit down hard on that spot, making your eyes prickle with small tears. She smirked on your skin as your back arched towards her, both your chests are pressing against each other. She pulled away, seeming satisfied.

"That was quite the show." Canterbury said, his hands covering his crotch area.

"That was hot." Timber continued, his hands the same way.

"I want a turn." Thompson added, also hiding the same thing.

"Almost dinner, boys." The woman stated, heading towards the door. "I suggest you get her ready or the master will not be pleased."

"The master will throw a fit." Thompson said, setting his sights back to the dress on the bed.

"A real chore." Canterbury followed.

"He's like the devil himself." Timber commented.

The three suddenly stopped after that statement. Thompson and Canterbury looked quietly at their other brother, Timber.

"That's not true." Canterbury argued, spreading the corset over your chest.

"Yes, the master is probably much worse." Thompson added, pulling on the ribbons on the corset tight as you just stood there.

"Still a chore nonetheless." Timber finished as he tied the petticoat around your waist and fluffed it.

~~~~ dinner brought to you by the tap-dancing Claude~~~~

"You look rather exquisite tonight," Alois says as he pats his lips clean with a napkin. "I must say the triplets did a good job in picking out that dress for you."

You could feel the whispers of the triplets behind you as you finished eating as well. Seems they remembered that they can only talk to you when their master is not around.

"You're too kind, my lord." You replied, reaching for your wine glass that was filled with water instead.

"How about we take this soon-to-be-heated conversation upstairs?" Alois snarked, getting excited just by the thought of it. "I can't wait to take off your dress the second time~"

You almost choked on your water. The whispers behind you continued.

~~~~ bridal style carry brought to you by gravity and Trancy Hornyness™ ~~~~

Claude told the triplets to guard the master bedroom tonight. He told them a certain Phantomhive household would barge in for an unexpected visit this evening. And the triplets would be the last line of defense.

The triplets remained expressionless as they could hear their young master giggle in glee at your presence inside. The three could start a silent conversation in their current predicament but they would rather not risk it. They have to stay vigilant. There is the Phantomhive butler to worry about. If only they could--

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Alois' voice rang inside the room.

On instinct, and mainly curiosity, the triplets slammed the door open to find an enraged Alois glaring angrily at them.

"I told you three dimwits to take care of her, NOT GIVE HER TO ME SPOILT." Alois shouted as he pointed to a certain spot on your neck that was just starting to bruise from your earlier encounters with the rest of the staff.

You were too shocked to say anything as a crow appeared on the other end of the windowsill in the room.

((I'm sorry if this story may have included themes that might not be appropriate, but hey. A lot can happen after two years. I had to somehow make up for it since a lot of people really wanted the triplets to be in here. And... I guess this chapter was really... Intense lol NOW I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE NOW I HAVE NO REGRETS HAHA I love you, guys.))