Humans wear clothes.
Of course, they wear underwear too.
It’s only natural to wear it, but…
“Ahaha, n-no, that’s not it.”
I was standing there in a maid outfit—without any underwear.
And in front of the girl who wanted to screw me the most in the world.
‘What excuse can I even make…?’
I was just as baffled as anyone would be.
Because of that, my brain completely shut down.
If I stayed still, I might get accused of something like, “You slut, you seduced me first…!” I needed to come up with an excuse quickly, but…
Yena didn’t give me any time to think.
Her body slowly closed the distance between us.
“W-wait. Don’t come any closer. It’s just, haha, I was actually planning to wear—”
Hug.
“Huh…?”
I thought she’d tear my clothes off right then and there.
But contrary to my expectations, she pulled me into a tight embrace instead.
“Thanks for wearing it. I was actually a little worried you wouldn’t.”
What was she talking about all of a sudden?
She already had my wish coupon.
Did that mean she was going to grant any wish I had, no matter what?
“…You have the wish coupon, though.”
“Well, yeah.”
Yena kept defying my expectations.
This was a good situation for me, but…
If I felt even a little disappointed, did that make me weird?
I took a deep breath in her warm embrace.
Me in a maid outfit, and her in her ordinary school uniform.
Even though it was just cosplay, embarrassment crept up inside me.
It felt like… I was the only one being weird here.
If Yena had dressed up with me, maybe I wouldn’t have felt as embarrassed.
That train of thought shattered the moment she spoke again.
“Well… I didn’t expect the no-underwear part, though.”
“…T-that’s…!”
I didn’t even know why myself.
Why did I try to put clothes on bare skin?
This was all her fault.
At least if I shifted the blame, I could argue that I wasn’t inherently perverted.
“I don’t know. It’s all your fault.”
Yena patted my shoulder.
Since I was hugging her, I couldn’t see her expression.
After holding me quietly for a while, she pulled back slightly and met my eyes.
“You’re cute. Got it, it’s my fault. All of it—my fault. The fact that you’re wearing this sexy outfit, the fact that you’re not wearing underwear, all of it. Hehe.”
“…As long as you know.”
She was totally making fun of me.
I let out a deep sigh and forced my thoughts elsewhere.
If I kept dwelling on this, I’d die of embarrassment.
“So… is this it? Just wearing this, or is there more?”
“Hmm… Of course there’s more. But this part…”
“You thought I wouldn’t agree to that either?”
“Mmm…”
Uncharacteristically, Yena acted hesitant.
Of course, I knew it was an act.
Her eyes were smiling—she’d enjoy whatever reaction I gave.
I decided to play along.
“Idiot. Why would you worry about that?”
There were two reasons.
First, of course, was that she’d worked hard for me.
As both a lover and a teacher, she’d supported me in every way.
Thanks to her, I did pretty well on my exams.
And I didn’t have to worry about sexual threats anymore.
‘The masturbation thing… was just an accident.’
Though it happened partly because she’d been too hands-off.
The second reason was simpler—
Pure personal desire.
I wanted to see Yena flustered for once.
If I, who always refused, suddenly agreed to everything, she’d be shocked.
I wanted to see that look on her face, so I agreed.
I took her hand and guided it to my neck.
Uncurling her fingers one by one, I placed them under my chin and said:
“Today… you can do whatever you want. Everything.”
The fingers against my neck twitched, betraying Yena’s emotions.
Not that I needed it—her face said everything.
She looked like she was about to explode.
Watching her trembling lips, a thought suddenly hit me.
‘Wait.’
Our first night together flashed through my mind.
“Ah, no piercings…!”
“Pfft.”
“…I’m serious, it’s scary.”
The tension shattered instantly.
The heated gaze she’d fixed on me moments ago softened into amusement.
Mwah.
In the blink of an eye, Yena pressed her lips to mine, leaving a fleeting mark.
Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, I smiled faintly.
My face was probably already bright red.
“Hayul…”
Her voice was thick with desire.
The moment I tried to respond—
“Mmph.”
A single finger pressed against my lips, silencing me.
Instead, I gave her a questioning look.
The answer that followed, whispered into my ear, was far more ridiculous than I expected.
“Since when does a maid speak informally?”
“Ehk…”
Are you kidding me? We were just having a moment.
And she ruined it like this?
‘I must be insane, ugh.’
I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them again.
This was seriously dizzying.
I couldn’t help but facepalm internally.
But a promise was a promise.
If I backed out over one comment, I shouldn’t have agreed in the first place.
Forcing my trembling lips into a smile, I spoke.
“I apologize… Master.”
“Oh? I didn’t even have to tell you.”
“…Uuu.”
My whole body shuddered.
Digging my nails into my palm, I engraved the word “patience” into my heart.
“It’s a maid’s basic duty… Master.”
“Good basics. I like that… Then, shall I check if you’ve really mastered the basics?”
This might be a little dangerous.
I’d attacked her with logic, but she countered effortlessly.
Yena’s other hand moved toward my neck.
“Ehk… Master, choking has nothing to do with the basics—”
“What are you talking about?”
“Huh?”
But contrary to my expectations, her hands stopped just below my neck—right at the black ribbon.
“It’s crooked here. It should be straight like this. Basics, right?”
My face instantly burned red.
Had I… misread the situation?
No, that timing was definitely a choking setup.
Experience told me it always felt that way.
As if refusing to let me explain, she pressed further.
Her hands slid back up to my neck.
“Ah, so this is what you actually wanted? You’re so lewd.”
“Th-that’s not— I mean, no, I never said that… Master.”
“Oh? Backpedaling now?”
Flustered, I’d played the worst possible card.
Now she had two weaknesses to exploit.
My legs tensed on their own.
“Hmm, can you really call yourself a maid like this?”
Yena bent down and lightly lifted the hem of my skirt.
It was a modest length—somewhere between a traditional maid outfit and an R-rated costume.
In short, it reached mid-thigh.
I clasped my hands politely over my lower stomach.
A defensive gesture, really.
An attempt to press the skirt down and resist, even just a little.
Though outwardly, it just looked like proper maid etiquette.
“The stockings too—they’re not right here.”
Her fingers brushed near my knees.
My thighs trembled slightly from the tension.
W-wait, they were only supposed to go up that far!
If she pulled them any higher, then surely—
“Hng…!”
“They should be pulled up all the way, like this.”
A firm pressure glided over my skin as she adjusted the stockings.
Now they hugged the lower third of my thighs, squeezing just enough to make the flesh above puff out slightly.
“See this? So obscene.”
She poked at the indented skin, amused.
What was so exciting about this?
Obviously, the stockings would press in like that—
“I… don’t see anything, Master…”
But then she lifted the skirt higher, blocking my view entirely.
Before I realized it, Yena’s head was practically tucked under my skirt.
After adjusting the other stocking, she froze in place.
A slow, creeping dread filled me.
“Wh-what are you doing…?”
“Snnniff…”
There was no mistaking it—she was looking up.
But her eyes were just hidden enough that I couldn’t tell where her gaze landed.
I took a big step back, yanking my skirt down.
I’d been pressing it against my lower stomach, so it should’ve been fine—
Except if she ducked her head in, the gap below would’ve been completely exposed.
“What were you even looking at?!”
“Ah… it’s gone now.”
“Hah… You’re insane, you damn pervert—”
“Tsk tsk.”
Yena was now staring at the ceiling.
But she’d definitely been looking lower a second ago.
Her smug grin shifted into an exaggerated pout.
‘…It’s not even the first time, so why am I so embarrassed? Ugh.’
I subtly parted my legs and tucked the skirt’s hem between my thighs.
Squeezing the fabric tight gave me some peace of mind.
Yena’s gaze bore into my lower half like a laser.
“Eek…!”
What was meant to block the view only emphasized the curves of my thighs against the fabric.
I immediately relaxed my grip, freeing the skirt.
Too late, of course.
Yena, having already gotten an eyeful, crawled toward me on her knees.
“Ahem… Are your knees okay, Master…?”
A desperate attempt to change the subject.
I couldn’t just let her tease me like this.
Luckily (or unluckily), Yena only smirked in response.
Her hands slid behind my waist.
“And the waist ribbon needs to be tighter.”
“Ngh… Ah, it hurts…”
She wasn’t kidding.
It was already cinched snugly—any tighter just made it dig into my skin.
“Tighter, okay?”
“Y-yes…?”
Her phrasing was… suspicious.
And I wasn’t naïve enough to miss the implication.
At least she wasn’t mocking me further.
I decided to feed her a little more ammunition.
“I-It’s already as tight as it can go… You can feel that, right?”
“……”
Was that the right answer?
Yena froze completely.
Ah… Did my counterattack hit harder than expected?
Then, with a sharp inhale, she grabbed both my legs.
“Wha—?!”
I toppled backward—only for Yena to catch my waist with inhuman reflexes.
No injuries, but still terrifying.
“Huu… Hah…”
“M-Master?”
“Yeah… That’s right. Your Master’s pissed now.”
*”Eep… Then, um… Could you maybe… calm down?”