Cha Huila

"Brrr... it's freaking cold...!"

I rushed into the house, clutching my body that had been frozen solid from the walk.

Thankfully, the house was very warm.

I wore a relaxed expression, feeling my chilled body warm up quickly.

Just as I kicked off my shoes and was soaking in the cozy warmth, unable to even think of leaving the entrance...

"Welcome home, Master."

A beautiful, clear voice tickled my ears.

"Ah... yeah."

The owner of the beautiful voice that called me 'Master' was, of course, Chaerin.

The Chaerin who was so emaciated you could see her bones from lack of eating was nowhere to be seen. Her face was full of life, as if she was satisfied with life in our house, and her already beautiful face had gotten even prettier as she'd gained some weight.

Because of that...

Twitch.

It felt like my dick was about to spring to attention.

Even though I had just fucked just fucked three women into unconsciousness, my sexual appetite didn't seem to have gone anywhere. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Chaerin maid uniform.

Unlike Nayeong and my other women, who would dress up and play the role for me as a game...

Chaerin, who lived in my house and wore nothing but maid uniforms, insisted she couldn't just do nothing and took over all the housework.

Which meant she wasn't much different from a real maid.

And having a woman like that right in front of me...

One with such a beautiful face and such a curvaceous body... it wasn't easy for a man to hold back.

"Na-Nayeong?"

I forced my gaze away and took off my shoes.

I knew she was better around men now, but she still hated having a man's hands on her body. No, her body rejected it instinctively.

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Her gaze must be the same.

So, for her sake, I did my best to look away and asked about Nayeong's whereabouts.

"The Mistress has gone to meet with the other Mistresses."

By 'other Mistresses,' she must mean Chaeyeon, Mijin, and Eunbi.

Which meant I was alone in this huge house with her.

"I see..."

I walked down the hallway, passing by her as if I was escaping.

My dick was already so hard it felt like it would burst.

I was going crazy wanting to taste a real maid as soon as possible.

"Master."

"What?"

"The Mistress asked me to give you a message."

"What is it?"

She could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have just called or texted. The fact that she went out of her way to ask Chaerin to deliver a message made me wonder if it was something serious. For a moment, I felt worried.

"She said it seems you haven't been paying much attention to Ms. Huila lately, and suggested that when you got home, you might want to go see her."

"Ah... now that you mention it."

I really had been busy just with my own stuff lately.

And Huila noona lived pretty far away, so our time together had naturally decreased.

Thinking about it, it must have been almost three weeks since my last date with Huila noona.

Damn. I felt like I really had neglected her.

"I guess I should. Thanks."

"It's nothing. I simply ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠relayed the Mistress's words."

"Right... of course."

Watching Chaerin maintain the concept of an imaginary maid rather than a real one made my mind feel confused.

She used to cry easily and sometimes laugh easily, too...

But these days, she stubbornly stayed expressionless and didn't even smile.

Had something happened?

I didn't think anything had happened to change her personality itself... Hmm... I had no idea what was going on.

"Chaerin."

"Yes, Master."

"You don't... have to call me Master. Just call me Jihoon."

"I cannot do that."

"......"

Her firm reply left me speechless.

A while back, my parents had scolded me, demanding to know what I had done to make her start calling me 'Master' and Nayeong 'Mistress'. No, if I had told her to do that, I wouldn't be so upset. But I had never once told her to call me Master.

And Nayeong said the same.

"Fine... suit yourself. I'm heading out to see Huila noona. Let me know if you need anything."

"Yes. Understood."

Chaerin was still so rigid.

So stiff it was making my whole body itch.

I felt like if I could resolve her trauma as quickly as possible and hold her, I could finally be alone with her in the same house without this awkwardness.

"I'm going."

"Please be careful."

Bow.

"......"

I closed the door behind me, leaving her bowing politely with her hands clasped together.

"What's up with her. Seriously."

It would be a lie if I said I didn't want a maid like that, but if she was like this from the beginning, it would be another story. Suddenly becoming like this out of nowhere was just uncomfortable.

I forced the thought of Chaerin out of my head entirely.

For now, I had to focus on Huila noona, who might be upset that I hadn't made time for her.

I took out my smartphone from my pocket and called Huila noona.

I hung up and pulled up the tracking app.

With so many things going on, I was worried someone might try to get revenge by going after my women, so I had installed the app on their phones without them knowing.

I tried not to use it because I thought they would hate it, but the moment Huila noona said she was with guys, all reason flew out the window.

So, as soon as I confirmed Huila noona location, I jumped into a taxi.

"What was that...?"

Huila was dumbfounded.

He hadn't even called in ages, and then he suddenly calls today, asks where she is out of nowhere, and suggests a date.

And when she said she was with friends and refused, he just hung up.

No, to be exact, it was the moment she said there were guys too.

"Surely he doesn't think I'm playing around with other guys?"

Thinking about what Jihoon might have been thinking when he hung up, she arrived at this conclusion.

"Pfft...!"

She couldn't help but laugh.

No way... right? Or is it for real?

A whirlwind of thoughts. He's the one who can't be satisfied with just one woman and embraces multiple, yet...

Jihoon getting jealous just from the fact that she was with a guy felt so incredibly cute to her.

It's not like she was alone with them.

Right now, including herself, there were five girls and four guys hanging out.

Well, "hanging out" was a generous way to put it.

It was Yeona, the one Huila considered a true friend, who had forced her to come. Back at the school festival, Yeona had helped her have sex with Jihoon in the storage room, and then semi-jokingly, semi-seriously asked if Jihoon could take her as a concubine. Seeing Huila constantly alone, Yeona couldn't just leave her be and dragged her out.

She even threw a tantrum saying she wouldn't take no for an answer, so Huila had reluctantly followed along.

And as expected...

The crowded, noisy atmosphere still didn't feel comfortable.

Huila, who had briefly stepped out of the karaoke room ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to take the call, thought that saying she was going home and going to see Jihoon wouldn't be a bad idea.

Then she thought if her friends found out, it might cause problems... so she just for today, it wasn't so bad to just go along with them.

Besides, if they called her again next time, she would have a reason to refuse by saying today wasn't very fun.

"Who was that on the phone?"

As she sat down on an empty seat, watching Yeona sing her heart out in front of the screen, a guy quickly swooped in and sat right next to her, asking a question.

Huila tilted her head looking at him.

'Who... is this guy again?'

She couldn't quite remember who he was.

His reason for approaching wasn't much different from the others, and she was so guarded against guys that she couldn't even remember their names, let alone their faces.

Not that she easily forgot girls, though.

Well, it wasn't completely true; there were a few she remembered.

The real scumbags who kept pushing even after she said no.

Because of them, she couldn't help but be oblivious to the mediocre guys hanging around her.

"My boyfriend."

She answered as if to say, "I'm taken, so buzz off."

"Yeah? What did your boyfriend say? Why'd he call?"

He persisted, not giving up.

"He said he wanted to go on a date right now."

"So are you going?"

"No. I'm seeing him tomorrow."

Graduation was coming up, and these were school friends she was seeing for the last time. She figured she should force herself to hang out with them at least once. That was her only thought. The guy, for some reason I couldn't fathom, had a smile on his lips as if he had gained some kind of hope from her words.

"Are you talking about that cute little guy who came to the festival last time?"

Huila, who had lost weight by the festival and become incredibly beautiful, had a story as romantic as a drama. On top of that, she had such an outstanding beauty that eyes constantly gathered on her, whether she liked it or not. Naturally, many people knew the face of Jihoon, who was by her side.

But then,

"Cute?"

Was he cute? She fell into a deep contemplation.

He was manly and robust, but she wasn't sure about cute.

No, wait. He is cute, isn't he? The phone call just now was like that too. Yeah... I guess he's cute.

"You don't think so? I thought he was cute. He looked like your little brother or something."

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It felt like he was subtly telling her that Jihoon was too young and thus not suitable as a boyfriend. That he himself, more mature and handsome than Jihoon, was the right one for the seat next to her.

Was she being too sensitive?

Huila let the guy's prattling go in one ear and out the other, thinking nothing of it.

It continued until Yeona finished her song and came to sit beside her.

"Haaah! My throat is killing me! Hey Huila! A drink!"

Despite there being plenty of empty seats, Yeona deliberately plopped her heavy backside down next to Huila, squeezing between her and the guy.

"Here. Take this."

She then asked Huila to hand her a drink that was out of reach, and Huila grabbed it and passed it to her.

Yeona gulped it down, let out a sigh of satisfaction, and brought her lips to Huila's ear.

There was something that felt like a hint of hostility or obsession in her voice.