The Maid's Overwhelming Morning and a Kiss That Changes Everything

I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. ‘What the hell… when did I even fall asleep?’

A deep sigh escaped me on its own. “Haa……”

I’d clung to the tiniest sliver of hope that this dog-bone of a possession might have been nothing more than a nightmare, but no. This was reality. Cold, hard reality.

That’s when my entire field of vision was suddenly blocked.

Wait, what is this huge, heavy pressure—

Ria’s overwhelming F-cup breasts completely filled my sight, hammering home the fact that every bit of this was a goddamn nightmare come true.

Of course, from a possession perspective, having this insanely beautiful F-cup maid wake me up was easily worth three hundred million out of a hundred points. The scent was incredible. The weight was incredible. But no—today my neck might actually get sliced off. Who the hell could focus on F-cups at a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time like this?

‘Last night’s escape attempt failed too, huh.’

I’d tried to slip away in the middle of the night, wandering around the mansion walls, but the place really was a count’s estate—the walls were ridiculously tall. I’d jumped, thinking maybe this body had some hidden talent, but nope. Evan was just a completely ordinary, talentless loser. No answers anywhere.

The mansion was hundreds of times bigger than my old one-room apartment that cost a thousand in deposit and fifty in rent, but for a noble house in a novel it was actually pretty shabby. Still, I was about to set up a ladder against the wall when—

“Young Master. What are you doing here? And what is that ladder for?”

Ria’s icy voice from behind had frozen me solid on the spot.

I’d managed to raise her favorability a bit yesterday by bullshitting about being an alchemist, but her deep-rooted distrust hadn’t completely vanished. Which made sense. She probably thought the worthless scoundrel was trying to steal money again and sneak off to a gambling den at night, so she’d stuck to me like glue.

“I wanted to see the stars up close.”

“Please stop with the ridiculous excuses. That’s the twenty-seventh time you’ve claimed you’re setting up a ladder to look at stars.”

Damn, so this bastard Evan was a repeat ladder-climbing offender. But why the hell did she remember the exact number twenty-seven?

“Preparations are complete. Please board the carriage, Young Master.”

Ria’s crisp voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

Clatter. Clatter.

The carriage that had left the count’s estate rattled loudly as it raced down the dirt road.

‘Wait, why is this thing shaking so violently? Is this even a carriage? My spine’s going to snap. Ow, my back…’

I hadn’t expected car-level comfort, but I didn’t think it would hurt this much. Looking out the window, I let out a hollow laugh. There was only one horse pulling the carriage. No matter how far the family had fallen, the eldest son of a count heading to the academy was riding a broken-down one-horsepower wreck? The count’s dignity had to have drilled straight through the mantle and into the core by now. Yeah, Evan really had ruined everything.

“Is the academy close from here? With this ride quality, walking might actually be faster.”

I tossed out the joke to lighten the mood.

“You. Must. Be. Joking. Young. Master.”

The air inside the carriage froze instantly. Ria, sitting across from me, had gone completely cold. Why are you so scary? You’re my maid, aren’t you? Anyone watching would think you’re the master here. Just yesterday she’d looked at me like a savior and called me “My Lord,” but overnight she’d dropped straight back down to “Young. Master.”?

‘This is insane. Just how much of an absolute bastard was he on a daily basis for the effect to wear off in a single night?’

At this rate, the favorability gold mine that was supposed to give me coins would collapse tomorrow. Right now, coins were the most important thing. Coins.

I quietly pulled out the highest-grade chocolate piece I’d stashed in my inventory yesterday.

“Open your mouth.”

“Pardon? Mmph—!”

I didn’t give her a chance to speak, shoving the large chunk of chocolate straight between her pretty red lips.

“Mmm…?!”

Ria chewed a few times before her eyes suddenly bulged like they were about to pop out of her head. Unlike the tiny piece yesterday, I’d given her the whole remaining chunk. To a girl who’d lived her whole life as a maid eating nothing but rough scraps of bread, this was the ultimate ultra-sweet product made with blood, sweat, and tears in a capitalist factory on Earth. Even I couldn’t resist chocolate—how could she? Could she really win against food scientists pouring their heart and soul into this?

Her pupils shook like she was having an earthquake.

‘What? So yesterday’s alchemy thing wasn’t a scam? I thought it over and figured it had to be a trick, but here it is appearing out of thin air again. There’s nowhere to hide it in this carriage. And what is this overwhelmingly ecstatic sweetness? How is this even possible?’

Shock and ecstasy flickered across Ria’s face before her expression completely changed. Then, fighting against the carriage’s shaking, she scooted right up next to me. A faint yet captivating scent stole into my nose.

“M-Master……”

Back to Master. Man, it’s hard to get her to call me that.

She pressed her lips close to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my ear so the coachman wouldn’t hear and whispered, her breath growing even more intoxicating.

“I swear I will never reveal your secret of being an alchemist. Not to the head of the house, not to the madam. I will take it to my grave. And… Lady Sylvia’s fan… no, that too—I will definitely secure it and deliver it to you no matter what, Master.”

Her solemn vow. The hot breath brushing my earlobe and the sweet chocolate scent.

Yeah, no one can resist chocolate.

In the narrow carriage, amid the rattling vibrations, her massive F-cup breasts brushed against my forearm.

‘Nice work, coachman. Shake it more. Shake it harder.’

—Clatter!

As if it could read my mind, the carriage hit a large rock and lurched violently. Her enormous breasts pressed firmly against my arm. This weight—this was definitely reality.

Suddenly, the suppressed male instinct burst out.

Who cares if I might die today? What’s there to hesitate about?

I turned my head slightly and kissed her right on the lips as she was about to say something else near my ear.

“…Hiiik?!”

Ria’s shoulders jerked up. But she didn’t push me away. Afraid the coachman outside might hear, she swallowed even her scream, only clenching her trembling fists tightly.

Even if I die, kissing a beauty like this once is worth it, right? Perfect weather for a kiss.

I boldly slipped my tongue in and began to move it. Hers came out to meet me. Our tongues tangled, hot breath mixing together. The moist sensation. Her scorching breath and the pounding of her racing heart. Her eyes widened in round surprise. It was an inexperienced kiss, which made it all the sweeter.

Then—

Clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter!

The carriage shook continuously, making our bodies move together. The entangled tongues rocked even more wildly. The feeling was pure ecstasy. Her face grew redder and redder, her heart pounding like crazy. Her breathing turned rough.

Nice assist, coachman! Thank you!

But why weren’t any coins coming? Was a kiss only worth doing once? Did I need to do something else? And why wasn’t her favorability even going up? The system really did whatever it wanted. Whatever.

A little slow on the response, but it was something. Twenty-five coins from a single kiss. Nice shot!

In this world, I’d already shared my first kiss—something I’d never done in reality—twice with this F-cup maid. I really could die without regrets now.

Wait, no. Why die? I had to live. In this crazy world with an F-cup maid, I absolutely had to survive. In a world where even kissing gave me coins, I had to live no matter what.

When I pulled my lips away and leaned back slightly, Ria’s face was flushed bright red. She hung her head, completely flustered. There was a hint of longing in her eyes. Suddenly she grabbed my hand tightly. And she wouldn’t let go. When I tried to pull away, she squeezed even harder.

What the—? What is this all of a sudden? I just wanted coins…

That was when—

—Screeech.

“We’ve arrived, Sudden Young Master.”

Sudden Young Master? The coachman’s pronunciation as he opened the door was off. Not Young Master, but Sudden Young Master. It was clearly a mocking twist of the tongue. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I could only imagine how much of a cold shoulder the old Evan must have gotten. If he’d just gone and died earlier, I never would have possessed him.

I was just brushing it off when Ria, whose face had been burning scarlet, suddenly hardened her expression completely and leaped out of the carriage.

Shing!

The cold dagger in her hand flew straight toward the coachman’s throat. When the hell did she draw that? I didn’t even see it. No wonder the original Evan had been too scared to run away yesterday. He really had been insane.

“How dare you wag your tongue so carelessly! From now on, you will address him as ‘Master,’ not Young Master!”

That’s it, Ria! Keep pushing! Crush him!

“Hiiik! R-Ria, you bitch, have you gone—!”

The coachman turned deathly pale and tried to shout, but the moment he realized her killing intent was real, he lowered his head and stammered. His eyes clearly said, ‘Why all of a sudden? Weren’t you ignoring that scoundrel too?’ I could see everything.

I slowly stepped down from the carriage and gave the frozen coachman a cold smile.

“It’s fine. Everyone makes mistakes. However—”

I made a light slashing gesture across my throat.

“If you make another mistake, it won’t be your tongue that gets pulled out. It’ll be your neck.”

At my chilling tone, the coachman’s pants began to grow visibly wet. In a world where even heroes could cut off a count’s son’s head, a coachman was nothing.

“Th-th-thank you! Master!!”

He slammed his head to the ground, groveling. Yeah, this was it. This was the taste of power.

But the surrounding scenery was strange. I’d expected the academy’s grand main gate, but we were in the middle of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a bustling street crowded with people. No matter where I looked, it was nowhere near the academy. The only thing piercing the sky was a massive magic tower.

“Where are we?”

“I have brought you to the Warp Tower, Master. Nobles of count rank or higher can be instantly transported from here to the academy district in the capital for a mere one gold.”

Oh. What a god-tier setting. No wonder I had to leave months before the entrance ceremony. I’d wondered why, but now it made sense. In those erotic anime, they were too busy focusing on sex scenes to care about detailed transportation systems.

We paid two gold and stepped onto the blue magic circle. With a flash of light, the scenery changed.

“……We have arrived.”

Another mage greeted us. When I opened my eyes, we were inside the enormous dome-shaped capital Warp Tower. No motion sickness. No nausea. Not even a trace. The ride was more comfortable than an ATX case. And the best part? It had taken only a few seconds.

‘This is straight-up over-technology that surpasses modern civilization.’

It was magical engineering that completely outclassed modern science. At the same time, I realized one thing. The reason Ria had freaked out yesterday when she saw my inventory skill and mistaken me for an alchemist. Even in this highly advanced magical civilization, my system ability to pull items out of thin air without any mana flow must have looked like something completely outside the norm.

‘I really underestimated this world. If a mage or knight gets serious, they could slice me in one second. Depressing. So depressing.’

I had to revise my thinking. With a setting like this, the empire still fell? Most men died and the women were raped? If I let my guard down just because it was an erotic anime, I really wouldn’t even leave bones behind. If my neck got cut, I would actually die.

The surprising thing was that there was a Warp Tower inside the academy too. Led by Ria, I headed toward the entrance ceremony venue. Massive marble pillars and ornate fountains. Thousands of noble sons and daughters gathered in groups of three or five, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Was it finally starting? The hero was supposed to hear the news of his broken engagement here. Tension slowly crept up my throat.