Master and Maid Yuri (1) — Black Hair, Red Eyes Means Flat Chest. Memorize It.
"Did you have your sights set on yuri from the moment you first took me on as your maid?"
"Half of it, yeah."
I took a sip of tea and kept my eyes on the monitor. The girls were asleep, so Sophia would do just fine as a conversation partner.
Stella had rolled free of Luna's arms in her sleep. Luna stirred after her, groping around until she found Stella again and pulled her back into an embrace.
"Hold on. Let me finish watching this part, then we'll talk."
"..."
Stella, nestled against Luna, slowly rolled over again and wrapped her arms around her in return.
Oh, and for the record—when I reincarnated, the Goddess gave me a few Cheat Skills, so I don't need sleep. Meaning I get to watch every last second of this beautiful sight without missing a thing.
"Okay. Conversation resume. What were we talking about?"
"...We were talking about whether Master's goal was my body."
"Ah, right. Yuri."
Well, even setting the yuri aside, Sophia was just ordinarily adorable. Even if I hadn't been into yuri, I still would have taken her on as my maid.
"Back then I didn't seriously think I was going to become a woman."
"Then if you had never developed the gender-change magic, would you have...?"
"If I'd stayed a guy, I'd have built a harem. That first couple who went into the Sex-or-Can't-Leave Room were candidates for concubines."
"..."
"But the official wife is still you, Sophia, so don't worry."
"..."
I never took my eyes off the monitor, but I could picture Sophia's face perfectly. Half-lidded eyes, looking at me like I was an idiot.
"...One-on-one homosexuality versus many-to-one heterosexuality."
"Which do you think is better?"
"Comparing them is meaningless... no. If I had to put them on a scale, the present would win by a hair."
"Then isn't that good enough? I'm definitely going to make you happy."
"Loving a woman, and being loved by a woman—both are firsts for me."
"Didn't I say I was your first love? Either way, the first person you fell for turned out to be a woman."
"There's a difference between the person you liked from the start being a woman, and the person you liked becoming a woman."
With a scrape of chair legs, Sophia moved her seat right in front of me—at a polite angle that carefully didn't block the monitor, of course.
She propped her chin in her hand and stared straight through me, examining my body like a specimen.
Oh. Her gaze had locked onto my chest. Was she developing an interest in the female form?
"If Master had at least become a masculine woman, I might have found some way to accept it..."
"Then there would've been no point in developing the TS magic."
"You only became a woman last week, so why are your breasts bigger than mine?! And your hair is so much longer, too!"
"Because I like big breasts."
"What is that even supposed to—"
Sophia started to argue, then froze.
Right. Sophia was flat-chested. Compared to me—with a bust nearly the size of a head—hers looked even more pitiful.
"...I-I'm still growing. I might become well-endowed someday... you know..."
"Ah. I chose the wrong words there."
She must have taken "I like big breasts" the wrong way, because Sophia's face went pale.
No helping it. The yuri on the other side of the monitor could wait—time to focus on the yuri right in front of me.
"It's fine! Sophia, you're better flat-chested!"
I turned my full attention on her, drew a deep breath, and launched into it in a single rush so she couldn't interrupt midway.
"A high-handed black-haired, red-eyed maid like you is way better flat-chested! Exactly like this situation right now. You said it yourself—you're more androgynous than I am, right? But when a high-handed flat-chested girl ends up in a situation where she might get thrown away, and instantly turns into a clingy little female—that's excellent gap moe that works even in ordinary romance, yuri or not. Oh, not that I'm going to pretend to dump you just to enjoy the reaction. I'm a gentleman. It's more than enough when you occasionally get the wrong idea and flash me that look, like you are right now. A face like that only hits harder if you only see it every once in a while."
"...I-I only understood about half of that."
"I'm saying your small chest makes you even prettier."
"..."
Her expression sat somewhere between how am I supposed to take this and please don't throw me away. The faint moisture at the corners of her eyes only made her prettier.
I leaned in under the pretense of wiping her tears and pressed my breasts against hers. Ah—times like this, I almost wished she weren't flat.
"So... the big breasts Master likes are good because they're your own... is that what you mean?"
"Exactly."
Sophia's gaze dropped again to my chest, still pressing against hers.
"I understand the reason... I have to be flat-chested? Then what's the reason Master has to be busty...?"
"Blondes like me usually get cast as the tomboy young lady when they're little, right? That type should be flat-chested when they're young—but if you're going for the image of the mischievous seatmate at the academy who pulls pranks, busty is the way to go."
"Master was never a young lady when you were little!"
"I'd appreciate it if you'd just call it character design."
Back at the high school I attended before coming to this world, the two girls in the seats in front of me bickered and horsed around every single day. That image had seared itself into my brain.
Even mapped onto my original world, Sophia was the student-council-president type—which meant flat-chested was correct. With that thought, I pushed my chair back to my original spot.
Freed from the pressure of my chest, Sophia rested a hand lightly over her own before returning to her seat as well. Why the hand? Lingering sensation?
"Sophia."
"Yes, Master?"
"Can I touch your chest?"
"..."
I didn't even need to look to know her face—wait, no. I'd been trying to focus everything on her chest, but out of the corner of my eye I caught Sophia staring at me like I was hopeless.
Noticing my gaze, she covered her chest and twisted away.
"Whyyy! I want to touch Sophia's chest!"
"Master's chest is bigger...!"
"I want to touch it because it's yours!"
"..."
I scooted my chair this way and that, angling for a view of her chest. Every time I did, Sophia twisted the other way to hide it. We went a few rounds of that little tug-of-war.
With every turn, her face grew redder, until around the sixth attempt she gave up on fleeing and opened her arms.
"...Please touch me gently."
"Do you know what that sounds like?"
The line hit so hard I flinched for a second. Carefully, I set my hand on Sophia's chest.
"Hyaah?!"
"Whoa."
"W-w-what are you trying to take off?! I'm the one who got startled...!"
"I just wanted to touch bare skin... is that not allowed?"
I'd only undone a single button, and Sophia jolted back in pure shock, covering her chest and shoving her chair away. Her face was incredibly red.
That flushed Sophia eyed my crestfallen expression, then the hand hanging awkwardly in midair, and watched me with open wariness.
"I'll let you touch mine too!"
"That is not the point!"
Her fluster had flipped into anger. Touching her chest was going to be a lot harder now...
I put on an even more dejected face than before, withdrew the hovering hand, and slowly turned my eyes back to the yuri on the monitor.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Ah, for crying out loud...!"
The moment I took another sip of tea, Sophia stood up with a face so red it looked ready to burst—the expression of someone who had completely run out of options.
"Th-this way! Don't look!"
She strode over, spun my chair so my back was to her, and firmly repeated, "Don't look this way."
I could hear rustling! She was taking it off herself!
"I want to watch Sophia undre—"
"Absolutely not!"
"Guess there's no helping it, then..."
Rustle. Soft thump. Not knowing exactly what she was taking off only made it more exciting. My imagination was firing on every cylinder.
"...Y-you can look now..."
I spun the chair around at once.
Topless!! I wasn't sure how a maid uniform was supposed to be worn, but the skirt was still properly in place, and the upper half of the uniform had been tugged up over it.
And that soft thump had been—her bra!!! A dainty pink bra lay on the floor.
"So Sophia wears a proper bra after all."
"What exactly do you take flat chests for...?!"
"N-no, I just don't wear one. I sort of pin things in place with magic."
Sophia, who'd been turned away with the back of her hand over her mouth, glanced once at my chest.
"See? I've even got my upper chest out like this," I said, resting a hand on my breasts—and she whipped her head away again.
"...It's embarrassing, so please just start already."
"Got it!"
Alright, this was mine—I picked up the bra, set it beside my teacup, and wheeled my chair in front of Sophia.
What a pretty shape... I carefully laid my hand on her chest, and she let out a tiny "ngh."
"Not completely flat, huh."
"Th-there's enough to touch..."
Slowly, I moved my fingers so the sensation of Sophia's skin sank into my entire palm.
When I'd touched my own, my fingers had sunk right into the flesh. Sophia's didn't work that way, so I had to be much more delicate.
First, the outer surface. I adjusted my hand so her nipple rested between my fingers, careful not to brush it yet.
Knead. Slow and lingering, I savored her chest once through.
"Haah...!"
Next, the whole of it. I shifted my hand to the center so her nipple pressed into my palm.
Knead. Another slow, thorough squeeze. With every knead, Sophia let out a faint moan.
"Sophia. Look here."
"...Nnh! Focus on my chest...!"
"Move your hands and look this way."
"You're so mean...!"
"I told you that's my character."
She shifted the hands covering her face behind her back and looked at me with an expression of pure helplessness. Yes—with a flat chest, the real treasure wasn't the chest. It was the face.
Knead. Whether the nipple was the problem or not, every squeeze painted a thin wash of pleasure across Sophia's expression, and soft moans slipped from her lips.
I slid my hand outward, leaving only my index finger resting on her breast.
Then I moved that finger this way and that across her nipple—
"Hyaaah...?!"
"Your moans are so cu—"
"...W-where do you think you're touching?! F-foreplay is still too soon!"
Sophia flinched hard, shoved me back, and covered her chest again. I'd gotten a little too bold.
She stared at me for a moment with confused eyes, then—looking thoroughly mortified—scooped her clothes off the floor and hurried toward the door.
"You're not taking the bra?"
"Master can keep it!"
Click, slam. Escaping the situation came first—Sophia left the room without even bothering to put her top back on properly.
So when was she planning to get dressed? I cracked the door and peeked out. There she was, walking down the hallway topless. Quite a beautiful sight.
I went back into the room and picked up Sophia's bra, running my fingers over it. Her warmth was still in the fabric.
"...Doing something with this would be too perverted, right?"
It absolutely would be. But nothing else came to mind, so for now I just set it on top of my own chest.
Ah—speaking of perverted, that reminded me of something...
"I'm completely soaked too. Makes sense, though, when the other person is Sophia."
The way Stella had done yesterday, I ran a finger over my own sex. A sticky thread stretched long between my fingers.
Whoa... this was the wettest I'd gotten since becoming a woman. Would it work if I just touched myself like this?
"And I've got just the thing..."
Sophia's bra, still warm. Far better than pure imagination.
"Once this couple's finished having sex, maybe I should try it with Sophia too..."
I murmured as one hand brought the bra to my face and the other drifted between my legs.
About six hours until Luna and Stella woke up. I drew a breath and started moving my fingers.
Someday I'd touch Sophia's, too. For now, I'd think of this as practice.