Moe Moe Kyun! The Enchanted Maid Service
"Moe moe... kyun...!"
"Gazua!!" Elma shouted with fighting spirit. The banquet table began to rumble.
Shwoosh! Pop! Clang! Her hair shot out in all directions, dancing through the air like tentacles. One strand snatched up a wine bottle. Pop! The cork flew out. Clang! Slice! Knives and forks twirled in midair. The steak was sliced into perfect bite-sized pieces. And even—
Swoosh. A few strands of hair approached my chin, draping a napkin around my neck. With a finishing touch, they tied it into a ribbon.
"……."
I could only stare in stunned silence. This was advanced magic that only a handful of people in the world could wield. And to control so many strands at once... only Elma could pull off such a feat.
But the majestic figure of the genius archmage in my eyes was...
'...like a Cthulhu tentacle monster.'
"You just thought something weird again, didn't you?" Elma narrowed her eyes. One tentacle strand flicked in front of my nose like a snake.
"N-no! I was just amazed at how incredible it was."
I waved my hands frantically. Even amid all this, her intuition was spot on.
"Of course! This is the skill of a head maid!"
With her service complete, Elma crossed her arms smugly. Just as she started retracting her hair—
Pssshhh— Blue mana dispersed into the air. The tentacles flopped back to their original shape.
At the same time—wobble.
"Ughhh...!"
Elma lost her balance and staggered. Her face drained of color. Even the tips of her hair smoked faintly.
"Elma!"
I lunged forward. Thud.
"Ugh...!"
I caught her safely before she hit the floor.
"A-after this... I have no strength left at allll..."
Elma groaned pitifully. Her almond eyes were all glassy and unfocused. Her body heat flared up. The scent of rain-soaked forest and nutty aroma tickled my nose.
Whew. I'm done for.
I chuckled and scooped her up. Whoosh.
"Wha—?!"
Her startled arms loosely wrapped around my neck. I returned to my chair, positioning her to face me as I set her on my lap.
On my thigh. The soft, springy weight settled perfectly.
"A-a maid is supposed to serve her master... not the other way around..."
Elma mumbled excuses from my lap, flailing her hands in futile pride. Of course, it felt like nothing more than a breeze.
"A maid can't just climb onto her master's lap like thiiis...!"
"Says who?"
I tightened my arm around her waist, pulling her chest snug against mine. Squish. Her heavy breasts pressed delightfully.
"A maid's duty is to please her master, right?"
"W-well, yeah...?"
"Then just stay put. This is my favorite way to hold you."
I leaned in until our breaths mingled. Her almond eyes shook fiercely. Her small lips parted slightly.
Smack. I planted a light kiss on her forehead.
"A reward for our cute head maid's hard work."
Her stiff shoulders melted away.
"Hmmm..."
She wiggled her lips, pretending to ponder.
"W-well, if it's a reward from my master... I guess I have no choice..."
She shyly covered her face with both hands. But she couldn't hide the goofy grin peeking through her fingers. She leaned her weight against me, rubbing her cheek on my chest.
"Mmm... feels gooood..."
I was savoring her soft warmth and scent when—
Grrrooowl—
A loud rumble shattered the silence.
"Ah...!"
The little body in my arms jolted upright. The source? Obviously Elma's stomach.
She'd poured out so much mana; no wonder her blood sugar crashed. Plus, she probably skipped meals building the maid cafe.
"Hungry, huh?"
"N-no! How can a maid let her master go hungry...!"
She shook her head frantically. But—
GROOOWL!!
An even louder roar echoed from her gut, demanding food now. Her face flushed beet red. Elma pressed both hands to her belly and hung her head.
"Ughhh... there's a beggar in my stomach or something..."
She muttered with a whimper.
I chuckled and picked up a fork, spearing a big chunk of steak.
"Say ahh."
I held it right to her lips.
"Wha...? H-husband—no! Master! How can I eat first?!"
"You sliced it yourself. Gotta check if it's good, right?"
"W-well, I guess...?"
Roll. Her almond eyes darted. Meat, my face, meat. Finally, her little mouth cracked open.
"Ahhhhn~."
Pop. The juicy steak went straight in.
"Nom nom... mmm!"
Her gloom vanished like magic. Her eyes curved into pretty crescents. Her puffed cheeks hummed with happiness.
"How's it taste?"
"Mmph... mmm... delish... mmph..."
"Swallow first. You'll choke."
Gulp.
"So delish!"
She beamed up at me innocently. This smile alone keeps me alive. For real.
"One more bite."
"Ahh~."
Slurp.
"Try this too."
"Nom... mmph..."
Swipe. I wiped sauce from her lip with my thumb. Elma accepted it meekly, eyes half-lidded like a contented cat.
"And this."
I kept the fork busy. Salad. Tart. Steak. The cute little head in my lap bobbed nonstop.
A master feeding a maid on his lap. Talk about role reversal.
How much time passed? The mountain of plates was scraped clean.
'...Did I even get three bites?'
Most of the food had vanished into that tiny belly. A satisfied burp escaped her.
"Buuuurp—."
Thankfully, color returned to her pale cheeks.
But then.
"……."
Roll. Elma's gaze swept the empty table. Realization hit late. Her eyes quaked like an earthquake.
"I-I...!"
Her voice trembled.
"Husband—no... Master... I ate all your food...?"
Her small hands clamped over her mouth. Shock. Humiliation. The head maid had starved her own master to fill her own belly.
"Wh-what do I dooo...! Sob... I'm the worst maid ever..."
Guilt welled up as tears. Her pride plummeted again. Her delicate shoulders slumped.
"No, Elma."
I pulled her waist close, patting her back gently.
"Just watching you eat fills me up."
"D-don't lie... You only got three bites earlier..."
Her maid concept crumbled. Back to "husband," sniffling. A tear finally dropped.
"I always just receive... I wanted to serve you properly for once... but I stole your meal..."
She sank into self-recrimination. I racked my brain on how to comfort her when—
Creeeak. Wheels rolled from the door.
A tiny golem in a maid outfit placed a large tray on the table. The lid lifted.
Steaming omurice wafted savory aromas.
"Eh."
Elma's teary eyes snapped wide. Her head whipped around. A spark of hope lit her damp eyes.
Swipe. She wiped tears with her sleeve. Her slumped shoulders squared up. She squirmed on my lap, adjusting her posture.
"Right! It's not over yet!"
"Huh?"
Clack. She snatched something from the table. A red ketchup bottle. Good. She'd found a way to salvage her pride.
"Maid cafes always do this service!"
"Ah, writing on the omurice with ketchup?"
"Yep! I'll write it! What should it say?"
Her voice brimmed with determination. She turned her back to me, leaning forward over the table.
Her springy butt faced me. Her short skirt hiked up, revealing sky-blue striped panties swaying.
'So cute.'
And hot. I deliberately paused.
"Hmm... 'To my beloved husband'?"
"……!!"
Elma's ears turned thermometer-red. She pouted sulkily.
"M-master roleplay to the end...!"
She twisted shyly, then cleared her throat decisively.
"Ahem! Got it! Hold still!"
Her small, determined hands gripped the ketchup bottle tight. Squeeze. Red letters etched onto the yellow egg blanket.
Leaned way over the table. Lips pursed in focus. Her plush rear in those blue panties wiggled nonstop.
Adorably insane. A smile crept onto my face.
"Done!"
She straightened proudly, presenting her work.
Crooked but heartfelt letters. Finished with a cute little heart.
"Perfect."
Sincere praise.
"Feels like a real maid cafe."
"Hehe!"
Elma puffed up with pride, strutting.
"And that's not all!"
"More?"
"Obviously! I studied everything online to do it right!"
She spun back to face me, kneeling on my thigh. Her small hands rose.
Click. Thumbs and index fingers formed a heart.
That heart perched atop her ample chest.
"……?"
No way.
"Here goes!"
Deep breath. Her nape flushed crimson.
And then.
"O... oishiku nare..."
Trembling with embarrassment, ant-like whisper. The heart hands thrust toward the omurice.
"Moe. Moe..."
Eyes squeezed shut in shame. Head dipped cutely.
"Kyun...!"
The finishing blow. My vision blurred. I nearly clutched my heart and rolled on the floor.
How could she be this lovable? I wanted to shower her with kisses right then—
Flash!!
"...Huh?"
A burst of light exploded from the table.
"Wh-what?!"
Blinding white filled my sight.
"Eh... ehh?"
Even Elma recoiled in surprise. I hugged her tight.
Hummm—! Hum! Hum!
Pungent ozone stung my nose. Ears rang with resonance.
"What the heck...?"
The piercing light faded. The mouthwatering omurice scent returned.
The revealed dish gleamed with a soft golden glow.
"Eh, ehhh...?"
Elma stared blankly at her hands in my arms. Her pupils shook like an earthquake.
"Why did strengthening magic activate all of a sudden...?"
"Huh?"
I heard later: her roleplay immersion toward me. Too deep. Her earnest wish for it to taste good resonated unconsciously with ambient mana.
Result? That omurice got hit with 'strengthening magic.'
The issue was...
"Uh, Elma..."
I pointed at the glowing dish, swallowing hard.
We didn't know what it strengthened.
"Is this... really safe to eat?"
Her little head nodded frantically in my arms.
"Yes! Yup! The waveform says physical enhancement! Definitely not poison!"
'Definitely not'? She wasn't sure either?
But this heartfelt devotion. The tearful, pride-swallowing 'service.'
Reject it? I'd lose husband privileges.
"Alright. Itadakimasu."
I gripped the fork resolutely. Scooped a big bite and shoved it in.
Gulp.
"……!"