#1 This Ain't Half Bad (Maid - Night Service) (1)
Name: Gaon Moon
Age: 28
Position: King of the Nameless Nation
Title:Salvation King
Affiliated Nation: None
Current Location: Bewitching Forest
In the hotel room, I sat cross-legged on the bed so plush it made my back ache just thinking about it, staring up at the holographic window floating in midair.
The text on the window was half right, half gibberish. King of the Nameless Nation? And what the hell was this Salvation King title?
Mea and Lete were off resting in their own spaces. Lete had claimed the biggest, flashiest room available, while Mea had holed up in the magic workshop that popped up in the hotel basement, practically vibrating with excitement.
The hotel's exterior matched what I'd asked for—a modern one—but the interior spaces and some facilities were straight out of fantasy. Mea's beloved workshop, the traps scattered here and there, the special guards... even the fantastical fixtures that popped up now and then. All standard features for a Lv.4 outpost, I figured.
There were even maids tending to things around the hotel, but when I tried chatting one up, she was like a doll—zero response outside work stuff. Conversation abandoned.
Anyway, the place was slick. I hadn't seen everything, but it seemed to have all the essentials. Pretty damn satisfactory, all things considered.
First, raise the outpost level to 4... that was it.
Mea's silent scolding about this outpost upgrade. Impulsive? Sure. Thoughtless? Nah.
Strategy post buried in my memories. YouTube Short or forum thread, who knows—but it stuck: On Insane+ difficulty, always prioritize outpost level first.
Initial resource magic could go a bunch of ways, setting your early-game direction. But that was Normal difficulty shit. On Insane+, only a few efficient paths worked; everything else was a highway to doom.
I dismissed my personal status window and pulled up Nation Status and Outpost Status instead.
Silver border frame. Bonuses stacked: Resource Regeneration +, and more...
So far, so good per the guide... Next events need turns to pass, right? Just wait it out? Games had an End Turn button, but...
I kept flipping through windows, reading the text. Not like I had some grand plan—just killing time, spacing out.
Honestly, 90% flew right over my head. My brain was stuck on how the fuck I'd ended up like this.
This was inside a game... probably. But how'd I drop in here? Black magic? God's prank?
Just a dream?
Thought that a few times, but the senses were too goddamn vivid. No way.
Still clueless, though. Felt real as hell, but could be oh fuck, dream territory.
Me, a regular ad agency drone, suddenly game-world king? Smacked more of dream than reality.
And Salvation King? Sure, king—but vassals? Two. Resource magic? Limited. No clue where I was or who the enemies were.
Might end up in some kill-or-be-killed nation-snatching war. Lose, and who knows what horrors. Didn't wanna imagine.
Speaking of— what did happen on loss? No save/load in sight. Die and respawn to homeworld? Nation war wipe? And that King of Ruin bullshit. Lose to him? Worse than death.
Fuck. Scary. Scaryscaryscary.
Die here? Game over? Captured as POW slave? Hot guy like me forced into male prostitution under some piggish hag? Or worse—dark, burly dudes... Eugh, don't even think it!
Aaah, no! Hate it! Anything but that nightmare—better the dirty, shitty daily grind!
Send me back to my normal world!
"............Wanna eat chicken."
Bad thoughts summoned it. Chicken. With beer.
Chicken! Gimme chicken!
And sex. Sex too.
Wanna fuck a hot girl...
Speaking of—Lete was smoking hot. My-pace as fuck, barely talked. Seemed pissed at me or something.
But that attitude? Forgivable. Sparkly gorgeous. Top-tier of any girl I'd seen.
Glossy hair, jewel-like eyes glittering. Bet she smelled divine up close. Flawless skin—touch it, instant bliss.
...Thinking about it made me hornier.
King's command? Tempting. But I'd spotted Affection stats earlier. Drop too low, heroes rebel or defect.
Forcing service? Risky. And objectively scummy.
Chicken. Sex.
Suddenly unbearable. What now?
* * *
Dilemma solved faster than expected.
Room phone, internal call. Less than 10 minutes later, maid arrives with tray: chicken and beer.
Crispy, golden-glistening perfection. Exactly what I craved. More generous than any joint I knew, huge chunks, perfectly seasoned... Delicious!!
Worth the isekai for this alone...!!
"Fucking tasty. Bring some to Mea and Lete too?"
Guilt hit sharing solo, so I asked the maid.
"Lady Mea says no meals required. Lady Lete has already eaten."
Right—Mea was a skull. No eats, no sleeps. But Lete ate first?
"Meal delivery intercepted by Lady Lete en route."
Huh. Second batch, then. Crazy fast—under 10 minutes for two.
Still, Lete... what a character. Not mad, just baffled. She's thriving solo. No worries.
Guess I can chow down guilt-free.
Chicken's great, but not all I wanted.
"Maid, got a name?"
"None. I exist solely to maintain this outpost and serve my master."
No name, huh. Thought about giving one, but meh—too lazy. Personality? Who knows. Might vanish on upgrade.
Bond and lose her? Pass. Thinking's a chore anyway.
Screw it. "Strip."
Half-doubting it'd work. But she obeyed instantly.
Frilly uniform rustled off, curves emerging. Underwear next—no hesitation. Bra thuds down, panties whisper atop it.
Now naked, back to pose: hands politely clasped, emotionless eyes fixed on me.
Bare as day, no expression shift. No cover-up. No shame?
Doll vibes intensifying.
...Impressive.
No blush was a bummer. But luxury complaint—the visual punch of that body hit hard.
Set chicken aside, approached. Faint scent, feminine enough.
Shoulder touch—no resistance. Slid to breasts. Chicken grease smeared; she didn't care, neither did I.
Real softness, bounce. Knead more, nipples hardening, peaking before my eyes.
Doll attitude, normal body reactions? Interesting.
Mauled her tits, then alternated sucking nipples. Tasty.
Last sex? Ex dumped ages ago. Daily OT grind—no time or energy for new girls or even jerking off...
Now? Just groping her rack, and I'm rock-hard, straining pants.
This might actually be pretty good.
Sucked her tits again, deciding to think positive about this setup.
This ain't half bad!