The Arrival of the Perverted Masochist Maid
"Can I... play with you all... too?"
Karin stroked her teddy bear and smiled, shy and a little awkward. At the question of whether she might play, Leyre tilted his head, and Lucia looked no less puzzled.
"Play?" Leyre asked.
"W-well, it's..."
Karin fidgeted with the braid hanging low at her side, her voice trembling.
"I-I... I was a maid who belonged somewhere else... and I really hated it there... I want to live obeying a Master who's... human..."
She flushed.
"I want to take all kinds of orders and try this and that... I w-want to be praised, too... and... r-right! Want to touch my chest? I was made for that from the very start, so it's incredibly s-soft!"
She reached for the buttons at her collar, and Leyre waved her off.
"W-wait. You don't have to go that far."
"O-oh... th-then... does that mean I... can't follow you, Master?"
Karin sniffled.
"I-I'm ready to give you my body and my heart, Master..."
She came closer and sank to her knees.
"C-can't you accept me? Sh-should I lick your feet, at least?"
She actually moved to set her tongue against his shoe. Leyre yanked his foot back at once and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"You don't have to beg like that! You can stay with us. You can come with us!"
If he turned her away, he had the uneasy feeling she really would strip bare and press her forehead to the ground. The image rose unbidden, and it left him in a bind.
"R-really?!"
The moment he gave his permission, Karin lifted her head and looked up at him, radiant as someone finally allowed to submit to her Master—to her king.
"Th-thank you...!"
She seized hold of him.
Lucia flinched and snapped straight into a guard, but Karin wasn't hurting him. She eased off again, resolving only to watch a little more closely. The imposing weight of that massive frame, and the softness of breasts to match, pressed against his lower body. A cold sweat broke out on Leyre as he tried to pry her loose, but she was simply too strong, and it did no good.
"Master, will you be all right? She is a maid of unknown affiliation. She may harm you."
"Maids have the Three Ironclad Rules, don't they? By those, she shouldn't be able to do me much harm."
Lucia faltered, then shook her head.
"No. Not all of them are like that. For instance..."
"I-I would never hurt Master! I'm not a spy!"
Karin jerked her head aside as she denied it.
"I-I'm joining because I truly want to obey you, submit to you, and serve you..."
Her face fell. Lucia could not so easily lay her suspicion down.
"Then prostrate yourself before Master in the nude."
At that bombshell, Leyre choked and coughed in a fit.
"Wh-what?! No, Lucia! We don't need to go that far!"
"Th-that's easy!"
But Karin was already trying to strip. Buttons popped free with little snaps, and Leyre did his best not to look. Cloth whispered as it came away, and Karin spoke.
"M-Master Leyre. You can order me to do anything. Please don't worry."
Strangely, her breathing had begun to roughen.
"So... you don't... have to worry..."
"..."
Leyre had the distinct impression that the situation was exciting her, and his head started to ache. He was going to need more time alone for a while. Before she could finish undressing, he spoke.
"I'll keep my eyes shut, so put your clothes back on. That's an order."
"Huh? I haven't even finished taking them off, and I haven't bowed yet..."
"No. That much effort is enough. Stop."
"W-wow... then you're accepting me?!"
"Yeah."
Before she could finish dressing, Karin tried to throw herself at him, and Lucia blocked her.
"Ah... did I... go too far..."
Under Lucia's contemptuous gaze, Karin ducked her head and began putting her clothes back on.
"Hm. Well. This much is satisfactory."
Lucia wore a pleased smile, convinced the girl had submitted completely to their Master's authority—to Leyre's.
"Whoa... I've never seen a maid this extremely masochistic..."
Hias could not hide her shock that a pervert had turned up who outdid even her.
"Ah—you can call me a bitch. Or a sow, Master!"
"I'm calling you by your name!"
A maid with a truly bizarre proclivity had found them. It put Leyre in an awkward spot, and yet, strangely, he liked her.
"Aaah... so th-then, Master..."
On the road back to their district, Karin walked and listened while Leyre explained, in his own words, how he had come to be here and how he had awakened from cryo-stasis.
"A-amazing... to think you prepared for the future..."
"That aside, Karin. You act like you're meeting a human for the first time."
"Ah... th-that's right. It is... the first time."
"How is that even possible?"
Leyre was startled. In the days when he had still been living an ordinary, peaceful life, androids had been issued to nearly one household in every one. Maids, one variety among many, were easy to come across precisely because of what they were, and living alongside humans had hardly been difficult for them.
"Th-the place I was... has quite a few units made around the time humanity went extinct... So there are plenty of maids who only know what a human is... as knowledge... and have never actually met one... I-I was one of those..."
Karin beamed.
"For hundreds of years I only knew that humans existed... and then I met one, and touched one... and before I knew it I wanted so badly to submit. I wanted to follow you in anything. Don't you think the others on the Autonomous Independent Council... might feel the same?"
"Mmm..."
Leyre looked uncomfortable. Most of the maids who followed him did so out of a wish to serve. Now one had appeared who wanted to submit in a rather peculiar direction, and it threw him. From the circumstances, she seemed to be a maid customized to a particular taste, meant to be used often for that sort of purpose. He knew little of that world, which only made it worse.
"Karin. You are now one of our Holy Fire Ritual Faction. Conduct yourself with the dignity befitting a maid who attends Master."
Lucia cut in with the lecture.
"H-huh?"
"I am Lucia. I lead this faction. I trust you know that well. From now on, after Master, you will follow my word."
"B-but Master said it was all right... so it doesn't matter, does it? That was an order too."
A strange current passed between them.
"Even if he says it is all right, a maid who follows Master has a dignity she ought to uphold. So as not to lower ours, please refrain from vulgar speech and conduct."
"V-vulgar..."
Karin looked down at her own body, then smiled, awkward and pleased.
"That's a good word... vulgar..."
Delighted, she hugged her teddy bear and nuzzled her face into it. The reaction was so absurd that Lucia could not bring herself to go on.
"Mm... still, Karin, it'd be better if you softened the way you talk and act."
"Ah... r-really...?"
"Yeah. It's a little uncomfortable. Vulgar, literally. Or lewd."
Karin tilted her head.
"Isn't that... a good thing?"
Leyre dragged a hand down his face. Her entire way of thinking had developed in that direction. She was a maid who would be difficult to teach properly. Then a thought struck him.
"It is absolutely not a good thing! Fix the way you speak! Learn it from Lucia!"
He snapped it in a hard tone of command and brought his palm down on her backside with a sharp smack.
"Hngh?!"
"Whoa... Master, you're not a complete innocent after all, huh?"
Hias snickered beside him, called it impressive, and ruffled his hair.
"Y-yes, I understand... Maaaster..."
It worked. Whether or not this was the proper protocol for entering a command, Karin nodded with a delighted face.
"Hah. She really is a vulgar maid."
The thought slipped out of him before he could catch it.
"Yes... I'm a vulgar maid... so please scold me often..."
She liked it even better. At the sight, Lucia and the other maids could only sigh.
"...Haah."
They shook their heads.
Before he knew it they had reached the district, and Leyre returned to his room. He thought about what he ought to do next. What should he order? What should he have them do? Then something occurred to him, and he turned to Lucia beside him.
"Lucia, how much is there that I can actually do right now?"
"It is enough that you are here beside us, Master."
She said it with a faint smile.
"But Karin seemed to belong to another group. Are there maids in other groups, too?"
Lucia nodded.
"Many. Some are hostile. Some we get along with. And some keep their distance."
"Then let's do this."
Leyre took her hand, and Lucia startled.
"We'll make a world where every maid gets along. What do you think?"
Lucia smiled brightly and drew him into her arms.
"A fine idea, Master."
"Thanks for the praise. Before that, there's something that has to come first."
"And what might that be?"
"Lucia, the black tea, the vegetables in the stew... you're farming, aren't you?"
"Yes. We are."
"And there's lamb, so it looks like you're raising livestock, too."
"Yes. Modestly, but we are."
"Modest? Where?"
"The backyard of this building is quite large. We do it there. Beyond that, the work is scattered across several hills and plains."
Leyre turned it over carefully, running the cycle of three meals a day, then remembered to count the androids' share as well. The moment the sum came out, he gave Lucia her order.
"Lucia, I'm going to give the maids a new order."
"Yes, Master. Please, say whatever you wish."
The first necessity of survival was food. Securing it was the task that had to come before all the rest.