Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: The Maid's First Cooking Hospitality and Redemptive Service
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Waking up to find a pretty, cute maid preparing breakfast for me—how wonderful would that be?
That little fantasy of mine shattered into pieces the moment my morning alarm was replaced by the stench of burning wafting from the kitchen.
"What the fuck?!"
I jolted awake from the nose-stinging stench, thinking the place was on fire, and bolted out of my room in a panic.
Stepping into the living room, I spotted hazy smoke billowing from the kitchen next door.
Rushing over, I saw Lizetta had just opened the window to air the place out.
"Lizetta?"
"Good morning, Master Hyun-seong."
Turning at the sound of my voice, Lizetta gave a slight curtsy, lifting the hem of her short skirt as she greeted me.
Unlike me, her expression remained doll-like and impassive.
"Lizetta, what happened?"
"I apologize for startling you. I was preparing breakfast for you, Master Hyun-seong."
At my question, she gestured to the disaster of a frying pan and the plate on the table.
On the pristine white plate sat some unidentifiable black lump.
"...What is that?"
No matter how I squinted at it, I couldn't guess what it was supposed to be, so I asked despite the rudeness.
Without a moment's hesitation, she replied.
"An omelet."
She said it so calmly, it was like something even a blindfolded chef wouldn't believe.
"Would you care to try it, Master Hyun-seong?"
"M-Me?"
Eat that thing that looked like it crawled out of hell?
Gulp.
Still, since she'd made it for me, it seemed polite to at least taste it. After hesitating, I picked up a piece of the so-called 'omelet' with my chopsticks.
"Urk."
Regret hit me immediately.
The texture was less soft and more slimy.
The smell was a mix of burnt char and something like rancid, fishy cheese.
'No way it's gonna kill me, right?'
Squeezing my eyes shut, I shoved it into my mouth in one bite.
"Uweeeek!!"
I bolted straight to the bathroom and plunged my head into the toilet.
That was the first time I realized you could die from eating bad cooking.
Puhahaha!
"Don't laugh..."
I'd already hurled up my guts first thing in the morning and was utterly drained, but with my head full of Child's laughter, it was pure agony.
"Master Hyun-seong."
As I caught my breath slumped in a chair at the table, Lizetta offered me a glass of water.
"Ah, thanks. And sorry. You made it for me to eat, and..."
"No, it's my fault for serving you something below standard."
Lizetta bowed politely to me by way of apology.
I hadn't gotten a good look yesterday amid the chaos.
She really was a beauty.
A calm, mature face like it had been meticulously sculpted by a master artisan.
And those voluptuous breasts that even her maid outfit couldn't hide.
Her cooking skills...
Let's not go there.
Your eyes are gonna pop out.
"Ahem."
Caught red-handed by Child's jab—like a thief with sore feet—I gulped down the water from the glass.
I get it. The base for Lizetta's looks is that Agnera you like so much.
"What?"
...Now that she mentioned it, they did seem similar.
Not so much the face, but the overall vibe.
"Ugh."
Her emotionless face overlapped with Agnera's expression at the peak of ecstasy, and my lower half reacted on its own.
"...?"
I hurriedly changed the subject before Lizetta noticed.
"B-By the way, Lizetta, have you ever cooked before?"
She shook her head at my question.
"No. I was just created by Child yesterday."
"Then why try cooking?"
"Most recipes are already loaded into my head, so I thought I could manage..."
Her voice trailed off as her blue eyes flicked to the failed dish shoved in the corner of the table.
"It wasn't as easy as I thought."
"There were simpler things you could've made besides an omelet."
"That was all the fridge had that seemed usable."
"Ah."
At that, my gaze drifted to the fridge in the corner of the kitchen.
I'd once tried cooking myself to show off, only to go right back to delivery food.
She must've been talking about the leftover scraps from back then that I hadn't used.
"Besides, since it was the first meal to serve my master, I wanted to put as much effort into it as possible."
"Uh, um."
What could I even say to that?
It was partly my fault for not stocking the fridge properly.
Though thinking back to what I ate earlier, more ingredients probably wouldn't have changed much.
She might look like that, but she was born just yesterday. I loaded her with as much daily life knowledge as possible, but it's not like she earned it through her own effort.
"She knows the recipes, but zero hands-on experience with actual cooking, so this happened?"
Exactly. You think showing a newborn baby a recipe means it'll whip it up perfectly? Same idea.
"Hmm."
Born by the creator's hand, with all necessary info pre-loaded by the creator.
"More robot than human."
Her body's made of the same stuff as yours. It's just whether you see an artificially created being as human or not.
As Child said, I couldn't see the maid in front of me as anything but human.
She just had a slightly unique personality, but by my standards, she was undeniably human.
Anyway, how's your body? You passed out cold yesterday.
"Mm. Fine. If anything, I feel refreshed."
Dragging myself out of bed for work had always been torture, but now my mind was crystal clear.
My chronically aching back and shoulders felt brand new.
Probably thanks to the trait.
I really felt reborn.
No aftereffects, huh. My eye for this stuff is spot on.
Big talk.
"So, what now?"
I wasn't one for breakfast usually.
But maybe because I'd thrown up on an empty stomach, I was starving.
"Shall I whip up something simple with the leftovers?"
"N-No. I'll go grocery shopping later, so let's just do delivery for today."
With the omelet trauma still lingering on my tongue, I gently turned down Lizetta's offer.
"Oh, right. Forgot to charge my phone last night."
I'd grabbed it from my room to open the delivery app, and the battery was at 10%.
"I'm sorry. I should have taken care of that."
"My bad for forgetting. Not your fault, Lizetta. We can charge it now."
I patted her shoulder—she looked a bit down for some reason—then deftly opened the delivery app.
Not many places open for breakfast, so I decided on something quick and easy: burgers.
There was a familiar chain just a 20-minute walk away.
"What do you want, Lizetta?"
Having added a morning set to the basket, I scanned the menu and asked her.
"Anything you choose for me, Master Hyun-seong. Even if it's poison, I'd gladly swallow it."
Her eyes were dead serious, not joking at all.
"You don't have to go that far..."
What kind of image was 'maid' in her head, exactly?
I just ordered two of the same thing.
No order for me?
"If I did, could you eat it?"
Of course... Hot damn! Trying to lure me with food?!
Playing all the instruments herself, huh.
I might get to see that smug face sooner than I thought.
"Oh, right."
Euung?
"Didn't get a chance to ask yesterday, but what's 'Immersion Rate' in the status window?"
Immersion Rate: 10%
I'd heard about everything else, but not this one yet.
Ah, that? Similar to compatibility. It'll go up the more possessions you do, and higher means fewer aftereffects.
"That's it?"
Yeah, that's it?
"Too half-assed, isn't it?"
I dedicated a whole chapter to explaining. What more rambling do you want? Figure it out from this.
What the hell.
"Huh?"
Lost in my back-and-forth with Child, I realized Lizetta, who'd been sitting across from me, was gone.
"Lizetta?"
I didn't think she'd gotten up.
As I started to stand from my chair to look for her...
"Ugh?!"
I felt something off down below.
Looking down reflexively, Lizetta was under the table, pulling down my underwear.
"Lizetta, what are you...?"
"I'll handle your morning relief until breakfast arrives."
"Can I ask how you arrived at that conclusion?!"
"As a maid, I failed to serve you a proper meal and neglected to maintain your tool properly. I'm unfit for the role."
"E-Everyone makes mistakes. Just do better next time."
"No, I can't forgive myself. To atone for my failures so far, I must proceed with service."
"W-Wait, let me—ngh?!"
Before I could stop her, Lizetta's lips enveloped the tip of my half-erect cock.
The soft touch of her lips around the glans sent a shiver up my spine.
"Chuu ♥ It's fine. All the theory on sexual acts is loaded in here. This time, I'll deliver satisfying results."
As if showing off her knowledge, she began licking the glans all over like it was candy.
"Churup ♥ Churuup ♥ Churp ♥"
"Ku, haaah..."
Irresistible pleasure raced up my spine, making my hips buck involuntarily.
Her tongue work had my cock fully erect in seconds.
Lizetta paused her licking to memorize its shape.
"This looks less like a sex organ and more like a weapon."
Gazing at the throbbing, angry cock, she traced the bulging veins up the shaft with her tongue.
"Hauum ♥"
She took the glans and half the shaft into her mouth in one go.
"Chuuuup ♥ Chwbup ♥"
The warmth of her mouth enveloped my cock as her snake-like tongue coiled around the shaft.
Every bob of her head twisted her tongue, delivering dizzying pleasure.
"Chup ♥ Chuup ♥ How is it? Does it feel good?"
She asked mid-blowjob, her words slurred like it was an interim review.
It felt good.
Incredible, even—no room to say it out loud.
My silence must've been answer enough; cheeks bulging with my cock, she smiled up at me with her eyes.
Seeing that, my dick twitched in her mouth.
Feeling it too, she pulled off and gently shook my saliva-slick cock.
"Puha ♥ Men get excited when women look up at them during oral. Knowledge confirmed."
"...Rude as this is, are you really just going off theory?"
"I'll take that as a compliment. Time's short, so I'll ramp it up now."
No sooner said than she deepthroated me to the hilt.
"Gag... ♥ Gag ♥ Gek! Keruk!"
But midway, she gagged, retching, and spat me out.
"A-Are you okay?"
"Sip. Yes. Just startled."
She waved off my concern, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"No need to push yourself."
I knew deepthroat was tough even normally.
Even a toothbrush triggered gags—something thicker had to be hell.
And this wasn't just big; it was monstrous.
"No. I won't disappoint you again, Master Hyun-seong."
Even so, she caught her breath and positioned her head once more.
Her blue eyes now burned with fervent determination unlike before.
"Hauum. Chuuuup. Gag ♥ Uum."
Her second attempt was more careful, taking me in with greater focus.
"Gag! Gag!?"
Crisis hit midway again, but this time she powered through to the base.
"Hoo, haaah."
Insane...
The heat of her throat gripped my cock, sending tingling pleasure up my spine.
Lizetta looking up at me with it buried to the hilt stirred a conquering thrill.
"Gag ♥ Chururup ♥ Churp ♥"
Regulating her breath, she began methodical bobs, her tongue twisting like a corkscrew around the shaft.
Each reflexive gag tightened her throat.
Her teeth grazed occasionally, but it only spiced the excitement.
"Lizetta, I can't hold...!!"
"Huum ♥ Jjup ♥ Jjup ♥ Jjuup ♥"
As if waiting for my cue, she braced her hands on my thighs and pistoned her head furiously.
Drool spilled from her lips, dripping down the shaft to the kitchen floor.
"Jjuuuup ♥ Jjup ♥ Um ♥ Chubobop ♥"
Sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed, the dizzying pleasure surged, climax rushing in.
"Kuh...!"
"Ubu?!"
Right at the brink, I instinctively pressed her head down, unloading every drop straight down her throat.
"Ubu ♥ Gulp ♥ Gulp ♥"
Despite her strained breaths, Lizetta swallowed it all.
Each gulp made her throat convulse, milking my spurting cock.
Finally spent, I released her head.
Tears beaded at her eyes, but her expression remained cool as ever.
"S-Sorry, Lizetta. Got too carried away."
"Jjuuup ♥"
In response to my apology, she pulled back slowly, sucking the glans with a final pop.
"Pwah."
She worked her mouth a few more times, then opened wide, sticking out her tongue.
A dollop of fresh semen glistened on it, straight from the urethra.
"Gulp ♥ How was it? Satisfied with my service?"
Swallowing even that without a care, she asked—and I couldn't help but nod.