Chapter 8
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: The Maid's First Bath Service and Send-Off
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After Lizetta's storm-like service finally ended, I headed to the bathroom to wash up before the food arrived.
"I'll wash up with you."
"...Pardon?"
Lizetta insisted on attending to my bath as well.
She wouldn't back down even when I refused.
And then.
"L-Lizetta."
"Yes. What is it?"
"How is this even related to bath service?"
Steam rose thickly in the bathroom from the hot water pouring out of the showerhead.
Lizetta, who had said she would only wash my body, was now stroking my cock while pressing her breasts against my back.
"Master Hyun-seong's member didn't seem satisfied at all."
As Lizetta said, my cock had revived not long after ejaculating once in the kitchen.
It was partly due to this body transformed by traits.
But even before that.
"Even if it were anyone else in this situation, they'd react the same way, right?"
"Is that so? In any case, excessive lust will interfere with work, so I'll take responsibility and relieve it for you."
Lizetta replied matter-of-factly as she leaned her body closer to mine.
The sensation of her breasts compressing against my shoulders and back through her underwear was vivid.
Each time her unfamiliar hand shook my wet cock up and down, it made lewd squelching sounds.
"If you dislike it, just order me to stop. As your maid, I cannot defy Master Hyun-seong's commands."
How was I supposed to give such an order in this situation?
"If you won't command me, then I'll continue like this. Mmm."
"Ugh?!"
While I hesitated, Lizetta's lips lightly nibbled my earlobe.
Her tongue followed, licking my ear, and her hot breath burrowed into it.
"Ah, haa."
"Men have erogenous zones as varied as women. Ears and nipples."
Each time her soft whisper tickled my eardrum, electricity shot up my spine.
When her slender fingers flicked my nipple, my cock twitched in her hand.
"Your cock is getting bigger in my hand. Just as the knowledge says."
Was it my imagination, or was Lizetta's knowledge biased toward sexual matters?
Squelch♥ Squelch squelch♥ Squelch♥
Just like with the fellatio, Lizetta's hand movements on my cock were clumsy.
Her grip strength was inconsistent, making the pleasure uneven.
That very clumsiness was a turn-on, though.
But it still fell short of making me cum.
In short, I was frustrated.
"Lizetta."
"Yes, go ahead."
"I-I'm about to cum soon, so... could you go a bit harder...?"
"If you command it, I shall."
"Ehhh?"
My reflexive dry scream echoed in the bathroom.
"I'm joking."
How was anyone supposed to believe a joke delivered with such a serious face?
"Eut?!"
At that moment, her grip tightened around my cock.
At the same time, the speed of her strokes intensified, filling the air with relentless sticky friction sounds.
"Still, you should learn how to properly command your subordinates as soon as possible."
Her husky whisper paralyzed my thoughts.
And warm skin, contrasting her expression and voice, wrapped around me from behind.
"Before they devour you."
I already felt half-devoured.
The surging urge to cum left no room to speak.
"Cum whenever you want. Don't hold back. Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥"
The friction sounds transmitted through her voice became the trigger, and the climax crashed over me.
"Ngh...!"
Spurt♥ Spurt♥
As I ejaculated and curled forward, Lizetta pressed her weight against me to prevent escape.
"Give it all to my hand without holding back. Spuuurt♥ Spppuuurt♥"
Like soothing an angry child, her hand kept shaking my spasming cock through the orgasm.
Her other hand caught the semen pouring from the tip.
Through my hazy vision, I vaguely saw her palm covered in my cum.
"Even the second time, and this much. And it's hot enough to burn. Mmm. Kiss."
Once the ejaculation ended, Lizetta finally pulled away from my back and licked the semen from her hand like honey.
"The taste and thickness are perfect. Gulp♥"
Swallowing the collected semen with an expressionless face was more than stimulating—it was sensual.
Once not a drop remained on her hand, Lizetta picked up the showerhead as if nothing had happened.
"Now that the sexual service is complete, I'll continue with the bath."
The hot water started from my back, soaking my body and melting away the tension.
After that, my cock reacted to her hands several more times before the shower ended, nearly delaying it further.
Having overflowing stamina wasn't all good.
After finishing the shower and changing clothes in my room, a message popped up on my phone saying the food delivery was complete.
I grabbed the heavy bag from the front door and headed to the kitchen table.
As I set it down and unpacked, Lizetta, back in her maid outfit, quietly approached and examined the logo on the bag.
"Emperor Burger..."
"Lizetta, do you know Emperor Burger?"
"Yes. I know it's a famous burger chain. Though this is my first time seeing one in person."
"I ordered for you too, so sit down and try it."
At my words, Lizetta blinked for a moment before smoothing her skirt and sitting on the chair.
I handed her a wrapped burger.
She took it carefully with both hands, peeled back the wrapper, and inspected the contents.
"An omelet."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, it is."
Peeling away the wrapper revealed a bright yellow omelet sandwiched between muffins.
That omelet was the standout feature of Emperor Burger's breakfast menu, the Imperial Morning.
After pulling out the hash brown and coffee from the set, I sat at the table, unwrapped my burger, and took a bite.
The tangy keyo sauce and fluffy omelet texture filled my mouth.
"Mmm."
Only then did Lizetta take a dainty bite of her burger, savoring it quietly while her mouth busily worked.
That small mouth taking in something so big...
"A-hem. Does it suit your taste?"
I shook my head to dispel the naughty thoughts rising in my mind.
At this rate, my cock might end up ruling my brain.
Lizetta wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue from the table's trash bin before answering my question.
"So this is the feeling of a perfectly made omelet. Next time, I'll use this taste as reference and succeed."
"Y-You don't have to take it that seriously."
She seemed like the type to hold onto her mistakes for a long time.
"If I fail next time, I'll take my own life as atonement..."
"Who kills themselves over one omelet!?"
"Don't worry. I'll end my life quietly in a place where no one, not even Master Hyun-seong, will know."
"No, I said don't die!"
"I'm joking."
"It's not funny at all..."
Jokes weren't even trending.
Her eyes always held a glint of sincerity when she said things like that, making it impossible to laugh it off.
"W-Well, thanks to you, I got up early and took a leisurely shower for the first time in ages. I used to just quickly wash my hair before."
"..."
[Sigh. Is that supposed to be consolation? My face is burning up.]
"...Shut up."
What do you expect from a social recluse with few relationships?
Face heating up, I quickly changed the subject.
"Anyway, did you understand how to use the washing machine?"
After the shower, when Lizetta tried to put her discarded clothes in the washer, I showed her where it was and how to operate it.
"Yes. Kick the side if it stops. I've committed it to memory."
Lizetta recited my explanation back while lightly swinging her hand in the air.
Her gesture was so cute that a smile formed on my lips automatically.
"The previous tenant left it behind, and it seems at the end of its life—it only listens after a kick every time."
It was time to replace it, but I couldn't bear to spend the money.
It was inconvenient, but didn't hinder laundry much.
"Oh, right. Don't you need clothes, Lizetta?"
"My clothes?"
At my question, Lizetta paused mid-bite and tilted her head.
"My build has gotten bigger somehow, so my old clothes feel tight."
Outerwear was tolerable, but underwear and pants were too snug.
The pants I wore today had been loose before, but now they clung to my thighs.
"So I'm planning to buy new clothes this weekend. It'd be great to get some for you too."
"I appreciate the consideration, but this maid outfit is sufficient for me."
Lizetta replied firmly without a moment's hesitation.
"But you can't wear just that every day. It'll need washing eventually."
"In that case, I'll go in just my underwear while it's washing..."
"That's inconvenient for me."
A beauty like her wandering the house in underwear alone would be lethal poison for any man.
"But wasting Master Hyun-seong's precious assets on someone like me..."
"No matter how poorly I live, I can afford a few outfits."
Unlike the sputtering washing machine, clothes were essential for modern life.
"I'm buying them because I want to, so don't feel burdened."
Under my persistent persuasion, Lizetta fell silent, eyes downcast in thought.
I hadn't expected her to refuse so stubbornly.
But I couldn't just buy anything on my own.
I lacked the confidence to enter the women's clothing section alone.
"If you want me in other clothes, don't ask—order me as my master."
"It's just clothes, no need for formal commands..."
Our back-and-forth stalemate showed no signs of ending.
[Lizetta.]
The quiet Child's voice suddenly interjected between us.
[Your master wants you to serve him in various outfits beyond just the maid dress.]
"...Huh?"
What the hell was that?
[The maid outfit is fresh and arousing now, but you'll get bored soon. So he wants to prepare variations in advance.]
"What nonsense is that!"
Left alone, it just kept fabricating lies.
Lizetta in other outfits.
I did want to see that!
But that wasn't why I brought it up.
"...I see."
What was she convincing herself of now?
"Providing unending pleasure to my master is also a maid's duty. I was foolishly neglecting my role."
"What exactly is a maid's duty, then?"
"What right do I, a mere servant, have to refuse my master's desires? Please disregard my opinion and do as you wish."
Was that annoyance in her voice, or just my imagination?
Lizetta ignored me and concluded the conversation on her own terms.
In the end, she agreed to let me buy her clothes.
Should I rejoice purely, or worry that she was starting to see me as a lust monster?
With mixed feelings, I finished the rest of the meal.
After eating and cleaning up, I headed to the front door for work.
As I put on my shoes and opened the door, the dingy stone stairs greeted me as always.
"Then, I'm off."
Lizetta, who had followed to see me off, gave a polite bow and handed me the backpack I'd left on the living room sofa.
"Ah, thanks. Almost left it behind again."
"Is there anything else you've forgotten?"
"Hmm... I don't think so."
The enclosed villa stairs made our voices echo like in a cave.
"I'll guard the house well, so focus on work without worry, Master Hyun-seong."
"You don't overdo it either, Lizetta."
[Think about where to possess by the time you get back.]
"Got it, got it."
Always nagging.
"Oh, right. I'll pick up some groceries on the way back."
"Yes, thank you."
I'd always left alone since becoming independent, but being seen off like this felt fresh.
Not bad at all.
"Master Hyun-seong, you've forgotten one thing."
"Pardon? Uh..."
At her words, I wondered if I'd forgotten my phone and reached for my pocket.
"Mm?"
Suddenly, warm softness enveloped both my cheeks, and half-lidded blue eyes drew close.
Our pursed lips met, and my face reflected in her eyes.
By the time I realized she'd kissed me, her lips had already parted.
A faint blush colored Lizetta's returned face.
"A send-off kiss. They say it energizes men."
"It does energize me."
Too much, actually.
Before I could hide it, her eyes flicked to the front of my pants.
"Healthy even after twice this morning."
I had nothing to say.
"No time now, but shall I continue after you return from work?"
"Sure."
"Then, have a safe trip."
With Lizetta's farewell behind me, I trudged down the stairs in a half-awake daze.
The steps I'd hated descending yesterday now felt light.
The kiss effect was real.
My workplace, the Travel Wiz Agency's Isang branch, was a 50-minute subway ride from my Isang Villa.
20 minutes by bus. 50 by subway. 10 on foot.
It took a while to adapt to this tediously boring commute.
I wanted to move closer, but the area around the office was bustling downtown—rent was exorbitant everywhere.
How much could an assistant manager at a travel agency make?
The work was tough enough.
And the pay wasn't stellar.
So I had no choice but to live in the suburbs, in rundown spots like my current villa with poor security.
"Haa."
In the 1st-floor lobby, sparse with early-morning crowds.
I stared at the white tiles reflecting the ceiling lights while waiting for the elevator.
Even then, my hand unconsciously touched my lips, missing the ones that had left too soon.
Lizetta's face was already missed.
The kiss at the door was different from those with Laila or Agnera in the game.
Not sticky, but fresh.
Not stimulating, but memorable.
In simple terms, it was teasing.
As I reminisced about the kiss while waiting for the elevator.
A strange itch stirred in my chest.
I felt like I'd forgotten something crucial.
What was it?
"Oh my. You're in early today, Assistant Manager Lee?"
A voice from behind pulled up a memory sunk beneath the surface, answering my doubt.
My hand fiddled unconsciously with the phone in my pocket.
Click-clack. The sharp approach of high heels injected tension into every relaxed cell in my body.
The impulse to flee surged from my gut, but the heels stopped mercilessly right in front of me, crushing it.
I stiffly turned my head like a broken toy toward the source.
A woman stood there, office attire suiting her better than anyone.
Black hair cascading calmly to waist height.
Voluptuous breasts and hips accentuated by the form-fitting suit.
Even pantyhose highlighting her sexy legs.
An allure impossible for a mid-30s married woman.
But to me now, it was a horror movie scene.
"G-Good morning, Team Leader. Have a good day."
"Not good, and not a good morning, is it?"
Her sharp gaze pierced my face, belying her calm tone.
That single look turned me into a folding fan, freezing me like a prisoner before execution.
"Kidding, kidding. Good morning, Assistant Manager Lee."
Her flashing eyes curved into crescents as she patted my back.
Don't smile—it's scary.
One more joke and she'd kill me.
We rarely crossed paths on the commute—why now, of all times?
Cursing my misfortune, I waited for this hellish moment to pass quickly.
"...?"
At some point, the patting on my back stopped.
Looking at Team Leader Kang Joo-young, she stood frozen with her palm against my back.
"Team Leader?"
"Hah?!"
At my voice, she jolted back greatly.
Then shook her hand in the air as if she'd touched filth.
A faint blush rose on her pale face.
What was with that unnatural reaction?
But the question didn't linger.
"Ahem. Anyway, Assistant Manager Lee, something happen yesterday?"
"Pardon?"
A metallic squeak escaped my lips at the sudden question.
"No, you didn't pick up even after I called so much—I thought something big happened to you.
Glad you're fine."
"A-ahaha. Yeah..."
She sounded almost disappointed nothing had.
Better just yell than lay this subtle groundwork—my heart was shrinking.
Ding-
The elevator arrived, doors opening.
For some reason, they looked like gates to hell today.
"Get in first. We'll finish the talk on the way up."
"Y-Yes."
I followed Kang Joo-young into the elevator like a rabbit with its nape gripped by a fox.
My hell was just beginning.
