Chapter 210

I guess I'll have to handle the sexual relief myself, but the vibe permeating our house right now isn't something you can see with the naked eye—though in my head, it's unmistakably registering as pink.

I forcibly dragged my gaze away from the heart-shaped cutout up top on her maid outfit, where my eyes had wandered unconsciously, and that's when I realized why pink kept swirling around in my mind.

...Her irises are pink to begin with.

My attention had been stolen by that creamy cleavage—so perfectly described as "pale and powdery"—so it took me until now to notice. But it's not like that time before when she fully went succubus mode, tail and all, with that glowing light in her eyes. It's just the color of her pupils that's changed to pink. So what the hell is this? A slightly succubus mode or something?

Yoo Seol-ah, standing quietly in front of the shoe rack, looked at me and slowly opened her mouth.

"...What're you doing there."

It's 2 p.m. now, and today was a free day with no classes or schedule. Seeing Yoo Seol-ah with her voice all low and husky like that, I spun around halfway and bolted out the front door.

Should I kill some time and come back around six?

"...Ugh, what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the—?!"

Right before the door slammed shut, Yoo Seol-ah's voice—which had been a bit lower than usual—snapped back to normal, and in an instant, her presence zipped behind me.

She grabbed my wrist with both hands, yanking me back inside like a ragdoll. I let myself get dragged along obediently for now.

At least she wasn't completely lost to it—that was some relief. If Yoo Seol-ah had truly hit her limit, she wouldn't even flinch if I tried to escape. She'd just stone-faced teleport ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me or something and force me wherever she wanted. The fact that she was showing this flustered panic after zipping over with teleport and dragging me in? Proof her reason was still intact.

Once I'd calmed my nerves a bit, I met her eyes again. She looked seriously rattled, breathing a little heavily to steady herself.

So why'd she act all drunk-like earlier?

While I was lost in thought, Yoo Seol-ah silently started peeling off my jacket.

...Already?

"...Why?"

She must've seen my eyes widen, because she stared back at me in that low voice again.

Oh. She was just taking off my outer jacket. ...I thought she was about to jump me right in the entryway.

Looks like it was my misunderstanding. Good thing. Yoo Seol-ah vanished into the room with my jacket in hand.

Is she seriously playing maid?

But the one-day maid punishment ended the day before yesterday.

I slowly headed into the bedroom, bumping into her as she hung my jacket in the dressing room.

"Sit there."

She pointed at the bed with her finger, planting another seed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of unease in my chest, but I sat on the edge anyway.

She knelt down and scooted close again, sparking all sorts of weird fantasies that shut me up for a second—but nope, she was just deftly removing my socks with familiar motions.

Do maids normally take off socks too?

"...I can do it myself."

"It's the maid's duty."

I had no idea what her exact ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠maid philosophy was, but if she said so, what could I do?

...Did she decide on this whole concept from the start today?

She totally looked like she stepped straight out of a manga. And the no-polite-language thing? Pure Yoo Seol-ah. If she'd been all formal while stone-cold sober, that would've been scarier.

"...So what's this about?"

I decided to cut straight to it and ask what she was planning.

She seemed to mull it over in her head, then spoke in a voice without much inflection.

"You seemed to really like the maid thing."

"......"

If you ask if I like it? Hell yes. Especially on her—it's like ten times better. That outfit's so tricky to look at without getting sucked in; I'm half forcing myself to stay chill so I don't get devoured by lust.

I'd seen it in her cosplay pics before, but seeing it in person? Definitely sexy as hell.

But her wearing it just for my tastes? The timing felt a bit off.

After a brief eye contact exchange, she stood up to toss my socks in the laundry.

And that's when I had to doubt my own eyes.

...Yoo Seol-ah, are you seriously not wearing panties?

Maybe I saw wrong, or maybe they were flesh-colored, but no matter how I looked, something was off.

I'd been pent up for two days too, so that glimpse made my head spin—then she came back, and our eyes met.

"......"

"......"

Neither of us spoke first. Her face was surprisingly calm, but I noticed her nape and earlobes flushing red.

...She wouldn't forget to put them on, so she did it on purpose.

She was clearly holding back embarrassment by force. When she's drunk or fully rampaging, she doesn't blush like that.

The moment I averted my gaze from the weirdness, I figured out why her eyes were pink.

This had nothing to do with succubus—it's just color contacts.

She'd told me herself she had tons of colored lenses for cosplay, so I knew.

"While you're at it, grab some panties too."

"...Ugh."

Her unusually subdued tone was suspicious too, so I brought up the underwear indirectly.

Her hesitation confirmed it—she'd skipped them on purpose.

Trembling just a little, she tried to play it cool.

"...Gotta resolve it quick that way."

"......?"

I straight-up gave her a puzzled look, and she bit her lip before raising her voice a notch.

"...You heard everything back then, so why act like you don't know?"

"Heard wha—?"

Our conversation felt totally off-track when she finally snapped back to her normal tone, face red as she yelled.

"...S-sexual relief...! You've gone two days without, so you want it anyway...!"

There were a ton of things I wanted to call her out on, but hearing that made one crucial fact click.

That maid talk when she was drunk the other day? It wasn't wordplay—it was legit her offering sexual relief?

Until she spilled the truth now, I'd just felt bad for misunderstanding.

"......"

She noticed my weird reaction, her eyes starting to quiver wildly.

Her speech was back to normal ages ago.

Now that the truth of that incident hit, puzzle pieces started falling into place.

The pink contacts and lowered voice? All to fake succubus influence?

"Then why the lenses..."

"...Ugh, ah. No..."

...Yoo Seol-ah's so easy to read.

Especially seeing her use my two-day dry spell as an excuse—it snapped me right out of it and helped the deduction.

Sure, two days makes my lower half primed in all sorts of ways, but not to the point it messes with daily life like hers.

That was just her excuse whenever she wanted it.

"Guess I'll have to handle your sexual relief."

"...Eek!?"

His voice dipped low, sending chills racing through my whole body.

...Since when does the master handle the maid's sexual relief...!

And phrasing it like that makes it sound like I was so desperate I set this up...

I was just trying to satisfy him too...

"Kyaa!?"

My vision flipped in an instant, and when I came to, I was draped over Baek Sion's lap.

...This is the position they used to spank naughty kids back in the day.

From the fact he wasn't undressing, I realized he had zero plans to stick it in right now.

"Wait— hngh, eek!?"

I regretted saying no panties would "resolve it quicker" because his hand swept over my bare ass in a flash.

This pose with my butt stuck up was so humiliating it ramped my sensitivity way up.

Hell, it felt optimized for fingering the insides.

...This is bad. No, really.

Baek Sion was too good at fingering anyway, but especially with his fingers—he never went easy at all...