Lewd Angel Maid Winte!
A roll of red carpet unfurled dramatically down the center of the Adventurer's Guild, and in strode a burly middle-aged man with a thick mustache, dressed in ornate, old-fashioned finery.
"Welcome to the guild, Lord Belrig Sliem!"
"Heh heh, much obliged."
The count—clearly the man in question—stroked his mustache with a satisfied grin.
This guy's loving all the fawning... Hypno's gaze shifted from the count to the woman trailing right behind him. More precisely, to her outfit.
A frilly headband crowned her head, paired with a classic medieval servant's uniform—white and black lace everywhere, the perfect blend. A genuine maid outfit.
Maid outfit...!!!
Maid outfits. They'd starred in countless of Hypno's favorite adult games back home. Servant's garb. Butler's threads. And pure horniness fuel. Endless variations, tweaks, and improvements over the years.
Hypno had doubted he'd ever see one in this isekai world, but there it was—exactly as he'd imagined, right in front of him.
"...?"
Winte tilted her head at Hypno, whose eyes were glued to the maid outfit.
"Hyp...no?"
"Huh?! What's up, Winte?"
"You... like that kind of person...?"
"Person? Oh... no, not the person. The clothes."
"Clothes?"
"Yeah. The outfit. Isn't it pretty?"
Winte glanced at the maid uniform Hypno was pointing to.
"Hmm... not sure... I guess."
Fashion had never been her thing anyway—her own leotard was designed purely for heat tolerance, not looks.
"Really? I bet it'd look amazing on you, Winte..."
"...! You... like that outfit...?"
"Love it. You in a maid outfit, calling me 'Master'... heh heh heh, it'd be insanely hot."
"Ooh...!"
Hypno likes maid outfits.
The new fact etched itself into Winte's mind.
"Oh, you get it."
A bard-looking guy jumped into their conversation.
"Your beautiful lover in that? Perfect fit. Stunning."
This guy's got taste.
"Heh heh heh, right?"
"Too bad you can't get one here. Not in Sliem, anyway."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Long story. If you've got time after the count leaves, I'll fill you in."
Time's the one thing I've got plenty of...
"Sure."
Ten minutes later, Count Belrig departed with his maid in tow. He'd come to hand out bonuses to top-rated adventurers who'd nailed a quest.
Hypno and Winte, warned the tale was lengthy, settled into the guild's tavern for a meal.
"Hypno... ahhhn."
"Ahhhn. *Munch munch gulp!* Best taste ever, Winte!"
"Yeah... ♡"
"Heh heh, so sweet it's making even this rum taste sugary! *Gulp gulp!* Ahhh...!"
"So, why can't we get a maid outfit?"
"Hahaha! Hey, friend, drop the formalities! We're sharing a table, drinks flowing—no need for that!"
What an social butterfly.
"Fine, casual it is. Spill the reason already."
"Kuh~ Quick adapter, love it!"
*Clink.* The man set down his mug and grabbed the guitar-like instrument from his back.
*Twang~*
"Let's kick off with a song."
"Skip the song. Just tell me."
"The reason's in the song!"
He's dying to perform.
"Winte, ahhhn."
"Ahhhn♡ *Munch munch♡* Hypno's food... so good♡"
"Aah~ You're too cute, Winte!"
*Smoosh!*
"Hypno's arms... nice... ♡"
"...Ahem! Lovebirds are sweet, but focus on the song, yeah?"
"We'll listen. Get on with it."
"Gotcha."
*Twang twiddle~*
The bard strummed and launched into song.
~Ahh, back when the count's servants' garb was all the rage~
~Sliem's stylish Count ordered it custom-made~
~That outfit's charm became legend in Sliem~
~Enter one clever man, quick on the draw~
~With nimble hands, he whipped 'em up fast~
~Sold out in a flash, top seller at last~
~Ooh~ But sales slammed shut, just like that~
He paused mid-song, winking at Hypno.
"...Why~?"
Hypno played along like a pro.
The bard beamed and continued.
~Blame the fool with the magic touch~
~Zaphis the idiot, crafting away~
~Singing dumb ads that crossed the line~
~"Your lover by night, your servant so fine!"~
~It flew off shelves, reached the count's ear~
~Poor dumb Zaphis, summoned in fear~
~But merciful lord let him off the hook~
~Just seized all profits—poof, gone in a look~
~Ooh~ Thank you, kind Count, forevermore~
"That's why no shop in Sliem touches count's maid gear. Don't wanna end up like that idiot Zaphis."
"Hmm, got it."
Just sell the damn things without pissing off nobles. One moron's fault.
"Great song, by the way. What's your name?"
"Me? Zaphis!"
"...You?"
"Whoa...!"
"Hahaha~."
*Twang~*
"Knew you'd catch it. I dropped the hint at the end!"
"A bard who makes clothes too?"
"Handy with a needle! But this is my trade." *Tap tap.* He strummed his instrument.
"...Singing about your own screw-up? Weird flex."
"Bards turn any juicy tale into song— even mine. Hooks the crowd, pockets some coin!"
"Coin?"
"Self-roasting my dumb past? Surprisingly popular." He grinned, downing the last of his drink. "*Gulp gulp gulp!* Ahh~ Buys me rounds like this. Anyway, maid outfits? Try elsewhere. That one's premium fabric—pricey too. Save up."
"Your fault, but thanks for the tip."
Hypno stood, finished eating. Winte rose with him.
"I'll have one today anyway."
"Huh? Didn't you hear? Shops won't sell."
"I know. Who said shops?"
Just take it from the count himself. Heh heh.
"Heh~ Sneaky grin there. Careful not to pull a Zaphis and lose your shirt~."
*Twang~*
"Piss off the count, and poof—your wallet's toast~."
"Heh heh, no worries. C'mon, Winte."
"Yeah...!"
They left the guild.
"What now...?"
Winte asked once they were outside.
"Heh heh, simple—ask the count directly for the maid outfit!"
"Hypnosis...?"
"Hypnosis! But not just hypnosis, Winte. That'd be robbery! Right?"
"Yeah...?"
"So, hypnotize our way into the mansion... then chat with the count!"
"Chat...?"
"Yep! Hear his troubles, fix 'em with hypnosis. He wins—problem solved. I win—maid outfit for Master play with you~."
"Master... play?"
"Yeah! You dress as maid, act all 'Yes, Master!' I'm your lord. Roleplay fun!"
"I see... Hmm..."
Winte pondered, then stepped in front of Hypno, hugging him tight. Chin on his chest, she gazed up.
"Master... ♡ I love... you ♡"
"Winte...! Not yet... too soon...!"
"No good...?"
"Nooo...! Makes me wanna... skip the mansion and fuck you right here...!"
"I'd... like that... ♡"
"Winte...!"
Hypno crushed her in an embrace. To vent surging lust, he groped her ass wildly.
*Squeeze squeeze knead knead!*
"Eep♡ Ahh... ♡ Oh♡ Hyp...nooo... ♡♡"
Aah~ Calming down. Dick's harder than ever, but the 'fuck now' urge eased.
Composed, he pulled her close by the back, burying his face in her neck, inhaling deep.
"Sniiiiff... haaah..."
"Eep... ♡ Ahh... ♡"
Winte's scent... so fucking arousing...
"Hyp...nooo... ♡ Your dick... poking me ♡"
His rock-hard bulge tented his pants, pressing against her belly, demanding attention.
"Yeah, 'cause you turn me on so much."
"Wanna... do it?"
"Nope."
Hypno pushed her shoulders, creating space.
"Maid outfit first!"
"Ooh...!"
Winte blinked, impressed—he'd prioritized the outfit over sex?
"You really... love maid outfits... huh."
"Wanna see you in one ASAP! And...!!!"
He hugged her again, pouring his heart out.
"Lusty angel maid Winte... I wanna fuck you deep all day...!"
"Ahh... ♡ Deep... fuck... ♥♥♥"
"Deep fuck" hit her like lightning—memories of their first intense session flooded back. Imagining it in maid gear, her excitement swelled.
"...Hurry to the mansion, Hyp...no ♡"
"Yeah! Let's go!"
United in lusty maid roleplay dreams, they headed for the mansion.
Finding Count Belrig's estate was easy—a quick hypnosis on a passerby gave directions.
It was a grand, imposing place.
Handing out bonuses like candy? Dude's loaded.
"Hypno... how we getting in...?"
"Heh heh, I got ways, Winte. Hang on."
Hypno excluded Winte from his perception and unleashed a Hypnosis Wave over the entire mansion.
Hypnosis Wave
As the wave permeated, he layered in telepathic commands.
"The owner of this voice is a highly skilled counselor and therapist."
"The owner of this voice is a guest Lord Belrig has long awaited."
"It is only natural to treat the owner of this voice with utmost respect."
"All requests from the owner of this voice must be granted."
⟨ Telepathic Hypnosis ⟩
Hypno withdrew the wave and grinned at Winte.
"Heh heh. Let's go in, Winte."
"Ooh... Your voice echoed in my head... too."
"Oops, the wide cast hit you. My bad."
"What was... that?"
"Telepathy magic. Sends thoughts without speaking."
"I see... Hmm..."
Winte mulled it over. Hypno didn't pry, just said:
"C'mon!"
"Ah, yeah...!"
Hand in hand, the couple strolled up to the mansion door like they owned the place.