3. Probation Day 1 - 14: New House, New Family
"Bottom of the ninth, two outs. Runners on second and third. The Phoenix, trailing 5 to 3, is sending up a pinch hitter. You could call this their final gamble."
"Yes, it's the manager's call, but he's pulling Ha Jinseok—who's gone two for four today and looks locked in at the plate—in favor of Kim Taeyun, who's slumped all series long. A bold decision."
"Indeed. Kim Taeyun has been ice-cold throughout the series. Even the Half-Moon Bears seem content to pitch to him rather than fill first base with an intentional walk. Will Kim Taeyun repay his manager's faith? Let's watch and see."
Kim Taeyun~ Home run~~ Clap clap clap! Clap! Kim Taeyun~ Home run~~!
"The pitcher winds up~ and delivers. Oh!"
Crack~~
"He got all of it. It's deep. It's going... the left-field wall~ the left-field wall~ it's over the left-field wall~~! A two-out, come-from-behind walk-off three-run homer in the bottom of the ninth~~! Kim Taeyun has done it~~!! The Phoenix complete the comeback and take the championship~~~"
"Unbelievable!! Kim Taeyun just washed away twenty years of the Phoenix's heartache with a single swing~! Absolutely incredible~~."
"Juhan? Juhan?"
"Hnn... huh?"
At the sound of someone calling my name, I woke up.
Slurp.
Out of habit I sucked back the drool that had escaped, wiped around my mouth with the back of my hand, and pushed myself upright. Rubbing my eyes, I looked ahead and saw someone standing in front of me.
A black-and-white maid outfit—the kind you'd only ever see at a maid café. The difference was how little fabric there was. A white frill at the collar, and beneath it an off-the-shoulder crop top that barely covered her chest, and even that much was mesh, so the shape of the breasts underneath was on full display.
The black bra she wore under it was far too small—just enough cloth to cover her areolae, everything else reduced to straps. Her stomach was left completely bare, and the black skirt and white apron below were just as tiny, barely managing to cover her crotch and leaving her thighs entirely exposed.
"Oh, you're awake?"
My gaze, which had been lingering around her thighs, climbed up toward where the voice had come from. Only then did the face beneath the white headdress register.
"Jiyeon?"
"Yes, it's Jiyeon. I'm sorry for waking you while you were sleeping, but dinner is ready. You can come out to the dining room whenever you like."
"Yeah. Okay. Got it."
I was about to stand right up when I stopped at the sight of Jiyeon turning to go. Thanks to that short skirt, a good third of her ass was on display. As I stared at the jiggling cheeks, the cheering cheerleaders from my dream came flooding back.
"Ah!"
I hurriedly grabbed my phone and opened O's NOTE, jotting down the dream as it came back to me. The story was patchy in places, but I remembered most of the important parts. Once I'd written everything down, I switched the category to Sports and saved it. When I looked up again, Jiyeon was holding the door open, waiting quietly.
"Sorry. I had to get this down."
"Not at all. We were taught that O's business comes before anything else. Take your time."
"Uh, right."
I rose from the plush leather chair and headed out. Past the long corridor I still hadn't gotten used to, through the spacious living room, and on to the dining room. The large rectangular table, roomy enough to seat eight, was already laid with food.
The Chinese spread was a little different from what I'd expected. Instead of cheap Chinese-restaurant plates or disposable delivery containers, every dish had been beautifully arranged on expensive-looking tableware. Standing on either side of the table, hands neatly folded, were Songa—still in her dairy-cow cosplay—and Dana, in a new navy-blue box tee.
As I approached, Songa pulled out the chair at the head of the table for me. Sitting down and surveying the table, I noticed something odd. In front of my seat sat the jjambbong rice I'd asked for, and in the middle were sweet and sour pork, chili shrimp, and cold jellyfish salad—but every other place setting was empty.
"What about you guys?"
"We'll eat separately after you've finished, Juhan. Please enjoy your meal."
At Dana's answer, I muttered under my breath.
"Then yours is going to be spicy as hell..."
I had no idea what the three of them had ordered, but with Chinese food, the odds of it being the fiery kind were pretty high.
"Most of us don't share a table with the Omniscient. Please, eat first and take your time. Jiyeon and Songa will wait on you."
"Don't do that—let's eat together. Maybe it's just because I haven't adjusted yet, but if I'm sitting here eating alone surrounded by you three, I feel like I'll get indigestion."
At my words, Songa and Jiyeon flinched, eyes bright with hope, but Dana stayed firm.
"It's better to keep the lines between classes clear. Getting too casual about rank can cause problems down the road."
Watching Songa and Jiyeon straighten their posture again at Dana's words, I smiled and said,
"I just like eating together. Well... hmm~. You did say that if I give an order, you have to follow it. It's moving day, so let's all eat together."
Sure enough, the moment I called it an order, Dana bowed her head.
"We will follow your will, Juhan. Let's bring the food out."
At Dana's word, Songa and Jiyeon went to the kitchen and came back with trays, setting a dish on either side of me and one across the table.
Dana, seated across from me, had jjambbong; Jiyeon, at my left, had crab fried rice; and Songa, at my right, had omurice.
Once everyone was seated, I spoke up.
"Okay, eat comfortably now. Well then—let's dig in."
"Yes. Thank you for the meal."
"Thank you for the food."
"Digging in~"
Even as I lifted my bowl and soaked the rice in the jjambbong broth, I couldn't keep my eyes off the women seated around me.
"By the way, are you and Songa going to keep wearing those outfits?"
"Juhan is... ah! I heard you told Songa to call you Juhan, so I can call you Juhan too, right?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
"Do you not like our outfits, Juhan?"
At Jiyeon's question, I waved my hands in denial.
"No, I love them. I was just worried the two of you might not be comfortable."
Songa set down the spoon she'd been raising and looked at me.
"When O stays in a residence, the outfits we wear are fixed."
Dana picked up from there and solved the mystery for me.
"After completing training, managers assigned to residences where the Omniscient stay wear prescribed outfits. But that's only the default setting, so you're free to choose, Juhan. In the Palm, under Jiyeon's and Songa's entries, there should be a 'residence default outfit' option. You can set it however you like there."
"Ah~. I see."
Nodding, I stirred the rice in my bowl with my spoon, scooped up a mouthful, and ate.
"This place is delicious. Good call, me."
"Juhan, have this one too."
Jiyeon picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork, evenly glazed in sauce, with her chopsticks and brought it to my lips. I froze for a second at the piece that had appeared out of nowhere in front of my mouth, but then opened up and ate it.
And here I was, being hand-fed sweet and sour pork by a woman in a maid outfit...
Munch, munch.
"Thanks. It's good. Oh, right—Jiyeon, you're a college student too, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm a sophomore, same as Songa."
"Which school do you go to?"
"You probably won't know it. Daegidae—Safety Engineering."
"Kghk. Khk, khk."
I'd asked the question and was halfway through a spoonful of jjambbong rice when her answer made me clamp a hand over my mouth and cough.
"Juhan!"
"Are you okay?"
"Here, some water."
I wiped my left hand—the one that had been covering my mouth—with the napkin Jiyeon handed me, and took a sip of the water Songa passed over.
"Ah, sorry. I'm fine. Daegidae... you mean Hangidae? The Korea Technical University up in Gongneung, right?"
"Huh? How do you even know where it is? Most people have never even heard of the school."
The Korea Future Institute of Technology, known as Daegidae or Hangidae for short. It had opened in the 1900s as the Korean Empire Industrial School and been reorganized into Korea Technical University in the sixties. It was originally an industrial college, but by the time I enrolled it had been upgraded to a full comprehensive university, and the name changed with it: the Korea Future Institute of Technology. The reason I knew all this in such detail was simple.
"Because I graduated from that school too."
"What? Really?"
Jiyeon covered her mouth in surprise, her voice rising, while I rubbed my forehead and looked over at Dana. Dana just gave me a knowing smile.
Jiyeon turned toward me and asked,
"Which department did you graduate from?"
"Computer Science."
"Huh? We share a building with your department. Really?"
"Yep. That's right."
We shared the building, but on different floors, so we'd never have crossed paths. Besides, with more than ten years between our class years, we were never enrolled at the same time anyway.
"What a coincidence. That's amazing! Really."
With that as the starting gun, Jiyeon talked nonstop. The buildings were mostly unchanged, and there were plenty of courses common to all engineering students, so there was a lot for us to relate over.
"Jiyeon, you're interrupting Juhan's meal—don't ask so many questions."
Jiyeon's endless questions only stopped at Dana's words.
"Ah! Sorry~."
"No, it was fun for me too."
We chatted like that until the meal was over. While Songa and Jiyeon cleared the dishes, I went back to the study. Not because I had anything in particular to do—I was just looking for somewhere I couldn't see Jiyeon or Songa.
Because every time I laid eyes on them, blood rushed straight to my cock. It had been half-hard even while I was eating.
Medicated or not, I'd fired off four loads in less than a single day, so I figured I ought to show a little restraint.
With nothing special to do, I went back to killing time on the internet. I was watching footage from a gaming tournament when I heard a knock.
Knock, knock~
"Juhan, it's Jiyeon. May I come in?"
"Uh, come in~"
Jiyeon opened the door and came in carrying a tray with a teacup and a plate of fruit.
On the plate were apple slices cut for easy eating and strawberries with their stems removed.
"I brought fruit and green tea for dessert."
She set the plate and teacup down on the wide desk, then stood the tray upright against her body.
"Ah~ thanks."
I looked at the fruit on the plate for a moment, then turned back to my monitor—only to find Jiyeon standing there quietly, watching me. I'd expected her to leave right away, and with her just standing there, I couldn't help but notice.
"Is something the matter?"
"Um... do you not like me? Is it maybe because my chest is smaller than Songa's or Dana's... I mean, Lady Dana's?"
"Huh??"
Caught off guard by the sudden question, I could only ask back, flustered.
"Well... I heard you did it with Lady Dana and Songa, but with me you only gave me my punishment and then left me be. You were clearly hard while you were punishing me, but then you said we'd stop, and..."
Compared to Dana and Songa, it was true that Jiyeon's chest was on the smaller side, but I'd never thought of her breasts as small. The information I'd seen had her listed at a B+ to C cup, so she wasn't small at all. Songa was just disproportionately huge.
And her nipped-in waist and wide hips were, I thought, more than a match for anyone else when it came to raw sexual appeal. Having a woman like that ask me why I wasn't fucking her was more than a little flustering.
"No way. Me, passing up a girl like you? Ridiculous. It's just our first day, so I wasn't sure how to go about things."
At my answer, Jiyeon smiled, rounded the desk, and came toward me. She swiveled my chair sideways, set the tray on the desk, and climbed up onto my lap. Spreading her legs, she braced her knees on the chair beside my thighs and wrapped both arms behind my neck, lacing her fingers together.
"Then, won't you eat Jiyeon out right now? Jiyeon's little pink pussy is absolutely overflowing."
Lowering her left arm, Jiyeon lifted her tiny white apron and skirt. Beneath them was a pink pussy glistening with dew. It was parted just slightly, her inner lips peeking out, though not protruding.
The reason her pussy was right there in plain view was that what Jiyeon was wearing hardly deserved to be called panties. The white lace panties with their pretty pattern were string-style—panties in shape only. In other words, with no panel to cover anything, just the outline of panties formed from lace-trimmed strings—not even crotchless panties, but the kind you'd have to call open panties.
"Ah, it's getting bigger. Right?"
With Jiyeon flashing her pussy from atop my lap like that, my cock snapped to full attention, lifting my pants high enough that even she couldn't miss it.