Charlotte's Morning Duty
Knock, knock! “Pardon me.”
After knocking on the door and waiting a moment with no reply, I slowly pushed it open. Normally, knocking, waiting, or entering without permission would have been impossible for me. As a mere maid—little more than a tool to nobles and other magic users—I had never been allowed such liberties. But things were different now.
—Creaaak.
The door was well-maintained; I had never heard it make a sound before. Yet with my heart pounding, my nerves sharpened by tension, even that faint noise reached my ears. Thump, thump. Beyond the sound of my racing heartbeat, I took slow steps forward.
The room was still dark. Sunlight filtered in faintly through the curtains, but the atmosphere felt different from usual. No one had entered this room last night. I was the first.
“Young Master.”
At the far end of the room, a figure lay on the massive bed. A man resting beneath luxurious blankets, eyes closed. Tousled golden hair, pale skin, red lips. Sharp, refined features. He looked more beautiful than anything else in the room—like a priceless work of art.
“Young Master.”
I approached slowly, reaching out toward his shoulder before hesitating. Was someone like me, a commoner, even allowed to touch this masterpiece? Would my touch only tarnish its beauty? He would probably laugh if he heard such thoughts, but I truly believed them as my arm wavered.
“Young Master. It’s morning.”
It was difficult to wake him. Yet I wanted to keep looking. Just gazing at him filled my chest with happiness. I wished this moment could last forever, but since Lena had finally entrusted me with the morning duties, I had to do my job. I extended my hand to his shoulder and called out once more—wanting him to wake, yet hoping he wouldn’t.
“Young Mas—!”
“Why’d you stop halfway?”
* * *
“Kyaa!”
He snatched my arm. What had he been doing, teasing me like that? If he was going to pull me in, he should have done it sooner. Before I knew it, I had tumbled into his embrace, staring up at him with wide eyes.
“Y-Young Master!”
“Morning, Charlotte. Good morning.”
“G-Good morning, Young Master….”
A pleasant scent drifted from Charlotte as she lay in my arms. I buried my face against her neck and took a deep breath.
“Y-Young Master! Th-That’s unclean!”
“What, did you come without washing?”
“N-No, that’s not it, but….”
Charlotte’s ears flushed bright red as she denied it with all her might. I knew she bathed every morning. Even now, her familiar scent reached my nose.
“Do you wear perfume, Charlotte?”
“N-No…. Maids aren’t allowed to use perfume.”
“What about makeup?”
Her skin looked bare at first glance, but she was definitely wearing makeup—subtle enough that it was hard to notice. It meant her natural beauty was that striking. Well, most of the women working in the castle were pretty, aside from a few veterans or specialists.
“Th-The castle provides basic cosmetics….”
“I see.”
Maids were, in a sense, part of the decor. No one wanted a maid who didn’t suit Franz Castle. Without thinking, I stroked Charlotte’s cheek in my arms.
“Eek!”
The softness of her skin met my fingertips. My hand drifted lower, tracing along her jawline until my fingers reached her chin. I tilted her face upward.
“Y-Young Master, i-it’s morning. We need to prepare….”
“Charlotte.”
I pressed my thumb lightly against her lips as she spoke. The texture of her red lipstick and her sweet scent filled my senses. Her dark eyes met mine, trembling slightly. I could feel her heartbeat racing.
“How does it feel, being in charge of my mornings from now on?”
“I-It’s an honor, Young Master….”
I wiped away the tears welling in her large eyes. A laugh escaped me at the sound of her pounding heart. Was it really that wonderful? What had I even done?
I pulled my thumb away from her lips. A trace of red lipstick clung to it. Charlotte noticed and tried to pull out a cloth to wipe it, but I stopped her with my other hand.
—Swish.
“Young Master?”
I brought my reddened thumb to my own lips and slowly applied the color. Charlotte stared blankly at my now faintly red lips.
“Why…?”
“Hmm.”
Telling her I was simply caught up in the moment wouldn’t satisfy her. What did she want to hear? Ah.
“Does it suit me?”
“Y-Yes. You look beautiful.”
Beautiful, huh…? A bit odd, but whatever. I smiled at her words.
“Then I should put on more.”
“What? Then I’ll call someone outside to bring—”
“I like yours better.”
“B-But this is just the standard issue given to maids. For you, Young Master, something higher quality would be—”
“If we’re talking quality, this is the most expensive thing here.”
I pressed my fingertip to Charlotte’s lips, silencing her before she could finish. That wasn’t what I meant.
“The lipstick on your lips is more precious than anything else in the world.”
“……What?”
Charlotte tilted her head, still not understanding. I slowly leaned down. Her eyes widened as I drew closer, but she never quite grasped the situation—until our lips met.
“Mmph!”
Our eyes locked as I tilted my head and explored her lips. First, just the lips. Soft and moist. Then my tongue. I tasted her lips with the tip of my tongue—soft, sweet.
“Mmph, haah…! Haah…! Y-Young Master?”
I pulled away after a brief taste. Charlotte was breathing heavily, still looking dazed.
“Well? Does it suit me?”
I licked my lips to check if Charlotte’s red lipstick had transferred properly. Her gaze was fixed on my mouth. At this distance, she was staring intently at my lips. Either way, the mood had clearly shifted.
“Ah……!”
I pulled her waist closer with the hand I’d grabbed. Charlotte, now fully on the bed, was incredibly light. She finally seemed to come to her senses as she straddled me, her face flushing with panic.
“W-Wait, Young Master! We can’t! There are still people outside!”
“It’s fine. I already told them to leave.”
“What?”
I had already informed Lena, who was waiting outside. She had dismissed everyone without a word. I gripped Charlotte’s waist and pulled her fully on top of me.
“Y-Young Master?”
She was now in the perfect position to pin me down, just as I wanted. Today was the day. I had already spoken to Lena, which was why Charlotte had been assigned to mornings. Between Charlotte and Neria, I had chosen Charlotte—since she was the one who usually tidied the bed whenever I left in the morning. I positioned her small, light frame just right. Through my thin pajamas, my half-hardened length pressed against her soft rear.
“Feeling better now?”
“……Yes, Young Master.”
Charlotte must have felt my erection against her, because her cheeks flushed as she looked at me. There was a hint of heat in her dazed eyes. I considered undressing her, but one thing that always disappointed me about cosplay porn was how they always stopped to strip before getting to the real action. Well, maybe the outfits were expensive, or inconvenient. Either way, that wasn’t my problem anymore.
Charlotte reached for the buttons on her chest, hesitating. I stopped her. No way. Trying to take off the maid uniform? I wouldn’t allow it.
“I want to do it with you just as you are.”
“Y-Young Master…!”
She looked moved. Sorry for being trash…. I smiled at her touched expression and slipped my hand beneath her skirt. I enjoyed the feel of the stockings hugging her plump thighs as my hand moved lower.
“Ah, Y-Young Master.”
“It’s okay. Leave it to me.”
Charlotte flinched with tension every time my hand touched her skin. I stroked and patted her calves and thighs to help her relax, gradually moving downward.
“Haah, Young Master!”
Her gaze grew hotter with every touch. I smiled at her before finally reaching the hidden secret beneath her skirt.
“Eek, haaang!”
The moment my fingers made contact, Charlotte’s body trembled violently. She swayed before clutching my chest.
“I-I’m sorry!”
“No, it’s fine. Lean on me.”
I pulled her against my chest and stroked her soft brown hair while my other hand slowly caressed her panties.
—Swish!
“Haaang! Y-Young Master…!”
“So this is where Charlotte’s cute little pussy is, huh?”
“Th-That’s! Hnnng!”
Every time my fingers brushed over her panties, Charlotte’s expression turned lewd. Her eyes grew more dazed, her flushed skin proving it.
“Charlotte, you’re so naughty. Your panties were already wet from the start?”
“That’s not true! I’m not a lewd woman, Young Master!”
“Really?”
“Yes! Please believe— Haaang!”
—Squish!
I pressed my finger firmly into the center of her panties. Through the thin fabric, I felt the warm, soft, and already slick sensation of her pussy. Charlotte’s face looked utterly debauched as she came lightly, soaking her panties with her fluids.
—Squirt! Squirt!
“Hnnng……!”
Her juices flowed as she drooled onto my chest, her body shaking with a half-finished climax. Anyone could see she was a lewd woman.