I Have No Intention of Letting You Off Easy

It was the most difficult meal of my life. After I finished eating the toast Yuna had fed me, I spoke up timidly.

"Um... I... I can't... get up..."

"Hm? What was that?"

"I have no feeling in my legs... I can't stand up..."

"Ehh?! Nina, are you okay?"

With Yuna’s support, I managed to stand. For the first few steps, it felt as if I were floating in mid-air, but as soon as the blood began to circulate, I let out a sharp scream.

...

"Geez... is this really how it's supposed to be?" Yuna grumbled with a pout. It was only natural; I thought this situation was strange, too. I was sprawled out on the sofa, and Yuna was sitting at the edge, my legs resting on her lap as she massaged them vigorously. Earlier, when I had collapsed screaming after only a few steps, she had looked genuinely worried.

"Sorry... no, I mean, I apologize..." I found myself apologizing to Yuna without thinking.

"Nina, it seems you need some training in sitting in seiza. For a maid, sitting properly is the basics!"

It was the first time I’d ever heard such a thing. What exactly was a maid to Yuna? Perhaps because my body had become lighter since I became a girl, kneeling wasn't all that painful. The problem was always what happened afterward—the numbness that set in after sitting for too long without circulation.

"There, all done! You can stand now, right?"

"Yes... thank you..."

Even though she spoke like that, she must have been quite worried. She had even worked up a sweat massaging my legs. When I stood up, I felt much better. Thank you, Yuna.

"Yaaawn. What should I do now? Maybe a nap?"

She had only just woken up when the sun was already high in the sky, and she wanted to sleep again? I couldn't help but think that if things went on like this, Yuna would turn into a total slacker.

"Um, Yuna... Master, wasn't the coding assignment due today...?"

"Oh, right!! Did you finish yours, Nina?"

"No, I haven't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠either..."

"Then let's do it together!"

...

"Then, Master, you can create the function here, and I will... create this function..."

In Yuna’s room, we decided to tackle the assignment separately—Yuna on her desktop PC and I on her laptop. Thanks to her permission to sit on her bed, I was perched on the edge. The bed had a pleasant scent, which made me feel slightly happy.

"Ughhh, we aren't even Computer Science majors, why do we have to do coding like this?!"

Not even ten minutes after we started, Yuna was clutching her head and whining. Yuna was much better at studying than I was, but it seemed coding wasn't her forte. I had studied some coding back in high school, so I had a decent grasp of the basics. In fact, these days, you could just ask an AI and it would write simple code perfectly, but I stayed quiet, thinking it wouldn't do Yuna any good to know that.

"Nina... teach me this."

Yuna whined, asking for my help. "Geez... you leave me no choice." Studying with Yuna felt nostalgic, as if we had returned to the old days.

...

"All done!!"

After a long while, Yuna, who had been staring at the monitor and groaning, finally seemed to have finished. In truth, I had finished my part a long time ago and had just been watching her.

"Alright, let's combine them."

I took the code Yuna had finished, merged it with my part, and pressed the run button.

"Huh?"

As soon as I ran it, a red line appeared on the PC screen, followed by an error window.

"That's strange... where's the problem?" Yuna tilted her head, staring intently at the error code.

"It's probably Yuna's fault... let me see for a second." Confident that my code couldn't possibly be the issue, I spent a long time examining the code she had written.

...

"Haa... no matter what I do, it won't work."

For over thirty minutes, I had been changing bits and pieces of Yuna's code, but the error wouldn't resolve.

"That's weird... isn't the part Nina made the one that's wrong, not here?"

"That's impossible. Yuna, you can't code. You must have written it wrong."

Completely focused on debugging, I hadn't even considered my current position and just blurted out whatever came to mind.

"Wait, what kind of talk is that? You should check the part you made properly, too."

"It's a waste of time, if we don't fix it soon..."

"Nina."

"Yes?"

Yuna called my name, but I answered absentmindedly, not even moving my gaze from the monitor.

"That’s an order, Nina. Check the part you made properly."

Yuna’s voice had changed drastically. It was similar to yesterday—no, even lower and colder than yesterday—as she commanded me.

"Ah... yes... no... I mean... yes, understood..."

At Yuna’s cold tone, I snapped to my senses and answered. However, I had already verified my code with an AI earlier, and it had confirmed there were no issues. Still, following her order, I uploaded both our codes to the AI and requested a verification.

Checking the AI's response, it was a simple error caused by mismatched data formats. Looking at the assignment requirements, the data was supposed to be processed as numbers. Yuna had followed the instructions correctly, but I had written the code however I pleased without even checking the assignment details.

"So? Where was the mistake?"

Yuna asked, staring straight at my face instead of the monitor. For a moment, the thought of insisting it was Yuna's fault crossed my mind, but I immediately cast it aside.

"...It's my fault... Yuna... Master, the AI says your code has no problems..."

"..."

Yuna didn't say ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a word, clearly furious, and I hurriedly corrected the code and submitted the assignment.

...

It was a situation similar to yesterday. Yuna was sitting on the sofa again, legs crossed, looking down at me with a terrifying gaze, while I knelt on the cold marble floor with my head bowed low.

"Nina. Honestly, I'm very angry this time."

"...Yes, Master..."

Completely overwhelmed by Yuna’s cold voice, I couldn't even lift my head to answer.

"I was going to let most things slide because you were so well-behaved this morning. But it seems you need some education."

"..."

Yesterday, I had at least talked back a few times, but today I couldn't say a word. Even though I was effectively Yuna's slave, I hadn't just talked back to her—I had been stubborn and unreasonable. I had no excuse.

"Stand up."

I stood up hesitantly and stood before Yuna. Bowing my head, I peeked at her while fidgeting with my fingers.

"Lift your skirt."

At Yuna’s command, I couldn't talk back this time either. It was as if my brain had frozen white because I couldn't comprehend her words.

"I said lift your skirt. I won't say it twice."

But Yuna continued to push me, her tone still resolute.

"...I'm sorry..."

I wanted to beg her, saying this wasn't right, but I dared not even utter such words. Carefully, I pinched the hem of my skirt with my fingers. Closing my eyes tightly, I gathered my strength and pulled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the skirt upward.

"Lift it all the way."

But Yuna, wearing an even scarier expression than before, commanded coldly. Finally, I pulled the skirt up completely, exposing the cute underwear Yuna had chosen for me. My face was already burning red, and I felt dizzy from the sheer humiliation. Yet, Yuna reached out as if this were nothing, her expression not changing in the slightest.

Following her command, I held the skirt up with both hands, my gaze fixed on the tips of her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fingers. Yuna’s hand moved toward my stomach, then stopped just a little lower. She hooked her index finger into the edge of my panties and pulled them down slowly, but without a hint of hesitation.

"Yu... Yuna, what are you doing..."

The words slipped out reflexively. Hearing me, Yuna stopped her movement, her finger still hooked in my underwear, and glared at me.

"I'm... sorry..."

The moment I met her eyes, the apology came out automatically. Completely overwhelmed by her gaze, I realized that no matter what she did to me from now on, I would be unable to resist.

Yuna didn't answer, just moved her hand again, and once the panties were caught around my thighs, she pulled her hand away. Is it over? Pushed to the brink of tears, I prayed that this would be the end, but Yuna moved her hand again immediately. She thrust her fingertips deep between my legs.

"Hnnng...!!"

With the same fingers that had pulled down my panties, she pushed into my pussy. I let out a lewd moan, one I couldn't believe had come from my own lips. If it were the usual Yuna, she would have teased me for five minutes just with this, but now, she seemed focused only on the movement of her fingertips, as if nothing else mattered.

Without a word, Yuna began to move her fingers inside me, gradually increasing the intensity.

"Haa... hnn... ugh... hnn... ah... haa..."

Every time Yuna applied pressure inside me, I moaned in rhythm with her movements, like a reflex doll.

"As expected, you're wet. I knew it."

Yuna spoke as if she had known all along. Her expression looked as if she were mocking me. Seeing her face, I wanted to run away, but my legs wouldn't move an inch.

"Spread your legs properly."

"Hnn... hnnng...!! Ah... ugh... I... I'm... sorry... hnn... haaa..."

As she commanded, she pushed her fingers deep into my core. I had instinctively clamped my legs shut, but I forced my trembling legs apart and desperately lifted my heels to try and escape her touch. My sexual desire, which had been hidden behind the emotion of shame, had long since revealed itself. I was already completely aroused, wanting nothing more than to reach the peak.

Perhaps noticing my state, Yuna pulled her fingers out from deep inside me.

"Haa... haa... ah... hnn..."

Holding the hem of my maid outfit with both hands, dripping with arousal fluid, I looked at Yuna with pleading eyes. But Yuna ignored my pleas, reached into her pocket with her other hand, and pulled out a pink rotor.

"I have no intention of letting you off easy, Nina. Today, I'm going to properly train you."