The Maid's Night Service
Kim Eunha, who had spoken as if the university festival was right around the corner, only came looking for my room after a full hour had passed. The faint scent of shampoo, fresh from her shower, filled every corner of my gloomy space.
She stepped inside with that arrogant expression of hers, spotted the imperial maid uniform I’d made and hung up, and asked, “What’s this?”
A woman’s outfit in a man’s room must have struck her as odd, because she demanded to know exactly what it was. Apparently Kim Eunha had no idea it was a maid uniform. Given how luxurious and elegant it looked, she seemed to think it was just some fancy dress.
“Clothes I made myself.”
“You made this by hand?”
“Yeah. That one’s for practice. I made another one to try on you. Want to wear it?”
“You made it for me?”
Her face softened with clear delight for a moment before her usual haughty, rude expression snapped back into place.
“Well, if you’re going to beg me like that, I suppose I’ll wear it for you.”
I handed her the cute yet sexy maid costume I’d designed after studying internet references, not the imperial version. Both were black-and-white, so she accepted it without suspicion. Since my room was a studio apartment, she headed into the bathroom to change.
From beyond the door came the soft sounds of her undressing. After stripping off her outer layers, she must have examined the outfit I gave her, because she suddenly poked her face out while wearing nothing but underwear and shouted, “What the hell is this!”
“It’s a maid outfit, obviously.”
“That’s not what I’m asking! What exactly are you planning to do to me by making me wear this shameless, perverted thing?!”
“I’m not planning anything.”
“Then why—! Ah, no, that’s not… Anyway, if you peek even once, I won’t let you get away with it.”
The bathroom door slammed shut with a loud bang. Yet if she really wanted to stop me from looking, she only needed to lock it—and I never heard the lock click. It was as if she was telling me not to peek while secretly hoping I would.
Besides, if she truly hated the “perverted” outfit, she could have just refused to wear it. But she never said she wouldn’t.
So… she wants this, doesn’t she?
If she simply asked to be held like she had during her first time, I would have done it. But her pride wouldn’t let her say the words outright. It looked like she was too embarrassed to ask directly and wanted me to push her aggressively, just like before.
Guess I’ll watch and wait for now.
A short while later, Kim Eunha emerged wearing the maid outfit. I’d expected the size to be perfect, but the chest area was a little tight, squeezing her breasts firmly. They bulged out through the deep neckline, creating an eye-catching valley of cleavage. She tried to cover her chest with her hands out of embarrassment, but that only emphasized it more.
Her breasts were one thing, but her stunning looks made the outfit suit her far better than I had imagined. Online, it had been a costume that balanced cuteness and sexiness. On her, the cuteness vanished completely, transforming into something far more erotic—an outfit that practically oozed sensuality.
I clapped, praising the sight of her in the maid costume.
“It looks great on you.”
“Y-you pervert!”
“How about calling me Master once?”
“M-Mas… Die, you trash!”
Hearing that crisp insult “trash” again after so long, I lifted my smartphone and aimed the camera at her.
“Can I take a picture?”
“If you take one, I’ll smash your skull.”
Even dressed as a maid, she was still snapping at her master. What a high-maintenance maid. Daytime service: failed. Time to test whether her nighttime service was any better.
“H-hey! Where do you think you’re touching?!”
“Just checking if I made it right.”
My hand moved down to her lower body. White stockings would have been perfect, but her smooth, bare legs weren’t bad at all. Pretending to measure her with a tape, I stroked her thighs.
“Kyaht!”
She cried out in surprise at my touch.
“T-take your hands off while I’m still asking nicely!”
“Don’t want to. If you want me to stop, call me Master.”
No answer. Looked like she still needed more training. I grew bolder, sliding the hand that had been caressing her thigh beneath the maid skirt.
I felt soft panties. Pulling the back of them aside, I used my Sex Power to knead her ass.
“Hii!”
If the first cry had been from surprise, this one was closer to a moan. Despite her prickly personality, her ass was incredibly soft. I savored the texture with my entire palm.
Kim Eunha’s body trembled. I moved even more daringly. Slipping her panties down slightly, I traced my fingers around her most secret place. I felt her plump, yielding outer lips and her stiff, swollen clit.
I had planned to use only my fingers, but decided to try my tongue instead. I buried my face beneath her skirt.
“Wait?! What are you doing?!”
My tongue began licking her pussy without mercy.
“Are you insane? Why are you licking such a dirty place?!”
“It’s fine. It’s not dirty.”
“I’m not fine with it!”
Spreading her folds with my fingers, I ran my tongue all around. I took her hard clit into my mouth and rubbed it relentlessly until she let out violent moans.
“Hngh… haaaaang!”
It was my first time trying this, but it seemed successful. Clear fluid poured endlessly from between her spread pink petals. Still, my tongue never stopped, exploring between her legs and caressing every inch.
Each movement of my tongue and fingers made her moans grow louder.
“Aht, aaaang! Haaaaang!”
About ten minutes after I began, she could no longer stand and leaned heavily toward me. I caught her and laid her down on the bed.
I hadn’t even entered her yet, but Kim Eunha lay there with hazy, glazed eyes, breathing hard. Her looks were still first-rate, but her reactions were strictly third-rate.
“A maid is supposed to serve her master, yet here the master is serving the maid. Doesn’t that disqualify you?”
“S-sorry, oppa…”
Thanks to the orgasm from my caresses, the prickly maid from before had vanished. In her place lay an honest, obedient maid on my bed. So this was what Kim Eunha had truly wanted.
“It’s not oppa. It’s Master.”
“Haa… haa… M-Master…”
“Good girl.”
My lips met hers. Feeling her hot, ragged breath, I pushed my tongue inside. Our tongues moved together, twisting and melting into one.
“Mmph… haang… haa…”
After the kiss, I pulled out my fully prepared cock. I left the maid outfit on her, only sliding her panties off, and aimed myself at her entrance.
“I’m putting it in.”
“Y-yes, Master.”
The word “Master” now came automatically without prompting. A successful maid education indeed.
I grabbed her plump thighs and spread her legs wide. My cock slid straight into her thoroughly soaked hole. Having experienced it once before, the insertion was smoother than last time. It slowly burrowed deeper inside her.
Because she was so wet, Kim Eunha’s face showed pleasure rather than pain.
“Haaaaang!”
I began thrusting, rocking my hips back and forth. Plap! Plap! The wet sounds of her overflowing juices filled the room. Since her virginity was already gone, I moved my hips harder than before. Each deep thrust drew out louder moans as her face sank further into ecstasy.
“Hngh… haeung!”
She wrapped both arms around my neck. My face naturally buried itself between her overflowing breasts. The sensation was heavenly. I thrust faster, preparing to unload inside her.
“Aahng… it feels too good…”
“I’m going to cum inside!”
“Yes, yes—please cum inside me, Master.”
Lost in sexual pleasure, she was no longer in her right mind and had completely immersed herself in the maid roleplay. I was already curious what kind of reaction she would show once she came back to her senses.
As my cock moved at high speed, her insides clamped down hard. The moment I came, she reached her climax too. Her vagina contracted violently, and my cock, throbbing with need, pumped a huge load of semen into her.
I pulled out my cock, now only half-hard, from her pussy. Bringing the shaft—covered in sticky white fluid—to her face, I ordered, “Clean it.”
I could have used Clean to make it spotless, but I deliberately made her perform a cleaning blowjob. She took my cock into her mouth. Unlike last time when I had forced her, today she did it willingly. Then, as if performing a true act of service, she sucked diligently, cleaning every inch.
Watching her earnestly service me with her mouth made the urge rise again. I ended up cumming a second time down her throat.
Her daytime service had been a failure, but her nighttime service earned full marks.