Chapter 658: Daily Life
Chapter 658: Daily Life
“That’s right. You remember it well. The dear Sara who squeaked in pain when she hurt her finger.”
“Kngh… Hmph…”
As I spoke with a smirk, Sara clenched her fists and trembled with indignation.
It seemed she was quite embarrassed that I had even mimicked her and said ‘squeak’.
Hey, hey. I know I was teasing you a bit, but you’re not actually going to hit me with those fists, are you?
I was worried Sara might lose her cool and lunge at me, but I showed no sign of it on the outside and continued speaking.
“Then, just as you yourself said, will you please put on this maid outfit?”
With that, I took the maid outfit from my inventory and held it out.
“……”
But Sara only glared at the maid outfit in my hand, showing no intention of putting it on.
Why is she resisting so much today?
It’s not like she’s never worn it before, and she’s had plenty of experience with the roleplay that goes with it, right?
“Here.”
“Kngh…!”
“Come on, come on. What’s this? You’re the one who said…”
“…Fine! I’ll wear it, okay?! I’ll wear it!”
Finally giving in to my urging, Sara snatched the maid outfit away roughly as if she had no choice and turned to head for the bathroom.
But before Sara could turn completely, I made full use of the agility I’d gained as a Moon Shadow Warrior and grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her.
“What now.”
“Where are you going? You have to change here.”
“God, you really are a pervert.”
“Ahem. It’s ‘Master’…”
“I haven’t put on the maid outfit yet!”
“So you’re saying once you put it on, you’ll treat me as your master… Oof!”
As I replied slyly, Sara quickly took off her top and threw it at my face.
For someone who had resisted wearing it so much, it was a remarkably swift disrobing.
I hastily pulled Sara’s top off my face and carefully observed the strip show unfolding before my eyes.
As always, her body was one I could only admire.
It was a figure that seemed to have the ideal balance of muscle and fat—healthy and toned, yet still retaining plenty of feminine curves and softness.
On top of that, her limbs were long and slender. If Sara were to go to the world I came from, she could become a top model in an instant.
She exuded the aura of a model, so much so that I was certain of it.
Especially now that she was undressing, she looked like a famous lingerie model.
Perhaps she had changed after washing up, but Sara was wearing sexy lingerie that was hard to believe for someone who had just returned from the dungeon today.
The lingerie, primarily black with dark red accents, seemed to harmonize with her dark, wine-colored hair, further enhancing her allure.
“…What is it.”
Having tossed off all her clothes and now standing in her underwear, Sara muttered as she shot me another glare.
“Hm? What’s what?”
“Why are you just standing there silently? You’re usually so needlessly chatty.”
“Hey, needlessly? That’s harsh. I was just staring, lost in thought because you’re so beautiful.”
“…Flattering me now won’t do you any good, you know.”
“I suppose not. And there’s no need to flatter you. Today, I am the master, and you are the maid. Now.”
“Kngh… I’m an idiot. Why did I ever say that…?”
When I gestured for her to hurry, Sara began to slowly put on the maid outfit with an expression of utter vexation.
The outfit was made with an extremely small amount of fabric to begin with, so the area of exposed skin wouldn’t be that much different from when she was just in her underwear.
Come to think of it, that was originally Vanessa’s outfit.
…Wait a minute. When exactly did Vanessa start liking me?
Depending on the timing, it’s possible I committed the scumbag act of getting a sexy outfit from a girl who secretly liked me just to put it on my own girl for my own sexual enjoyment… Let’s stop. I should stop this train of thought. Now is not a good time.
If I dig any deeper, I’ll just end up feeling unnecessarily sorry for Vanessa, and it’ll be hard to continue this kind of play with Sara.
Sara has gone to the trouble of dressing up so sexily; I can’t be the one to kill the mood.
Right. Let’s focus on Sara for now.
Sara’s long, beautiful leg lifted slightly and slipped into the short, tight skirt. After she brought her other leg in and slowly pulled the skirt up, the tight fabric clung to her body, further emphasizing the alluring curve of her ass.
Yeah. How could a man lose his excitement seeing this? That’s just not something a man does.
“…I’m dressed.”
Having finished putting on the maid outfit, Sara spoke to me, her voice still laced with dissatisfaction.
What on earth is she so wary about?
And where is she looking… Ah. I see. So that’s it.
It was only after noticing that her gaze was directed downward—at my feet, to be precise—that I figured out why Sara had been so unusually reluctant to put on the maid outfit.
It wasn’t the maid role itself she hated, but what would happen after she put on the outfit.
Specifically, the situation where she would have to lick my feet, which she had said she would do after putting on the maid outfit.
No. Even I have no intention of making you do something like that.
It’s not like I’m some evil master who actually trains maids.
For me, it’s enough just to enjoy the atmosphere.
If I told her my true intentions right now, Sara would relax and play along with the maid roleplay properly, just like before.
But that would be no fun. And this is a perfect misunderstanding to exploit.
I decided to thoroughly take advantage of the situation, with Sara terrified at the thought that she might have to lick my feet.
“Speaking so informally to your master. You’re an ill-trained maid. Are you even aware that I am your master?”
“Grk. This guy, really…”
I began my performance, channeling an arrogant but cultured aristocratic master.
Of course, Sara’s expression flared up at my tone.
“What? This guy? You yourself clearly…”
“I get it! I’m sorry, Master!”
But when I poked her sore spot once more, Sara finally cried out in a voice of resignation.
Even though she said it with her own mouth, it was still something I had forced her to say.
If she didn’t want to do it, she could have just ignored it, but the surprisingly straight-laced Sara couldn’t bring herself to go back on her word.
“Hmm. Your tone is still slightly displeasing, but my generous self shall overlook it. Now, come here and attend to me.”
I gave an arrogant nod and guided Sara toward a table in the corner of the room.
“A-Attend to you, you say…”
As I sat down in the chair with my legs spread slightly apart, Sara looked back and forth between my face and my feet with an expression that said, The time has finally come.
“Indeed. First, would you pour me a glass of wine?”
But contrary to her expectations, I calmly took a bottle of wine from my inventory, handed it to her, and held out a wine glass.
“What? Ah, yes.”
Sara’s eyes widened in surprise at my completely unexpected request, her expression bewildered for a moment. But she soon took the wine bottle, uncorked it without much trouble, and poured the wine into my glass.
Seeing how she managed to use formal speech even while flustered, Sara really does have a talent for roleplay.
“Hmm… The aroma is nice.”
I brought the glass Sara had poured to my nose, savored the aroma, and then took a light sip.
No, I’m not kidding, the aroma is actually really good.
Of course, it’s not like I know much about wine. Is this really a cheap bottle?
It’s not ‘cheap’ by the standards of this mansion, or ‘cheap’ by the standards of the supreme Archmage Diana, is it?
Maybe I should have just asked Vanessa the price earlier.
What should I do? It feels like a waste to spill this on the floor now.
Such plebeian thoughts flashed through my mind, but I didn’t let them show on my face. Probably.
“Mm. The aroma really is good. How about it? Would you care for a glass?”
“What? No. I…”
Once again, Sara shook her head, flustered by my sudden offer.
“You would refuse a glass offered by my own hand?”
Of course, even if Sara refused, I intended to make her drink it by force.
“Kngh. Th-Then, just one glass…”
“I shall help you drink it myself.”
“Yes. No. That’s…”
Sara tried to refuse my offer, her entire expression radiating suspicion, but I ignored even that and continued on.
“By the way, you. Your face is still too high.”
“Kngh.”
“Would you lower it a bit?”
As I said that and spread my already slightly parted legs even wider, Sara seemed to realize what I wanted her to do.
“…Yes. Excuse me.”
Sara spoke politely and slowly knelt between my legs.
Still, the faint look of relief on her face was likely because she thought that making her kneel so close between my legs meant I wasn’t planning on making her lick my feet, at least.
Well, she’s right about that.
I have no intention of making her lick my feet. My feet, that is.
“Now, open your mouth.”
I took Sara’s chin, tilted it up slightly, and commanded.
Sara’s lips slowly parted. The red tongue peeking through the gap looked somehow sexy.
I felt like throwing the wine glass aside and kissing her right then and there, but I suppressed the urge.
I couldn’t ruin the scene for a moment of selfish desire.
I steeled myself and slowly tilted the wine glass toward Sara’s open mouth.
From the sip I took earlier, it seemed to have a low alcohol content, so I thought it would be fine, but Sara is an incredible lightweight.
I carefully controlled the amount I poured into her mouth, making sure she wouldn’t get too drunk, but just enough to feel a slight buzz.
“Mmh… Nngh… Mmm…”
After confirming that Sara had properly swallowed the wine, I lifted the glass away.
“How is it?”
“Hah… Yes. It’s delicious…”
Seeing the faint blush on Sara’s face as she answered, I was sure my plan had succeeded.
“That’s a relief. Now, would you stand up and refill my glass?”
“Yes… Aah!”
At my request, Sara naturally tried to stand up.
But being a lightweight, that single sip was enough to make her stumble as she rose, and she naturally placed a hand on my body to steady herself.
And of course, the wine glass in my hand shook, and its contents spilled.
The wine that spilled from the glass landed squarely on my crotch, soaking through my pants and underwear, creating a damp and unpleasant sensation.
…Alright. I’ll be honest.
I spilled it on purpose. Otherwise, there’s no way it would have spilled so precisely onto my crotch.
If Sara hadn’t stumbled, I would have deliberately bumped the glass against her to make it spill.
“Aah! S-Sorry…!”
Whether it was because she was more flustered than before or because of the slight buzz, Sara even forgot her formal speech as she apologized.
“Don’t just stand there apologizing! Clean it up at once!”
I deliberately barked at her in a more master-like tone to make her remember that we were in the middle of our maid roleplay.
“Y-Yes! I’ll get a towel right away…”
“Wait.”
Sara was about to get a towel from near the bathtub, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her.
“We can’t just wipe up such precious wine with a towel, can we?”
“Y-Yes? What do you mean…”
“Shouldn’t the one who spilled it drink it up herself?”
“……”
At my words, Sara lowered her head once more to confirm the location of the spill.
And when she looked back up at my face, her expression had returned to her usual cool demeanor.
“Hey. Guwon. You planned this from the start, didn’t you…”
“Aaaah! If you ruin the mood any further, I have a feeling this wine is going to end up on my feet!”
“Idiot! Stop! I get it! I’ll do it! I’ll lick it! I just have to lick it, right?!”