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Chapter 88: Maid Outfits Suit Different People (2)
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Chapter 88: Maid Outfits Suit Different People (2)
Yurina's hand touched my shoulder.
I could feel her hand trembling slightly as if she were nervous, gripping my shoulder.
Her hand, which seemed soft on the outside, felt distinctly calloused when it touched me directly.
How desperately must she have swung her sword to develop such calluses?
As thoughts like these swirled in my mind, trying to deny the reality before me,
"A-Ahem, how is it... m-my lord?"
A cautious voice tickled my ear.
"Oh? Uh, it feels nice."
Unable to turn around, I nodded stupidly.
If Rosanna were to see me like this, she'd wonder, "Is this really the same guy?"
'But what can I do?'
A comrade I had thought to be a man for hundreds, even thousands of years (he was physically a man at that time) turns out to have been a woman all along.
And now, here she is, dressed in a maid outfit, massaging my shoulders and shyly calling me "my lord."
'What kind of absurd situation is this?'
My head was a mess, so tangled that I couldn't even tell where things had gone wrong.
"Alright, that’s enough. Go and change back now."
"Huh? Already?"
Yurina, who was gently massaging my shoulders, pouted her lips as if disappointed.
"...But you made your mom wear it all night."
"That was just to tease that woman."
"For something like that, Dale seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot, though?"
"..."
Well, honestly speaking, if we're talking about whether I enjoyed it or not, yes, I did.
Ahem.
Suddenly, the image of Berald giving me a thumbs-up and saying, "Welcome to the microcosm, my brother!" flashed in my head.
'Get out of my head, you demon!'
As I fought an intense mental battle with the intrusive thoughts of Berald,
"See? Dale says one thing, but his body is honest."
"Where did you pick up that sleazy golden-haired delinquent line...?"
"Heh."
Yurina, who had been massaging my shoulders, wrapped her arms around my neck from behind.
Unlike Iris, who had an overwhelming softness, Yurina's embrace felt taut and springy, like a rubber ball.
"My lord... are you really going to stop here?"
Her seductive whisper echoed sweetly in my ear.
Just as I was about to shake my head at the rising desire instinctively—
Beep!
"[Candidate Iris, access confirmed.]"
A quiet mechanical voice came from outside the door.
"...!"
"...!"
Yurina immediately pulled away from me, her eyes wide with panic.
Her gaze was filled with confusion about why Iris had access privileges, but there was no time to explain.
"Yuri— no, Yuren! Quickly, to the changing room!"
"O-okay!"
Yurina, her silver hair fluttering, dashed into the changing room at lightning speed.
Bang!
The door to the changing room slammed shut just as—
"Mr. Dale~ Are you still training? I brought lunch, so take a break and eat."
Iris opened the door to the training hall and stepped in.
"Oh, you're here?"
I awkwardly waved at her with a forced smile.
"Yes. By the way... where's Yuren?"
Iris looked around,
Just the two of us?
“Fufufu.”
Professor Elisha chuckled, pulling out a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it.
“I told you, didn’t I? I might have come to ask you on a date.”
Click.
The spark from her lighter illuminated the tip of her cigarette as it started to glow red.
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