2.5

“Open your eyes.” 

“…” 

“Want to waste time? What do you think I came in here for?” 

“To do, that, with me…” 

“Correct. Came personally for the maid eager to be taken.” 

“That’s not…” 

“Isn’t it?” 

“…” 

“You said you didn’t want the bed to get dirty, so I found a solution. Lay your clothes on the bed and wait with your hips in a position where I can enter.” 

In the only safe haven in the world, humiliating words pierced her heart. 

But the saddest part was that she found even his voice attractive. 

To forget that feeling, the maid hurriedly spread her clothes on the bed. 

At the bottom, she placed the green dress. Since it was the outfit she wore every day while working, it seemed best to keep it furthest from her body. 

Next, she placed her underwear. After a moment’s hesitation, she pushed the socks and corset aside. 

While she arranged this puzzle, the Young Master sat on the bed beside her, watching indifferently. 

“Like a female animal in heat decorating its den. At least they have fur.” 

The maid’s face flushed deeply. 

Suddenly, she felt embarrassed about her nakedness. 

Meanwhile, treating her like an animal, the Young Master showed no intention of even removing his gloves. 

Feeling even more humiliated, her fingertips turned red. With trembling hands, the maid finally placed the apron on top and looked at the Young Master. 

“It’s done, Young Master.” 

“Hmm. The apron is on top? It’s something you wear outside, isn’t it? Wouldn’t it be a problem if it gets wet?” 

“It gets dirty often enough that stains don’t stand out. It’s easy to wash…” 

“Put it on.” 

The Young Master shouldn’t be questioned. He shouldn’t be defied. If she did, threats would return. 

Knowing this, she had to ask this time. 

“Young Master? What do you mean…?” 

“I’ll explain just this once. Put on only the apron from there.”

What was this? To wear something that wasn’t even clothing on her bare body? 

Not just embarrassment but anger flushed the maid’s ears. She wanted to throw it away and shout ‘I quit’ for the first time. 

However, she hadn’t learned how to resist him. 

With trembling hands, she picked up the apron and draped it over herself. She slipped her arms through and tied the ribbon behind her. 

Since it was worn on her bare body, the straps were loose. Her n*pples were barely covered. The long fabric tickled the bare skin of her shins, making her feel more embarrassed than when she was standing n*ked. 

She had heard that sometimes young lovers played such games… But she never imagined she would experience this herself. 

To finish quickly, the maid lifted her head. 

“I’ve finished dressing…” 

At that moment, the Young Master was already right in front of her. 

His excited breath brushed past her ears for a moment. The Young Master’s rough hand grabbed the maid’s chest tightly. 

“Ah, Young Master!” 

“Does it take so long to put on just a piece of cloth?” 

“You told me to wear something that’s not even clothes—Ah!” 

The Young Master’s hand immediately slipped under the apron. A blatant squelching sound came from between her legs that she hadn’t closed completely. The Young Master chuckled lowly. 

“When did you start getting eager? Was it when you undressed, when you wore only the apron? Or… always?” 

“Ugh, ugh!” 

“You’re getting wet quicker than usual. Ha, if you liked this outfit, why didn’t you shake your hips sooner?” 

“Ah, Young Master, please, Young Master, on the bed…!” 

The maid’s uniform she had laid on the bed was scattered before she could properly lie down. The Young Master seemed to have no time to care as he roughly unbuckled his pants and pressed his lower body against hers. 

The silhouette of his manhood briefly showed under the apron. The maid’s slender legs flailed in the air until they were caught by his large hands. His manhood plunged roughly between her spread legs. 

“Ah!” 

“Grabbing you like you’ve been waiting, huh. I’ll make it quick…” 

“Aah!” 

His thrusts sped up from the moment he found his place. The maid tried to grit her teeth but failed. The manhood pressing against her inner walls relentlessly scratched her insides with pleasure. 

“Ugh, ugh, Young Master, too, too fast, ugh!” 

“Too fast? Aren’t you eager?” 

“Just a little, gently, ugh!” 

“The more I thrust, the more you like it, spouting nonsense. Isn’t that right?” 

The Young Master laughed as he moved his hips vigorously. The apron had already rolled up, fully revealing beneath her br*asts. It had no meaning as clothing from the start. But both of them were clearly more heated than usual. 

“You’re really tight… You must have liked being in this state in front of me, huh?” 

“No, it’s not, no, ugh… Ah!” 

“Not? Aha, if you liked being treated like a female animal preparing a nest during mating season, should I bring a whip, ha?” 

“Please! Young Master, I’m human… What is this apron even—Ouch!” 

The Young Master growled as he squeezed the br*asts that slipped out above the maid uniform. 

“Don’t ask. Especially when we’re in the middle of this.” 

“Ugh, ah, ah…!” 

As he rubbed her n*pples hard, the maid threw her head back and shrieked. Clearly, she was more excited than usual. 

Of course, the Young Master was the same. 

It was his first time doing it on a bed with her, and his first time on such a cheap bed. 

Every time he thrust his hips, both the maid and the bed screamed simultaneously, which was quite amusing. 

“This creaking sound is nice…” 

“Haa, ah, ah…” 

“Should I break it?” 

For the Young Master, it was a joke, but the maid couldn’t laugh. Seeing him thrust harder than usual made her think it might actually break. 

The maid desperately shook her head. 

Then the Young Master reached out and grabbed a handful of the maid’s hair. 

“Don’t shake your head. It covers your face.” 

“Young Master, I, I’m about to…!” 

“I know. You’re squeezing me desperately, like you want to get pregnant. How many times have we done this already?” 

“Ugh, ugh!” 

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to finish inside this time too.” 

His thrusts grew faster and faster. 

She wanted to scream no, but the climax rising to her chin clenched her mouth shut. 

“…!!”

A sensation as if her entire body were breaking into pieces. But it didn’t end. His manhood continued to thrust deeply. 

“Ah, ah…! Stop!” 

“Why? You like this, don’t you?” 

The maid wanted to shake her head. She didn’t want to face reality. Herself wearing only an apron and the Young Master looking down at her like his pet. But the Young Master’s hand held the maid’s chin firmly, not letting go. Until the end. 

The Young Master gritted his teeth and smiled. 

Inside her, his essence was scattered repeatedly. She had lost count. 

“…Young Master…” 

Her mind blurred with pleasure and fatigue, unable to respond to the Young Master’s voice. 

Everything appeared beyond a hazy mist. Sounds seemed even more distant. 

What was happening now felt like a dream. 

No, it must be a dream. 

If it wasn’t a dream, would the Young Master gently lay her on the bed and brush her hair back? 

He muttered softly in front of the unresponsive maid. 

“Do you wonder why I made you wear the apron?” 

“…” 

“…Without it, I might forget you’re a maid, and that would be troubling.” 

Beyond the incomprehensible words, the Young Master’s face slowly faded away.]

Delphinel pondered. 

‘What is this guy really doing?’ 

When he made the other person wear just an apron, he seemed like an ordinary pervert, but what followed was even more absurd. 

‘He said it would be troublesome if he forgot she was a maid?’ 

Even now, terrible employers in the world tease maids for fun and don’t take responsibility. It happens because they hold power. In other words, they do it because they know the other person is “just a maid.” 

But the meaning of forgetting that… 

‘Could it be that this protagonist is leaning towards the maid? There’s no evidence for that.’ 

The two were always in a master and maid relationship, never having dated or even conversed properly. 

The only time they spent together was during intimacy. 

Could someone give their heart to another person just from that? 

‘It’s possible because it’s a novel, right? My parents had many children but never truly loved each other.’ 

Even erotic novels seem to have a bit of romance. 

Hoping the Young Master would repent, Delphinel tidied the bed for the time she would spend alone with Red. 

‘Today, I learned a lot from the erotic book! If you have intimacy, the sheets get wet. The bed shakes. And making someone wear clothes halfway, well, it might seem a bit perverted, but it can make the body react more.’ 

She laid an extra sheet on the bed. Checked if the bed was sturdy. 

…And, the last step that might not be necessary. 

Delphinel hesitated for a moment. 

Shortly after, she heard Red, who had finished showering, leaving the bathroom beyond the hallway. Delphinel ran to her husband. 

“Red!” 

“Oh, Ma— Professor.” 

“If you keep getting confused, call me Madame. It’s more annoying to be called Professor.” 

“Understood! But Madame, are you going somewhere? Your outfit is…” 

Red’s bewildered gaze scanned Delphinel.