Chapter 58 : Maid Outfit

It wasn’t an affair.

I should be happy about this, really.

“Sigh…”

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve sighed today.

Steeling my resolve, I reached out.

The phone screen glowed blue.

“Ugh…”

Yena blinked and glanced around.

Since she’d made it to the backyard sober, she should be fine.

Okay, the hypnosis has worn off.

She rubbed her head, still looking dazed.

Could there be side effects to hypnosis?

I quickly pocketed my phone and grabbed her hand.

“…Uh, you okay?”

Her hand was warm, just like always.

Not that holding hands was enough to judge, of course.

“Yeah, just a little dizzy.”

Yena shook her head slightly, then smiled like it was nothing.

‘…She seems fine.’

I let go of her hand, which she’d been clutching tightly.

As my hand slipped free, it brushed against my chest before falling.

“Oof…”

“Oops, my bad.”

The deliberate touch was obvious.

I shot her a glare and nudged her shoulder.

She shrugged playfully and took my hand again.

“Finally, the last day, huh?”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Honestly, I was looking forward to it too.

‘…Except for the maid outfit.’

Yena tugged my hand, pulling me along.

Guess we’re heading back to class.

Well, I didn’t have anything else to do, so I didn’t mind.

I’d been worried the hypnosis went wrong… but it seems fine. Yeah.

I followed her, hand in hand, step by step.

And this time, it was my turn to feel dizzy.

‘Maid outfit…’

Of course, I knew exactly what that meant.

I’m a manga and novel otaku—how could I not?

A medieval European servant’s outfit.

Historically accurate versions would be complicated, but…

Nowadays, it’s mostly just for “adult play.”

‘Adult stuff… Ughhh…’

That’s probably the main point, huh?

My imagination kept running wild.

Like, cleaning a messy room—

‘Hah, I-I’m cleaning right now…!’

And the title would probably be “Master”…

‘Master… I-I’m so excited…’

Or… serving at night—

‘Please use me however you want…’

My face burned so hot I could feel it without seeing it.

I fanned myself with my free hand.

“Hmm, hmm~”

Yena hummed as she walked,

giddy like a kid who just got a present.

Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice my dirty thoughts.

In my imagination, Yena kept teasing me.

Her gaze alone made my shoulders tense—her expression dripping with lust.

‘I shouldn’t have promised her a wish…’

But back then, I had no choice.

There had been more than a few close calls with assault.

I sighed deeply in my heart and kept walking.

Today, I gained a new ability.

The power to “see people’s desires”…!

“Good work, everyone, on the exams.”

“Ughhh…”

There’s just one problem—it only works on one person.

A scorching heat pierced the side of my face.

“Oh, and about the dorm—you all know, right? Well… you probably get the gist, so I’ll just mention the important parts.”

I half-listened to the teacher’s announcement.

It was all stuff I’d already seen in the notice anyway.

Except for one thing.

“Let’s see… Oh, and the top 10 scorers get special rooms.”

“Teach! That’s discrimination! How is this okay in this day and age?!”

“Boo! Discrimination! Discrimination!”

Not like I could join in.

Obviously.

I hadn’t even been studying that long.

But Yena, though…

‘She’s definitely making top ten.’

My girlfriend’s eyes still burned with desire.

What if special rooms meant rooming together?

Or guaranteed single rooms?

That kind of development was totally possible.

‘Ah, but would she just commute since she likes her place?’

If I were a unicorn, my horn would’ve hardened by now.

At least I could stop her from rooming with another girl.

She’d probably stay where she’s living now.

“That’s just how cold the world is, kids. Ugh, whatever! Class dismissed! Go home!”

The teacher waved us off impatiently.

As soon as she left, the classroom grew noisier.

“Hayul.”

Yena’s voice cut through the chatter like a knife.

They say you can always hear your name in a crowd—this was exactly that.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to her.

“…”

She didn’t say anything.

Just stared intently at every part of me.

Her sticky gaze clung relentlessly.

No more excuses left.

Exams were over—no more reasons to dodge.

Now, I had to face Yena’s sharp blade with no defenses.

The thought made me feel… naked.

A sliver of anticipation rose amidst the fear.

I tried to ignore it and looked away.

The muscles in my neck trembled faintly.

“…Why are you avoiding me? Scared?”

She had no idea.

That I already knew all her plans.

Was she teasing me on purpose?

I imagined myself in a maid outfit.

I’d probably look good in it.

I’m… pretty cute, after all.

As I looked away, Yena slowly closed the distance.

“Hey…”

“Y-Yeah! Let’s go! Okay?”

I cut her off and shot up from my seat.

Most of the class had already left.

I’d be better off following them home right away.

“…”

A red tongue peeked between pink lips.

It slid slowly from left to right, wetting her lower lip before disappearing.

I stared, mesmerized.

“We can take our time.”

“…”

“Exams are over.”

Exams were over.

Meaning it was time to hand her the leash.

My breathing grew ragged.

‘After midterms… I’ll do anything. One wish…? Okay, fine.’

I hated past me for saying that.

A wish? Anything? Was I insane?

“Huu…”

I nodded slowly.

A promise is a promise.

“…But I have one condition. It’s not hard.”

“Heh, name it.”

And so, I added one condition—to hide my shame.

“…”

I hesitated for a moment before picking up the garment.

‘This is… surprisingly authentic?’

The crisp contrast of black and white.

The smooth fabric brushed against my fingertips.

Holding both ends, I slowly spread it out—it was well-made.

“…Ahem. Keep your mouth shut.”

I cut Yena off before she could say anything.

That was the “one condition” I’d set earlier:

No talking while I changed.

Though her burning gaze on my chest made it hard to ignore…

Whatever.

Just put it on.

That’s all I had to do.

It’s just one little event for my girlfriend.

No big deal.

Just… just… sigh.

Thud.

I set the outfit down briefly and started undressing.

Unbuttoning my shirt, sliding off my skirt, peeling off my socks.

The only things left were my bra and panties.

No point dragging it out—just take them off.

I pulled my panties down in one go.

Yena’s eyes widened, flickering between shock and blatant staring.

‘…Consistent, as always.’

The embarrassment was momentary.

Nothing I could do about it.

Reaching behind my back, I unhooked my bra.

Click.

My chest was fully exposed now.

Covering myself with my arms, I muttered:

“Could you… close your eyes…?”

“…”

The answer, of course, was no.

Yena shook her head firmly.

At least she was keeping her promise not to speak.

Drip.

A trickle of slickness ran down my thigh.

I quickly clamped my legs together to hide it.

Judging by her lack of reaction, she probably didn’t notice.

I hurriedly pulled the dress over my head.

With each button fastened, the pressure on my chest tightened.

A nervous tremor ran through me as I secured the last one.

Yena watched with a faint smile, though she didn’t look entirely composed either.

Her hands were clasped together, one pinching the other’s knuckles.

Probably trying really hard not to pounce.

Still, the fact that she was restraining herself was new.

“Hah…”

I looped the white apron strings over my shoulders—now it felt like a maid outfit.

A bit poofy around the chest, though.

The waist looked wider than it was because of my bust.

‘There’s an extra waist tie.’

Pulling it tight, I felt the fabric cinch around my stomach.

Glancing at Yena for confirmation, she nodded.

I tied it behind me—out of sight, out of mind.

The skirt fell neatly, the fabric tapering at the waist.

Now my chest looked even more… pronounced.

Swish, swish.

The soft fabric brushed against my thighs.

I shifted awkwardly, then froze when something tangled around my foot.

‘…Stockings?’

Right.

A maid outfit wouldn’t be complete without them.

But stockings?

I’m not some fantasy girl, come on.

“Sigh.”

Yena splayed her fingers wide.

Then, one by one, she folded them down.

A silent countdown.

Damn it, this isn’t fair…

What would happen when all her fingers closed?

Once again, I had no choice but to surrender.

“Fine… I get it… Ugh…”

I grabbed the stockings and sat down.

Just put them on like socks, right?

Bending my leg, I started sliding one over my foot.

Yena licked her lips.

Why’s she doing that now?

I kept a straight face and kept going.

Hugging my knee, I rolled the stocking up my thigh.

My legs naturally parted—and her gaze locked onto the gap between them.

By the time I noticed, it was too late.

“Hah—! You—! Ughhh…!”