My Childhood Friend Is Dangerously Sexy and Cute - 12

Chapter 12: How About a Maid?

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“Welcome home, Master.”

“……Eh?”

When I got home, Yuki was standing in the entryway wearing a maid uniform. What was going on? 

After school today, Yuki had told me to wait a while before coming home. I didn’t know the reason, but I figured once in a while was fine, so I wandered around town for a bit before returning. And the result…

Allow me to say it again. There stood Yuki, dressed in a maid uniform. The outfit had a long skirt that gave it a traditional feel, but it was also adorned with frills, making it quite lovely. It was the type of maid uniform you often see in manga and anime. I thought it suited Yuki’s refined (?) atmosphere perfectly.

“Welcome home, Master. Thank you for your hard work today.”

“O-Oh… I mean, no, that’s not it. Why the maid outfit?”

“I found it in my mother’s room.”

“Wait. I didn’t ask for the details of the Fujisaki family’s marital affairs!”

Wait, what? Are they into maid roleplay? What is that, how enviab—ahem, ahem.

“I thought I’d like to try some maid roleplay with you, Hiro-san.”

“A-And what exactly would this ‘maid roleplay’ entail…?”

“I wear the maid uniform and provide hospitality for you, Hiro-san.”

“Ah. S-So that’s how it is.”

Yuki replied with a nonchalant look. Yeah, I knew it. I-It was not like I was expecting anything else!

“If it is your wish, Hiro-san, I can of course provide lewd services as well, you know?”

“Stop! If you’re going to do it, just give me normal hospitality!”

I mean, right? Having my “first time” be with a maid or something just feels a bit… off? Besides, I’ve always admired the idea of being treated normally by a maid anyway.

I wasn’t thinking about anything lewd at all.

“Well then, shall we try starting over from the beginning?”

“From the beginning?”

“Yes. Please start from the part where you come home. After that, I will do my absolute best to serve you.”

“A-Alright.”

I stepped outside the house once. Then, after taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I opened the front door.

“I’m home—”

And there she was, Yuki in her maid uniform.

“Welcome home, Master. Thank you for your hard work today.”

Yuki gave a slow, deep bow. This feeling of being catered to… it might actually feel pretty great.

“Would you like dinner? A bath? Or perhaps… Me? Which will it be?”

Yuki spoke gracefully with a smile.

Still, isn’t that the line a wife is supposed to say?

Well, she was cute, so everything was okay. By the way, which choice was the correct answer here? If this were a dating sim, this would be where the options would appear. Though I felt like there was only one I could actually choose.

“D-Dinner, please.”

“Me, then. Understood. In that case, please wait for me on the bed, Master.”

“Wait a minute!? Maid-san, do you understand Japanese!?”

“The only dinner I have is me, though.”

“No way…”

“Today’s menu will be the maid’s ‘generous whipped cream style.'”

“It’s so sweet I feel like I might die…”

“Do you dislike it?”

“I’ll get heartburn!”

“Then it can’t be helped. Let’s have a normal dinner instead.”

So she did have dinner ready…

“I’ll take your bag for you.”

“Eh, it’s fine, you don’t have to go that far.”

“I am a maid today. Master should just sit back and relax.”

“O-Oh…”

I wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but I was overwhelmed and Yuki carried my bag for me. It really felt more like a newlywed couple than a maid…? Or rather, it felt like I was just becoming a bossy husband…? Well, it didn’t feel bad. In fact, it felt good. It was quite comfortable.

Then, Yuki moved to the kitchen and spoke.

“I was thinking of making omurice. Is that alright with you, Master?”

“The classic choice. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

It was a staple of maid cafes more than actual maids, though. For a Japanese person who had no actual contact with real maids, omurice was probably what came to mind when they think of one.

“Understood. Please wait a moment.”

“Roger.”

From the table, I watched Yuki as she proceeded with the cooking in the kitchen. I actually quite liked this time. It had been over a year since Yuki started cooking for me like this. Yuki waddling around the kitchen in her maid outfit felt very fresh and cute to me.

Before long, Yuki brought over the omurice.

“Thank you for waiting.”

“Ooh. Looks delicious.”

What Yuki made was the orthodox type of omurice where the egg was thoroughly cooked. I liked the runny kind too, but I felt like if a maid was serving it, this was the way to go. 

Yuki-san really gets it!

“And please have these as well.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s simple, but I also made a salad and wakame soup.”

The nutritional balance of her meals was so perfect?! What a well-trained maid.

“Also, please wait just a little longer. The main event starts now.”

Saying that, Yuki scurried off to another room. I wondered what she meant. I had assumed that all that was left was for her to write words with ketchup…

A few minutes later, Yuki returned….. In a swimsuit. No, to be precise, she was in a “swimsuit maid” (?) outfit.

“Yuki-san?”

“What is it, Master?”

“Th-That outfit?”

“It’s a maid uniform.”

Well, it certainly was a maid uniform. It was mysterious how as long as you had a white brim and an apron, you looked like a maid even in a swimsuit. In terms of image, it looked something like a pareo swimsuit.

By the way, the swimsuit was a black bikini. From the curve of her waist down to her pretty belly button, everything was visible. And her bursting breasts were dangerous. 

Does that even fit? That’s way too erotic… 

The white of the maid outfit made it stand out even more. To be blunt, it suited her so well I was captivated.

“It’s a maid uniform… but still…”

“I felt like Hiro-san looked a bit unsatisfied.”

“I don’t recall that.”

“No, I felt like you were disappointed that there wasn’t much skin showing.”

Well… that might not be entirely untrue. Of course, the refined long skirt was wonderful too. But maybe somewhere in my heart, I had been seeking a bit of stimulation.

“I’m glad my mother even had something like this.”

“I told you, stop exposing the Fujisaki family’s marital affairs!?”

I won’t know what kind of face to make the next time I see them. 

And if they found out I had their daughter wear that… I could see my own death.

“And so, from here on, I shall serve you in this outfit.”

She said “serve.” It wasn’t “hospitality” anymore.

“Now then, what would you like me to write on your omurice? Master?”

Yuki leaned in with enough force to press her body against mine. Too close, too close, too close! And there was way too much skin! How unwholesome! How scandalous!

“Eh, I-I mean… that is…”

“What’s wrong? Could it be that you’re in a lewd mood now? Shall we go to the bed?”

“No, the omurice will get cold, you know?”

A few minutes had already passed. I wouldn’t deny that I was on the verge of being in a lewd mood. 

I mean, it’s impossible not to be. Not if someone is dressed like this inside the house.

“You’re cute when you try to change the subject.”

No, you’re the one changing it, right?

“Ugh… Just write whatever you want…”

“So you’re leaving it to me? That will certainly test my maid skills.”

What was this makeshift, scandalous swimsuit maid even talking about?

“…Just anything is fine, okay?”

“Hmm, let’s see…”

Yuki began to ponder. Would it be a bit harsh to say her maid skills were lacking just because she had to think about it? Since she was worrying about it for my sake, I obviously didn’t feel bad. However, while Yuki was pondering, our time alone came to an end.

“Hey, hey~? Is Hiro-kun back~?”

“Ah. Sayu-chan, are you awake?”

“Yeah~”

Sayuki came out of my room while rubbing her eyes. She was dragging her stuffed animal, Pyonkichi-san, with one hand. Had she been sleeping?

“Sayu was here too?”

“Yes. Sayuki said she wanted to be a maid too.”

True to those words, Sayuki was also wearing a small maid uniform. It was the same type as the one Yuki had been wearing earlier. Yuki might have made it herself using hers as a model.

“Ah, Hiro-kun is here~ Welcome back~”

“I’m home~ Sayu~ That maid uniform really suits you.”

“Really? Is it cute? Is Sayu cute?”

“Yeah, you’re very, very cute.”

I picked up Sayuki as she waddled over and sat her on my lap. Then, I patted her head to my heart’s content. She really was cute. I felt like if Sayuki were around, all conflict would vanish from the world.

“Hiro-san, you didn’t say a single word about me being cute, even though…”

Yuki puffed out her cheeks. It wasn’t a conflict, but it seemed something else was summoned. 

I am saying it, you know? In my heart.

“Big sis is cute too~ And also~ she’s kind of lewd!”

“Is that so? I’m happy to hear that. Sayu-chan is cute too~ though I seem to be lacking in Hiro-san’s eyes.”

“Is that true? Hiro-kun.”

Please don’t look at me with such sad eyes. Taking Sayuki’s side is unfair. Are you determined to make me say it?

“Ah, no, I mean…”

“Since Hiro-san is a lolicon, Sayuki is better after all, isn’t she… Compared to someone like me with such slovenly breasts…”

“Hey, I’m not a lolicon!”

I am not a lolicon. It’s just that Sayuki is a literal angel.

“Then why won’t you say anything to me…?”

Yuki’s face twisted in sadness. That expression was cheating.

“Ah, fine, I get it! I get it already! Yuki in a maid uniform is cute, beautiful, and erotic! Are you satisfied now!?”

I said it… I said things I didn’t even need to say… Calling her erotic was basically sexual harassment.

“…Hehe. Is that so? Thank you very much. I feel relieved.”

“Is that so…”

“I’m sorry for forcing you to say it, Hiro-san. But you have to say it once in a while. Otherwise, even I will get anxious, you know?”

Yuki, her cheeks dyed peach-pink, gave me a light wink as she spoke. I thought she was the cutest Yuki I’d seen recently. So much so that I was almost captivated.

“Sayu is hungry~?”

“Right. Is omurice okay for you too, Sayu-chan?”

“Yeah! I love omurice~!”

“Then I’ll make something delicious, so please wait.”

“Okay!”

After Sayuki appeared, the time shifted from “Maid Yuki providing hospitality” to something more like a family gathering. My omurice ended up being engraved with a mysterious pattern created by Sayuki. Since it might be the second coming of Picasso, I saved dozens of photos of it. A child’s talent was infinite, after all.

In the end, I was a little curious about what Yuki would have written. But since I was happy like this, I suppose it was fine. Oh, Yuki and Sayuki did the “Moe Moe Kyun ♡” together for me. It made Yuki’s already delicious omurice taste 100 times better.

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