Vol 3 Chapter 48 – In Outfits Like These, and All Three of Us…♡【Vol 3: Torte the Dog-Eared Girl Ar】

Late into the night, in the bedroom.

Two beautiful girls sat facing me on the bed.

One was the bright, smiling dog-eared maid with her chestnut hair swaying at her chin—Torte.

The other was the cat-eared girl with violet hair falling to her shoulders—Eclair.

But it was their outfits that deserved attention.

“Wh-Why do I have to wear something like this—?!”

“Ehehe, you look amazing, El-sis. We match~!♪”

Yes. What Eclair was wearing was a maid uniform—identical in design to Torte’s.

A frilly headpiece. A white apron.

The contrast with her usual sharp, active look was staggering. Buried in unaccustomed ruffles, Eclair’s face had gone the color of a ripe apple.

“When did you even buy this?”

“While I was at the market today!♪ I found one that looked perfect for El-sis, and I thought it would be so nice if we could wear them together, so I just got it~♪”

“H-How is this ‘perfect’ for me?! It’s way too short!”

Eclair’s panic was entirely understandable.

Her skirt was dramatically shorter than Torte’s—short enough that the very top of her thighs was on full display. Sitting the way she was, one small shift of her legs would be all it took to reveal what the thin fabric was barely covering.

“Hey—! Don’t look, you degenerate!”

“S-Sorry—!”

She caught my gaze and frantically yanked at the hem, pulling it down as far as it would go.

The sight of her flushed and flustered, desperately trying to preserve what little was left to the imagination…

There was something about it that made it impossible to look away.

“Okay El-sis, let’s repay Master together!♪”

“Wh—why does it have to come to that?! In outfits like these, and all three of us together… that’s way too indecent—!”

“But~… El-sis said she’d hear anything just now…”

“Ugh… ngh…”

Torte wilted with a carefully deployed pout, and Eclair ground her teeth—and then caved completely.

“Fine! I’ll do it! Happy?! If it’s what family’s asking for!”

I’m fairly certain normal families don’t ask for this…

“Ehehe, I love you, sis! But you can’t say it like that! Repaying someone means putting your heart into it—gentle, tender, respectful!”

“Ngh… urgh…!”

Eclair trembled in place for a moment, took a deliberate breath—and turned to face me.

“I… I understand… P-Please allow me to… to repay you… M-M-Master…!”

“Y-Yeah…”

That rigid, forced smile was somehow adorable and vaguely terrifying at the same time.

“P-Pardon the intrusion…!”

Her trembling fingers found the hem of my shirt.

She pushed the fabric aside, baring my chest—then, with a face that looked like it might boil over, brought her face carefully close and tentatively extended her tongue.

“lick…♡”

“Ah—!”

“D-Does that… feel good…? …Master…?”

This was nothing like her usual sharpness, and nothing like the heat-driven boldness she showed during treatment. This was something else entirely—reluctant, tender, almost meek. Like someone doing their best despite every instinct telling them to run.

My self-control was hanging by a thread.

“Master~♡ Torte wants to repay you too~♡”

Torte’s flushed face drifted close, and she settled herself gently at my side.

“…Mmh.♡”

Soft lips met mine with a sweet, warm breath.

Light at first—delicate little touches. Gradually deeper, hotter.

The sensation of her small tongue finding mine sent a pleasant shock straight through my brain.

“Mm… kiss…♡ haah… mwah…♡”

(Oh… wow…)

She pulled back slowly, a fine silver thread between us.

Those drowsy, heavy-lidded eyes looked up at me and I forgot to breathe.

“Ehehe~♡ That was Torte’s very first kiss♡”

“O-Oh… right, it was…”

…Was it, though? Because for a first kiss, that was remarkably accomplished.

Maybe she really was a natural genius—in more ways than one.

Meanwhile, Eclair’s tongue had been trailing slowly downward from my chest.

“Mmh…♡ lick… haah…♡”

She traced the curve of my navel with tender devotion.

Like a cat nuzzling up to its owner.

“Haah♡ Theo’s… Master’s smell…♡ I love it…♡”

The heat was already building in her eyes—that soft, unfocused warmth that came with the early pull of her curse.

“Mmh♡ Haaah… fuhn…♡”

“Ngh…!”

When she leaned forward into the motion, the full view of her unguarded back came into frame—and above the frilly hem of that impossibly short maid skirt, the shape of her was impossible to ignore.

She was clearly getting caught up in it herself. Each restless press of her thighs together made the perfectly fitted skirt sway, and from beneath the ruffled hem, a glimpse of snow-white fabric kept flickering in and out of view.

(That’s… that’s way too much…)

The heat building in my own body had well and truly taken over.