"I have indeed waited for a long time."
Akira Fujimiya turned his head, his expression shifting instantly when he saw Yukinoshita Haruno standing by the doorway in a perfectly fitted maid outfit.
The usually playful aura she carried was replaced with a delicate mixture of nervousness and charm, and Akira's tone became serious as he faced her.
"Master, I was wrong," Haruno said immediately. She stepped forward, lowering herself slightly in a graceful bow, slipping seamlessly into the role she had chosen to play.
"You can ask me to do anything you want, but please don't fire me."
Her voice trembled just enough to fit the act.
Her lashes lowered, her posture shrinking as though genuinely afraid.
Akira watched her carefully—too carefully.
"Not coming at time will require punishment," Akira said. He stood up slowly and walked toward her, each step deliberate.
Haruno straightened herself at once, but her cheeks burned red.
Even though they were acting, this clearly affected her.
Akira leaned in and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
The next second, he paused slightly, as if noticing something unexpected—something Haruno was hiding beneath her composed facade.
"So," he murmured, his voice low, "you're this kind of maid. How cunning."
"Master… I… I like you." Her voice broke halfway through the sentence.
Haruno lifted her face, wrapped her arms around Akira's neck, and pressed her lips onto his without hesitation.
Akira responded just as directly.
Their steps gradually shifted, and they slowly reach the bed.
The door closed behind them.
With Haruno pressing tightly against him, both their heart pounding with excitement, as he carried her towards the bed.
He gently placed Haruno onto her back, allowing her to lie comfortably on the bed. While, he quickly remove his dress, getting undressed before he moved over her, his body pressing against hers, feeling the softness of her curves beneath him.
Her eyes met his, filled with desire and anticipation. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with fervent intensity.
As the kissed continue, his hand working on removing the hindrance as he tore off the maid dress, revealing the sexy lingerie, that Haruno was wearing, Haruno felt a little pain from having the dress torn off but it lessened due to the kiss.
Akira stare at her before his hand began to freely roam over her plump, inviting body. As he groped her breasts, feeling their full weight in his palms, his thumbs circling her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her lingerie.
"Mhmm~", Haruno arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands, a soft moan escaping her lips.
His body pressed firmly against hers, his hard cock throbbing with need as it pressed against her heat.
The heat radiating from her core was intoxicating, and he could feel her grinding slightly against him, her body responding to the promise of pleasure.
Haruno moaned softly, her voice breathy and filled with desire. "Hmmm, Master~," she murmured, still continuing their roleplay, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave herself over to the sensation.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jawline, her neck, and her collarbone, leaving a path of soft, heated kisses in his wake.
Haruno's breath hitched as he moved lower, his hands still exploring her body, tracing the curves of her waist, her hips, and her thighs.
"You naughty maid," He whispered, his voice husky with lust. "You really want this don't you?"
She nodded, her eyes opening to meet his, filled with raw need. "Yes, Master," she breathed. "This naughty maid want you so badly. I can feel your hard cock pressing against me, and it's driving me wild."
She moans, as she got immersed in the roleplay.
Then—
"Hnngh!"
Haruno's breath hitched as she felt his member pressing against her. Her eyes, filled with raw desire, met his, and she began to speak in a voice laced with desire and urgency.
"Master, please I need you," she moaned, her hips grinding against him with increasing intensity. "I want to feel your hard cock deep inside me. Please have mercy on this poor maid, please punished this maid with you hard rod."
Her words sent a surge of pure, unadulterated lust through him. His cock throbbed with anticipation, the raw, unfiltered expression of her desires.
His eyes were drawn to her heaving chest, her full breasts still covered by the black lingerie. The sight of her body barely concealed by the provocative material was too enticing.
He reached down and gently pulled her breasts out from the top of her lingerie, exposing her hard, pink nipples to his heated gaze.
The sight of them made his mouth water, and he could feel his cock twitching.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and softness, and squeezed them firmly, eliciting a deep moan from Haruno.
"Aaah, aaah," she cried out, her back arching, pushing her breasts even further into his hands. He could see the pleasure on her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted.
He began to massage her breasts, his fingers kneading her soft flesh. He pinched her nipples softly, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, feeling them harden even more under his touch.
Haruno's body shivered in response, her breath hitching as she felt the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Your tits are incredible," Akira murmured, his voice low and husky. "I love how your body reacts to my touch."
She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. "Master~," she breathed. "That feels so good. Please, Don't stop."
He had no intention of stopping. As he continued to grope and massage her breasts, alternating between soft, gentle touches and firmer, more insistent squeezes.
He leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "And what about this? Do you like this too? You slutty maid"
Akira's fingers continued their teasing assault on Haruno's nipples, flicking them with precise, rapid motions that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Her body writhed beneath him on the soft expanse of the bed, the sheets already rumpling under their combined weight.
The room, dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, cast warm shadows over her exposed skin, highlighting the flush creeping down her neck to her chest.
Haruno's was fully immersed in her roleplay, her usual confident demeanor softened into this vulnerable, pleading submission that only heightened the thrill for both of them.
"...Master! please...more..." she whispered, her voice a breathy plea, eyes locked on his with that mix of feigned innocence and real hunger. Her hands clutched at the sheets, knuckles whitening as she arched higher, offering her breasts like a tribute.
Akira's gaze darkened, his cock twitching against the thin barrier of her lingerie where it pressed insistently at her entrance.
He took one nipple between his teeth, grazing the hardened peak with a light bite that made her gasp sharply.
"Angh!"
The sound escaped her lips, a soft moan that vibrated through her chest. He sucked hard then, tongue lashing the bud in wet circles, drawing it deep into his mouth while his hand mirrored the action on the other side, pinching and twisting just enough to border on pain.
Haruno's hips bucked involuntarily, grinding her soaked pussy against his throbbing length.
The lingerie was damp now, the fabric clinging to her folds, outlining the swollen lips that ached for more direct contact.
'Ahhh! I love being your maid, your plaything—punish me, own me.' She thought as she release a moan, "Mmmph! ohhhh!" Her body trembling as waves of sensation built from her chest downward.
Satisfied with her reactions, Akira trailed his mouth lower, kissing a hot path down the valley between her breasts, over her soft stomach, until he reached the edge of the black lace lingerie.
His hands hooked into the straps, yanking them down her hips with a deliberate rip that echoed the earlier tear of her dress.
The garment peeled away, exposing her completely—her pussy bare and glistening, lips puffy and parted, clit peeking out erect and begging. A thin trail of arousal connected the fabric to her slit as he tossed the lingerie aside.
"...Look at you, soaked already for your master," Akira growled, his voice rough with lust.
He spread her thighs wide, knees pressing into the mattress on either side, positioning himself to devour her. Haruno's breath hitched, her legs quivering as cool air kissed her heated core.
"...Yes, Master! I've been bad! Punish this lowly maid's pussy!" she replied, her tone dripping with desperation, fully committed to the play, though her eyes burned with genuine need.
She reached down, fingers threading into his hair, guiding him closer.
Akira didn't hesitate.
His tongue flicked out, tracing her outer lips in long, slow licks that gathered her juices, savoring the tangy sweetness.
SLURP!
The wet sound filled the room as he delved deeper, parting her folds with the flat of his tongue, lapping from entrance to clit in broad strokes.
"Aaaahhh!" Haruno's moan was immediate, her hips lifting off the bed to chase his mouth.
He pinned her down with one hand on her hip, the other spreading her wider, exposing every inch.
Slurp! Lick! Lick! Suck!
His tongue circled her clit teasingly, then sucked it between his lips, humming vibrations against the sensitive nub.
"Mmmgh" Haruno cried out, "Oh god, Master!", her free hand fisting the pillow above her head.
He alternated—sucking hard, then flicking rapidly, before plunging his tongue inside her channel, fucking her with it in shallow thrusts that mimicked what his cock craved.
Her walls clenched around the intrusion, more arousal flooding out, coating his chin.
'This tongue.... I need him inside me, filling me—please, Akira, don't make your maid wait.' She ground against his face, thighs clamping his head, moans escalating "Unnngh! Yes! lick me deeper!"
Akira pulled back briefly, lips shiny with her essence, and inserted two fingers into her slick heat.
Schlick~!
They slid in easily, curling upward to stroke her g-spot with firm, come-hither motions.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
His fingers making obscene sound as he pumped them, thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. Haruno's body tensed, back bowing, a keening wail escaping, "Aaaahh! I'm... close!"
"...Not yet, slutty maid," he commanded, withdrawing his fingers abruptly, leaving her clenching on nothing.
She whimpered in frustration, "Noooo... please—!"
Kiss!
But he silenced her with a kiss, shoving his tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself—salty, musky, intoxicating.
Breaking the kiss, Akira shifted upward, his hard cock—thick, veined, head leaking pre-cum—now aligned with her entrance.
He rubbed the tip along her slit, coating himself in her wetness, nudging her clit with each pass. Haruno's eyes rolled back, "Mmmph! fuck me!", Her hips canting to take him in.
"...Beg for it properly," he demanded, voice low and authoritative, holding her gaze.
"...Please, Master Akira! Punish this naughty maid with your hard cock! Fuck me hard, make me scream! I need it!" Her words tumbled out in a rush, laced with that teasing lilt even in submission, her love for him shining through the act.
Thrust!
With a grunt, Akira thrust forward, the head breaching her in one smooth push. Her pussy stretched around him, tight and hot, walls fluttering as he sank deeper inch by inch.
"Ohhhhh! So big! It's filling me! Ahhh!"
Haruno moaned loudly, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him fully in, balls resting against her ass, the sensation of her clenching depths milking him already overwhelming.
He paused, letting her adjust, then began to move—slow at first, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in thud. The bed creaked under them, her breasts bouncing with each impact.
Haruno's nails raked his back, "Yes! Harder! Punish me!", her voice breaking into gasps.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Akira obliged, setting a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward with force, cock pistoning in and out, head battering her cervix on deep strokes. Juices squelched with every thrust, her arousal dripping down to soak the sheets.
He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, the other squeezing her breast roughly, thumb flicking the nipple in time with his hips.
She met his thrusts, pussy gripping him like a vice, moans turning to screams, "Aaaahh! Fuck! Deeper! Master!"
He released her wrists to flip her over, pulling out briefly pop, then yanking her hips up onto all fours.
Haruno complied eagerly, ass presented, pussy gaping and leaking.
Smack!
Akira slapped her cheek lightly, watching it jiggle, then plunged back in from behind slam.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The new angle hit deeper, his balls slapping her clit with each thrust.
"...Take it all, you dirty maid," he groaned, hands gripping her waist, pulling her back onto his cock with each forward thrust.
Haruno pushed back, meeting him halfway, her hair swinging wildly. "Unngh! Yes! Breed your maid!" She cried, the roleplay fueling her ecstasy.
Sweat slicked their bodies, the room filled with the symphony of flesh meeting flesh, wet sounds, and her escalating cries.
Akira reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing furiously as he pounded harder, faster.
Haruno's walls spasmed, orgasm crashing over her "AAAAHH! CUMMING!", gushing around him, soaking his thighs.
The tightness pushed him over, his thrusts erratic thud thud, balls drawing up. "...Gonna fill you... take my cum, Haruno..." He rasped, burying deep as ropes of hot seed erupted, flooding her womb.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
She milked him dry, body shuddering, 'ohhh... so much... warm....'
They collapsed together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her. Haruno turned her head, smiling playfully through the haze. "...Did I please you, Master?"
Akira kissed her shoulder, dropping the role. "Always." They lingered, wrapped in each other, the afterglow sweet and intimate.
....
Morning sunlight poured through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the neatly arranged room.
Akira woke early, stretching slightly before getting dressed in the school uniform that Nagano Setsuna had freshly washed and pressed the night before.
Setsuna herself wore a neat professional suit today, her hair tied up in a tidy ponytail.
"Master Fujimiya, Mr. Yukinoshita asked me to take you to the school," she said, standing by the dining table.
"Thank you for your help." Akira finished the breakfast Setsuna prepared—simple but meticulously crafted—and packed the bento she had arranged for him.
Setsuna moved ahead to start the car, parking it right in front of the villa's entrance.
Akira stepped outside and slid into the passenger seat without delay.
Setsuna adjusted her seatbelt and started the engine. The car hummed quietly as they left the estate.
Along the route, they passed the checkpoint.
The guards recognized Setsuna immediately and saluted her. She nodded slightly, and they allowed her through without a single question.
Setsuna drove with care—not too fast, not too slow. Her movements were smooth and practiced, giving the ride a sense of stability.
Akira turned his head slightly and observed her.
When Setsuna felt his gaze, her face flushed bright red, and she stiffened slightly behind the wheel.
At the next intersection, she finally spoke.
"Master Fujimiya, is… is something wrong?"
"It's nothing," Akira replied calmly. "I'm simply interested in maids. And I think you are a qualified one."
".!!!"
Setsuna's breath hitched.
She stared at the steering wheel for a moment, too stunned to respond.
"You can go now," Akira reminded when the light turned green.
"O-oh—yes!"
She stepped on the accelerator quickly, almost too quickly.
Akira shifted his attention toward the road ahead.
"By the way," he said, "I need to apologize to you for something. I heard that maid outfit was yours. Sorry—I accidentally tore it open."
Setsuna nearly choked on air. "No… it's okay. I… I have several sets left," she whispered softly.
Haruno had borrowed Setsuna's maid outfit. Then Akira said he torn it apart.
Setsuna's face went entirely red as she imagined what must have happened.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Her heart pounded wildly, and she held the steering wheel a little too tightly.
Akira remained silent, gazing out the car window.
'We're going to be late at this speed,' he thought. 'But it doesn't matter. I'm top of my class. They'll probably think I stayed up studying.'
With that, he relaxed into his seat.
...
The car stopped at the gates of Sobu.
As expected, Akira was late.
"I'm sorry, Master Fujimiya," Setsuna said anxiously. "I should have woken you up earlier."
"It's okay," Akira replied. "I woke up late. But… you did fail in your duty as a maid, so…"
He placed his hand gently on Setsuna's thigh.
Her entire body froze.
Her face turned scarlet, but she didn't pull away.
Akira left his hand there for over ten seconds, watching her expression shift from flustered to overwhelmed.
Only then did he retract his hand.
Setsuna lowered her head, unable to meet his eyes.
Akira stepped out of the car with his bag and guitar bag.
Only when his back was facing her did Setsuna lift her head, staring after him with mixed emotions—anticipation, embarrassment, and something close to longing.
Her wish was simple.
Last night, Miss Yukinoshita had told her she didn't mind what happened between a maid and a young master, as long as nothing interfered with what she wanted to control.
As long as she maintained that boundary, Setsuna could remain by Akira's side.
Setsuna Nagano never intended to interfere with Fujimiya Akira and Yukinoshita Yukino's future marriage.
She only wanted a place where she belonged.
She loved maid work.
She loved serving.
And her favorite stories were always those where a maid was doted on—or bullied—by her young master.
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Even if the two couldn't be together, the maid would stay beside him for life.
"Master Fujimiya…" Her face burned red as she muttered to herself.
...
Akira greeted the security guard and entered the school.
He changed into indoor shoes, then headed to the Student Council Office first to store his guitar bag before walking to his classroom.
The teacher blinked in surprise when Akira entered.
Akira bowed slightly. "Sorry, I'm late."
"It's okay, Fujimiya-kun. Go take your seat," the teacher said kindly.
"Thank you." Akira walked calmly to his desk.
The teacher resumed teaching.
Akira quietly pulled out a light novel and started reading.
.....
After class, his phone vibrated.
Two messages—One from Yui and another from Yumiko.
Yuigahama Yui: "Akira-kun, are you okay? You were late."
Miura Yumiko: "What happened?"
Akira typed a single reply:
"I was so tired last night."
Miura Yumiko blushed crimson behind her screen and didn't respond.
Yuigahama Yui sent back an angry emoji. 😡😡
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Lunch Break.
Akira walked to the Student Council Office.
Isshiki Iroha arrived soon after.
Meguri Shiromeguri, the former student council president—now working as an assistant—was also there and smiled warmly when she saw Akira.
This time, Akira didn't take her seat like usual.
He simply pulled over another chair and sat at the desk, opening the luxurious bento Setsuna had prepared.
"Senpai, your lunch looks really fancy today," Iroha said, eyes sparkling, as she stare at the food.
"It was prepared by a professional maid. Let's eat together. I can't finish it alone," Akira said casually.
"Then I won't hold back," Iroha grinned and took a piece of sushi.
"I… I want some too…" Meguri said softly and reached out with her chopsticks under Akira's encouraging nod.
Seeing this, Iroha blinked in confusion.
Why was Meguri-senpai acting different today?
Before, she would politely refuse.
Today, she seemed almost… eager.
"Senpai, you look more beautiful today," Iroha said suddenly.
Meguri blushed. "I just did my hair and wore some light makeup."
And then she glanced shyly toward Akira.
Iroha stared at her. "Senpai… are you in love?"
"N-no! I just wanted to change myself before going to University," Meguri said quickly.
"Oh, I thought it was love. If you ever fall in love, you can ask me for advice. They call me the Love guru," Iroha said proudly.
"Love guru?" Meguri echoed, surprised and confused.
She didn't relate it to her online friends "Love Master", to Isshiki Iroha and could only think it was coincidence.
"Eat," Akira said simply. "Stop chatting."
Both girls focused on their food immediately.
The meal was delicious—Setsuna's cooking was always professional-level.
After lunch, Akira stood up.
He didn't linger.
.....
Tennis court—
He went to the tennis court.
Totsuka Saika saw him and greeted him with a bright, almost angelic smile.
The sight made Hikigaya Hachiman flush red. While, Hayama silently stare at him before averting his gaze.
Akira felt nothing special. After all, Saika was a boy—just unusually cute.
After Hikigaya and Hayama Hayato finished their practice session and left the court, Akira and Saika began their match.
Saika served first.
He swung with precision—but Akira returned the ball instantly, and much faster.
Throughout the game, Saika used all his stamina chasing the speeding tennis balls Akira sent back without fail.
"This guy got stronger again," Hikigaya muttered from the sidelines.
"Fujimiya-kun really is something extraordinary," Hayama sighed, with emotions.
By the time the match ended, Saika was exhausted.
Hikigaya hurried over to support him onto a chair and towel.
Akira simply adjusted his grip on the racket—completely unfazed.
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