Still no precise diagnosis was reached about the pain.
But light shone. Father said he’d bring someone with relevant insight today.
A big help. With the Floné decisive battle approaching as a hard deadline, faster is better.
How foolish I was to put this off.
Wrong priorities.
He’ll arrive with Father this evening.
So, how do I kill time until then——
“Here, Ouga. Ahn.”
“Anything hurt? Your right shoulder must be stiff.”
“This fruit too. Sweet and tasty.”
—— Receiving service from everyone in maid outfits.
On the central sofa, Mashiro to my left and Reina to my right alternated feeding me fruit.
Karen circled behind me, kneading my shoulders.
Since I admitted the arm symptoms, the four’s caregiver-mode has only intensified.
Already Alice stuck close due to the disabled right arm; adding three more = paradise.
Right-arm pain, don’t fade~!
Hold on a month before healing!
Joking! Of course, joking!
I can’t say that irresponsibly, but ten percent meant it.
“Ouga-kun Spoiling Week. Enjoy it fully.”
“We thought you’d like it and prepared together. Kufufu…… plan a great success~”
Mashiro poked my flank.
Her maid uniform differs slightly from our regular maids’.
That slight difference is hugely targeted at men……
…… I’d vaguely felt it; the four know I like boobs.
That’s why Mashiro’s outfit has a daring chest opening.
A heart-shaped cutout centered on the cleavage.
The view: Mashiro’s ripe boobs.
Noticing my gaze fix, she grinned and squeezed for emphasis.
Whoa, huge…… forgive me for not saying it aloud.
“Ou. ga. kun. Where are you looking?”
”…… Reina. That fruit, please.”
“Yes, here. Ahn.”
She fed me a slice of appow — a sweet yellow fruit similar to apple — to deflect.
“Ah! He dodged!”
Protesting Mashiro clung to my left arm, squishing.
For coolness I wore short sleeves, so skin-to-skin contact.
Th-this woman…… doing it on purpose……!
Faint sweat and moist skin felt directly; pink-colored mental components overflowed.
T-Today the offense is fierce.
I’ve never faced this onslaught — only defending.
Tch…… curse my prior-life inexperience.
“Ouga-kun. With three of us, please don’t ignore me.”
“Ugumuh……!?”
She grabbed my cheek and turned my face toward her.
Smiling — but eyes not smiling.
The same look as before the Lamdarb fight…… meaning, angry.
“Speaking of which, I haven’t heard your impression of my maid outfit.”
So I had to look carefully and respond.
White-frilled headband — cute.
Unlike Mashiro, chest not opened, but a large ribbon adds fanciness — cute.
The skirt is…………eh?
”…… Hey, Reina.”
“Yes?”
”…… Isn’t that too short?”
Doubting my eyes. Reina’s skirt is short.
Not just above the knee — barely covering half her thighs. Ultra-mini.
And from beneath, a garter belt holding black stockings.
Wait. Garter alone is heady; plus black stockings……!?
Realizing my gaze locked as expected, she switched her crossed legs.
Skillfully kicked off her shoes, wiggled her toes.
The short skirt swayed, raising the hope-or-fear of seeing inside.
I was receiving wave attacks of absolute territory.
“Don’t worry. I’ve calculated perfectly so nothing shows. But……”
She leaned on me without touching my right arm.
Her breath tickled my ear.
“If you say you want to see, I can lift it, you know?”
She pinched the skirt hem.
“M-me too! If you want to see, Ouga, I can move it more……”
In rivalry, Mashiro tugged the heart cutout.
If pulled to one side, it’d definitely tumble out.
“Please decide…… ?”
“Which first?”
A two-flank dead-or-alive.
Wh-what do I do……!?
“Ouga-kun……!”
Boobs!?
“Ouga-kun?”
Butt!?
“Both — please stop running wild before the official fiancée…… !”
An elbow pressed into my shoulder.
In this situation, only one person can damage my shoulder.
We all looked up — Karen, dejected at being left out, hands on hips.
“I’ve wanted to say this clearly. Mashiro-san, Reina-san — haven’t you forgotten?”
Karen reached around me from behind to claim her treasure.
“Ouga’s fiancée is only one — Karen Lebetsenka, me. Don’t overdo it.”
“Gnnn……”
“Fufun.”
It’s fact, Mashiro can’t argue.
Karen’s rare triumphant smile is cute.
“Look, Ouga. See me too. The size was a little small, but…… does it suit me?”
Karen pinched her skirt hem and spun.
The long skirt and ponytail tracing a circle — elegant.
A classical orthodox maid uniform, but as she said, size doesn’t match — chest, hips…… everything tight, near-bursting.
Body lines stand out; her style is unmistakable.
…… This is poison too.
The matter of all my maids being too erotic.
”…… By the way, the real maid is absent?”
“Alice-san is doing bed-making, I think.”
That’s strange.
My bedroom is the current maid-party venue.
If my personal attendant makes a bed, it’d be this room.
“Sorry, I shortened the explanation. A king-size bed arrived in the guest room; she’s preparing it.”
“King-size…… why?”
“Why…… we have only one thing to do with a big bed, right?”
”…… Look forward to tonight, Ouga-kun.”
The three exchanged looks and giggled at me.
L-Look forward to what? That? Is it that?
C-Calm down, Ouga Veret……!
Nothing’s decided yet.
But if it is…… I should say it first.
…… It’s fine. With time, I can prepare resolve.
“Plenty of time left, let’s relax.”
“Anything you want, Ouga-kun?”
“Don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Right……”
…… They’d grant anything now.
Honestly, being mussed around by three would already make me happy.
But should I cash that here?
Recall their earlier remark.
Tonight there’s a fun bed event.
Not explicit, but the answer’s one.
If I endure here, tonight’s pleasure rises……!
“Right. Let’s play cards as a fou——”
A knock at the door.
“Lord Ouga. Are you in?”
The voice — my blade, who should be making the bed.
“What is it, Alice? Something up?”
“Lord Gordon has brought a guest; please come to the great hall.”
”……! Got it. Tell him I’ll be right there.”
“Understood.”
Father returned faster than expected.
Surely the man chose the fastest route.
Sadly, fun time pauses.
“All three…… I’ll go first. Change and come to the hall.”
I can’t introduce guests to those modified maid outfits.
Burning their maid forms into my eyes, I tearfully left the room.
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