Chapter 366: Maids

Kouhei finally made it home.

The second he stepped through the door, he didn’t bother with anything else—he dragged his body into his room and collapsed straight onto his bed. His body sunk into the mattress as if it was the only thing in the world keeping him alive. Lately, this bed had become the one and only place where he could even pretend to rest. Without it, he’d just be left with nothing but the heaviness of exhaustion pressing down on him.

Nagisa and Misuzu stood there quietly, watching him. Kouhei didn’t even have the energy to change out of his clothes—he just laid himself down, his breathing slow and tired, looking like he was moments away from passing out completely. That was how drained he was.

But it wasn’t really surprising. This was normal for him now. Considering everything he had been through lately, and how he was constantly swarmed by girls ever since his looks had changed so drastically, it was only natural that he’d be this worn out.

Nagisa glanced at Misuzu, and Misuzu glanced back at her.

Both of them actually wanted to slip onto either side of Kouhei and rest beside him, but the way he’d sprawled out made it difficult to do so without disturbing him. Still, they weren’t only here to watch him sleep—they had things to talk about. Important things. Earlier, with Hina and Yuuna, the subject of Yumi had come up.

The fact that Yumi might actually have feelings for Kouhei.

Both Nagisa and Misuzu had noticed it long before. From the very beginning, they had caught the little signs with her subtle looks as well as the small shifts in her attitude around him. They were pretty much convinced that Yumi was in love with him. Still, they couldn’t be absolutely certain just yet. They wanted to confirm it. But even so, with the strong likelihood that Yumi’s heart had already fallen for Kouhei, they figured it would be best to start planting the idea into his mind. That way, he could begin to be more aware and conscious of her presence.

Even though they were his lovers, they were the ones pushing this forward. There was no time to be jealous. They were preparing for war against the Heavenside, and Kouhei’s strength grew every time another girl fell for him—and he returned those feelings in kind. If they wanted him at his strongest, then this was the only way.

Nagisa’s lips curved into a small smile as her eyes met Misuzu’s again.

“Misuzu, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked softly.

Misuzu let her hand fall gracefully against her chin, her smile carrying that same confident arrogance that always seemed to suit her. Being a narcissist at heart, she made every action of hers seem like it added to her beauty.

“I believe we are,” she replied, her voice smooth. “And I’m sure Kouhei-kun would enjoy it as well.”

Nagisa tilted her head slightly, her smile widening. “Well, Kou-kun is really tired… so we might as well go ahead with it, right?”

“Yes,” Misuzu agreed, her eyes narrowing with an elegant glint. “It’s only natural. He was so exhausted that he collapsed the very moment he came home. As someone who would do anything for him, I’ll carry out exactly what we’re both thinking, Nagisa-san.”

“Fufufufu… looks like this really is the perfect timing,” Nagisa said, her voice low and almost playful.

With that, the two of them quietly slipped out of the room, their footsteps barely making a sound.

***

Kouhei woke up sometime later.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. Sweet, almost addictively so, with just enough citrus to make it sharp and tangy. It was the kind of scent that clung to the air, pulling him awake little by little.

He slowly blinked his eyes open.

“Good evening, Master~!”

The voice was bright and cheerful, but what he saw when his vision cleared nearly made him think he was still dreaming.

Nagisa and Misuzu were standing in front of him—dressed in maid uniforms.

“…Wha…?”

At first, he thought it was his groggy mind playing tricks on him. But no. This was real. The details of their outfits, the way the fabric hugged their bodies perfectly, the way the lace framed their curves—it was reality. And for some reason, the sight of them dressed like that hit him harder than he expected.

The uniforms weren’t even that revealing. Their skin was mostly covered, but that somehow made it even hotter. The outfits clung in all the right places, outlining their figures in ways that stirred something deep inside him.

Kouhei had developed something of a curse when it came to sex. Every time he tried something new, it turned into a fetish. Piece by piece, everything about his girlfriends became a trigger for his arousal. Even the smallest, most trivial details.

A quick glimpse of Hina’s armpit once had been enough to make him pop a boner. Seeing Yuuna in lingerie and stockings made him crave pressing his cock between her thighs, desperate for the tight friction of intercrural fucking. When Nagisa’s breasts bounced, all he could think about was being smothered and squeezed between them. And when Misuzu’s skin glistened with sweat, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to lean in and lick every drop off her body.

He hadn’t planned on becoming this much of a degenerate. But it happened. Maybe it was the succubus side he’d inherited from Hina that was fueling it, making his lust impossible to contain. And maybe she was feeling the same thing too.

Now, with Nagisa and Misuzu standing before him in maid uniforms, Kouhei felt his throat tighten. His eyes traced the lines of their outfits, his heart thudding in his chest. He swallowed hard.

This was new. This was fresh. And it was driving him crazy.

“B-Both of you… what’s the meaning of this?” Kouhei asked, his voice shaky, a mix of confusion and raw arousal.

Both girls lifted the hems of their skirts just slightly and dipped into a curtsy, their voices calm and sweet.

“We are here to service you, Master,” Misuzu said, her tone laced with elegance.

“S-Service…?”

“That’s right,” Nagisa replied smoothly. “We know you’re tired, Master. So for tonight, we want you to experience comfort and pleasure without lifting a single finger.”

Her words were soft, but her actions were bolder. With a smile, she stepped closer to the bed. Her gloved hand reached down, brushing against the fabric of his pants before curling around the zipper.

Then—slowly—she pulled it down.

The metallic sound echoed faintly in the quiet room, sharp and deliberate. And Kouhei… Kouhei was already so hard it hurt, his cock straining inside his pants, his body trembling with how much he was aroused.

After a while, she pulled his cock out. The cock sprang free, throbbing hard in front of her, and Nagisa gulped.

It was already stiff—so hard that it almost hurt just looking at it.

And for some reason, since Kouhei hadn’t showered yet, there was this strong stench clinging to it. That smell alone was enough to make Nagisa’s head spin, her thoughts going blank.

“Haaahhh…~” She exhaled shakily, then smiled. “Well then… I’m going to service you now, Master.”

With that, she swallowed the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her hands gripped the base to steady it before she slid it deeper and deeper. Her throat opened up and parted for him, and Nagisa didn’t even gag. She took it all in until her throat was fully packed with his cock.

“Nagisa… san…”

Kouhei groaned uncontrollably. She was pushing herself even deeper than before.

“Fufufufu…~ Kouhei-kun, don’t worry. You just have to relax and stay there. We’re going to pleasure you with everything we have.”

Misuzu, dressed in the same maid uniform as Nagisa and also wearing gloves, leaned closer, her face moving right beside Nagisa’s as she deepthroated him.

Nagisa pulled her mouth off with a wet pop, freeing his cock from her throat. The sudden release left Kouhei trembling, his shaft coated in spit, the air hitting it cold and sharp.

Then, Misuzu leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, sinking it down her throat. Just like Nagisa, she didn’t gag either. The tight pressure wrapped all around him, and Kouhei felt his climax threatening to burst right away.

“Fufufufu… Does it feel good, Kou-kun?” Nagisa asked teasingly.

“Yes…”

It was the only thing he could say. Of course it felt good—it was so overwhelming that his mind was practically shutting down.

When Misuzu finally pulled her mouth off, his cock slipped free again, wet and dripping with saliva.

“Fufufufu… Now then, Nagisa.”

“Yes, Misuzu…”

At that cue, both of them tugged at the boob bags of their maid uniforms, pulling them down. Their breasts spilled free, bouncing from the sudden movement.

Kouhei swallowed hard.

They pressed his cock between their big, soft breasts, squeezing him tight. At that moment, Kouhei felt like his mind was about to melt away completely.