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[unluckily]

[ Sometimes, being lucky is a good thing. And then there's this. Of course, all he was told was that he was to meet Kirigiri at a certain location at a certain time, no questions asked. He didn't even get an explanation on what they were supposed to actually be doing. Not that he would say no, considering the amount of trust he put into her.

Which is why he's outside of her door, a little nervous, a little anxious. He can't help it after all, he's going to be alone with the girl he likes (quite possibly) so it's definitely impossible.

Nevertheless, he knocks on the door, unsure of what's to come. ]

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[misterious]

[ The door opens wide enough for him to pass, barely letting any of the light in the hall into the dark room. Even though she can't be seen and her voice is barely above a whisper, he can hear her confidence that she'll be obeyed. After all, he's a good boy. ]

Come in.

[ As always, there's no "please" or pleasantries that get in the way of business, just her order. ]

[unluckily]

[ It's a little awkward when he can barely see anything, but he swallows hard and musters up enough courage to just walk slowly inside. ]

W-Why are the lights off?

[misterious]

You'll see.

[ With that said, the door shuts behind him when he enters. The light comes on as soon as the door is locked, revealing her maid outfit: A short black dress and a white apron, thigh highs held up with garters decorated with bows, a ruffled headband and shiny patent leather mary janes. The only recognizable article of clothing are her trademark, custom made leather gloves. Despite her maid-like appearance, there's only a queen-like dip of the head and a far from deferential tone as she points to the bed. ]

Please make yourself comfortable, Master.

[unluckily]

[ "You'll see"?

That makes it sound a little ominous, especially with the way she says it. But when the lights turn on and reveal everything that she's wearing, he can't help but gape in surprise. He didn't expect this, not in the slightest bit. Maybe it's because she didn't seem to be the type, but... the idea of her in a maid outfit is definitely something different. A nice different, but still. Different.

Swallowing hard, he just finds himself nodding as he walks towards the bed, sitting down on it as comfortably as he can get. ]

Um... Kirigiri-san, you really don't have to call me "Master", though.

[misterious]

What else is a lowly maid supposed to call the one she serves?

[ she sits down next to him, her hand claiming ownership of his thigh ]

[unluckily]

[ ... Well.

She got him good, that's for sure. ]

But why are you dressed as a maid anyway, Kirigiri-san? [ This wasn't his idea??? ]

[misterious]

Are you saying that it doesn't suit me?

[ She leans in to whisper in his ear: ]

I can take it off. . . Right. Now.

[unluckily]

I'm not saying that at a-

[ But he stops mid-sentence when she whispers those words in his ear, causing his cheeks to color. ]

R-Right now?! Wait, but I'm-! [ "still in here" he doesn't say, although he's definitely imagining her stripping right about now. ]

[misterious]

"You're" what, Master? Would seeing me take my clothes off please you, or is there something else I can do for you?

[ To erase any question regarding what "something else" is, her hand slides up his thigh to rub at his groin ]

[unluckily]

[ She's very good at what she does, clearly, as there may (read as: definitely) be a little nervousness, a little flush, and a tent in his pants. ]

You'd... be willing to please me by taking your clothes off, Kirigiri-san?

[misterious]

I could, but you wouldn't be satisfied with that alone, would you?

[ Her fingertips tease at the strained fabric as she hums her appreciation of it right in his ear ]

I can take care of this too.

[unluckily]

[ Saliva builds up in his mouth and his fingers ball around the fabric of the bed as he looks at her, a mixture of desire reaching his eyes as well as something more. The fact that he's hyper aware of her fingertips against the fabric makes it all the more worse as he swallows it all down. ]

I-If Kirigiri-san wants to... I won't stop her.

[misterious]

Maids don't act unless they're given an order, Master.

[ So she says, anyway. Her touch focuses on the length of his pants zipper, tracing up and down, refusing to give him much more than that unless he asks for it. ]

[unluckily]

... Eh?

[ This is definitely awkward for him as he can't help but curl his fingers around the bedsheets, his breathing growing ragged. ]

K-Kirigiri-san... please... I want you to take off my pants and rub me off...

[ UGH HOW EMBARRASSING ]

[misterious]

. . . as you wish, Master.

[ She seems regal, laughing while descending to the ground to undo his belt and pants. They get eased along with his underwear down his pants with deliberate slowness as she takes a very pointed look at his cock. ]

[unluckily]

It... doesn't look weird, does it?

[ This is awkward. He can't help but swallow hard as she stares right in between his legs. He's turned on, sure, but he's also very nervous about having her actually look at him like this. Especially in that sort of outfit-! Was this her plan all along? ]

[misterious]

Are you concerned that you have a medical condition?

[ One finger pokes cautiously at the tip a couple times to gauge his reaction, before curving the rest along the length. Whether it's to humor him or really rile him up, she leans in to properly inspect him. Warm, faint puffs of breath and her soft hair run over his exposed skin as she checks him from every angle. ]

All I'm seeing is a textbook case of arousal.

[unluckily]

No-!

[ He apologizes if his voice cracks a little, whether it's in frustration of the fact that she's actually touching him, he's not sure. ]

Ngh... Kirigiri-san... it's not fair that you're just touching me, you know!

[misterious]

You're my Master, it doesn't need to be fair.

[ And besides, she enjoys flustering him. If he was also trying to rile her up it would. . . well. She's sure it would feel good, but it would be harder to stay in control of herself. Her fingers skate up and down his dick, applying just enough pressure to make their presence known, but not enough to be satisfying. ]

But I wouldn't mind hearing what you'd like to touch.

[ If he can manage to say it, she'll be impressed, but she won't give him what he wants. ]

[unluckily]

Wha... [ Give him a second, because he's just incredulous. Ridiculously so. ]

I-I'm not going to say it--!

[misterious]

Don't underestimate my ability to make you talk, Naegi-kun.

[ Her thumb rolls over the tip idly, for emphasis. ]

You like this, don't you?

[unluckily]

[ He can't help but hitch a breath, biting his lower lip to hide a groan. ]

I-I do...

[misterious]

[ A sound too smug to be a laugh escapes, soft and husky in the back of her throat. ]

I can make you feel even better, if you trust me. Do you trust me, Naegi-kun?

[unluckily]

[ Nervousness settles in, but it's not due to the fact that he's scared of her. He could never be, even as a shiver runs down his spine out of anticipation. The sound makes him swallow any saliva that might have been built up in the back of his throat. ]

I... [ He gulps, trying to catch his words. ] I trust you, Kirigiri-san.

[misterious]

Glad to hear it.

[ She's happy to hear that in any context, but especially now, as she pulls a bottle of lube from her apron pocket. ]

You know what this is, don't you?

comes in late with monobucks

[unluckily]

[ He swallows hard when he eyes the bottle, just nodding quietly without even saying a single word. What does she plan on doing with that...? ]

[misterious]

[ A hint of bitterness creeps into her tone ]

I can't warm it with my hands, so you'll have to deal with it.

[ Unceremoniously flipping the cap open and letting the liquid drip onto his dick. ]