I took the fabric from her, my face flushing as I pretended to stammer, my voice soft, almost shy, my eyes downcast like a nervous schoolboy.
"Y-You don't need to do this…" I muttered, my cheeks burning as I clutched the underwear to my chest, my cock throbbing beneath it. "I-I can handle myself… Really…"
Jill's face turned even redder, her thoughts spiraling into chaos, her fingers trembling as she clutched her skirt.
[Young Master… is shy…? And he's blushing…? Is he embarrassed…? Oh god, he's so cute…]
But her eyes betrayed her, lingering on my abs, her mind lost in fantasies she couldn't control.
[I want to touch him… I want to feel those muscles… But I can't… I'm his maid…]
I saw her internal struggle, her professionalism warring with her desire, and I decided to push her further.
"C-Can you please go out of the room…?" I snapped, my voice sharp, my face flushed with fake anger, my hands waving in a flustered motion. "I-I need to get dressed…! It's inappropriate…!"
