Meanwhile, in the kitchen.
The house was silent, save for the rhythmic clink-clink-clink of a knife chopping vegetables that had long since been chopped.
Lily stood at the counter. The dishes were already washed. The kitchen was spotless. But she was still standing there, staring at a carrot she had reduced to orange dust.
"Master..."
She let out a long, shaky sigh.
Her Master was changing.
He was no longer the shy, stuttering boy who hid behind her apron. He was becoming a man. He was confident. He was strong. He was... hunting.
"He came home smelling like old books," Lily whispered to the empty room. "That's better than the musk from yesterday. But..."
She gripped the knife handle tighter.
"He's spending so much time outside. He didn't even ask for a bath tonight. He just patted my head and went to his room."
A dark, swirling emotion bubbled up in her chest. It wasn't just jealousy. It was fear.
Fear of being left behind.
She thought of the "classmate" he mentioned.
"Bitches," Lily hissed. "Vixens. They think they can just walk in and take him? Just because they have magic? Just because they go to that fancy Academy?"
She put the knife down.
She untied her apron, letting it fall to the floor. She looked down at her own body—her massive breasts, her wide hips, her soft, motherly curves.
"I need to remind him," Lily decided, a dangerous determination filling her eyes. "I need to remind him where his home is."
She wouldn't let him drift away.
"If Master wants to play outside, that's fine. Men need to sow their wild oats."
She turned off the kitchen light, leaving herself in darkness.
"But he needs to remember who owns the field."
******
The next morning, the sun had barely crested the horizon when Lily woke up.
Today, the usual routine wouldn't suffice. Today, she had a plan. A mischievous, calculated plan to remind her Master exactly what he had waiting for him at home.
She washed up thoroughly, scenting her skin with the vanilla oil Alex liked. Then, she opened her wardrobe.
Usually, she wore the standard long maid uniform—modest, functional, elegant.
Not today.
She pulled out a "modified" uniform she had sewn herself during long, lonely nights. The skirt was significantly shorter, ending mid-thigh. The apron was tighter, cinching her waist to exaggerate the flare of her hips. The neckline was altered to be... generous.
"Perfect," she whispered, checking herself in the mirror.
She slipped into the outfit, pulling up sheer white thigh-high stockings that left a dangerous area of skin exposed between the fabric and the skirt.
She picked up her feather duster and headed to the Master Bedroom.
******
Alex was still asleep, buried under the duvet, dreaming of magical formulas (and perhaps a certain delinquent).
Creak.
The door opened softly.
Lily didn't wake him up with a gentle shake or a soft call. Instead, she began to clean.
Swish. Swish.
She hummed a low tune, starting with the bedside table.
Hearing the sound, Alex stirred. He groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Nngh... Lily?"
He blinked, his vision clearing. And as his eyes landed on the figure by the window, his sleepiness vanished instantly.
The morning sun backlit her, turning her hair into a halo. But Alex wasn't looking at her hair.
"Good morning, Master," Lily greeted cheerfully, flashing a bright smile before turning back to her "work."
"Morning..." Alex croaked, his voice dry.
Lily reached up to dust the top of the curtain rod.
She shook herself to put force into the movement.
Boing.
Her massive breasts swayed with a heavy, hypnotic rhythm. Because her arms were raised, the modified neckline was strained to its limit. The fabric pulled tight, squeezing her cleavage together into a deep, sinful valley.
Alex watched, paralyzed, waiting for those breasts to pop out. It defied gravity. It defied logic.
However, the neckline held. Barely. It was a masterpiece of engineering—threatening to spill over at any second, teasing him with the possibility, but keeping the prize just out of sight.
Lily smiled to herself, knowing exactly where his eyes were.
"Oh, this corner is so dusty," she sighed theatrically.
She dropped her arms and moved to the lower shelves. She bent over at the waist.
Swish.
Because the skirt was so short, the hem rose up dangerously high.
"Oh god," Alex whispered.
From his angle on the bed, he had a direct line of sight. He could see the backs of her thighs, the lace of her stockings, and the bottom curve of her white cotton panties hugging her plump cheeks.
[System Notification: Morning Wood Hardness Level: Diamond.]
Alex's morning glory, already present, reacted violently. It throbbed, tenting the blanket so high it looked like he was smuggling a tent pole.
Lily glanced at the magnificent tent in the sheets. She giggled, a sound like wind chimes.
"My, Master," she teased, not looking away. "You seem very... energetic this morning."
Alex gulped. Who wouldn't be? Waking up to a live ecchi anime scene was every man's dream.
He knew she was teasing him. The outfit. The poses. The lack of shame.
'Two can play at this game,' Alex thought, a wicked grin forming. 'You want to tease? Let's see who breaks first.'
"Lily," Alex said, his voice husky. "The top of the closet... it looks dusty."
"The closet?" Lily looked up at the tall wardrobe next to the bed. "Oh, you're right, Master. I should clean it immediately."
"Get on the bed," Alex commanded. "You can reach it better from there."
"As you wish."
Lily smiled. She kicked off her slippers and climbed onto the mattress. The bed dipped under her weight. She reached up with the feather duster, standing on her tiptoes to reach the highest ledge.
The angle was deliberate. The trap was set.
Alex didn't sit up. He scooted down, propping his head up on a pillow directly underneath her.
He looked up.
From this vantage point, the view was absolute. Her short skirt flared out like a canopy. He could see everything—the backs of her thighs, the garters holding up her stockings, and the white cotton panties straining against her plump ass cheeks.
"Is this spot okay, Master?" Lily asked, wiggling her hips as she scrubbed.
"Perfect," Alex breathed.
Lily noticed his gaze. She knew exactly what he was looking at. Instead of covering up, she stretched further, lifting one leg slightly to give him a better angle.
'Perverted Master,' she thought fondly. 'Enjoy the view.'
Alex couldn't take it anymore. The sight of his childhood maid exposing herself so willingly snapped his control. He reached under the blanket, grabbed his raging erection, and started to stroke it.
Rub. Rub.
He watched her hips sway above him, timing his strokes to her movement.
Lily heard the rhythmic rustling of the sheets. She glanced down between her legs and saw Alex's face flushed with lust, his eyes glued to her panties.
'He's really enjoying himself,' she grinned.
She decided to give him a little more. She cleaned slowly, bending her knees and straightening them, making her ass bounce.
After a minute, Lily couldn't resist. Seeing her Master's desperate face beneath her, a mischievous—and lewd—thought crossed her mind.
'I really want to sit on that face.'
She reached for a spot that didn't exist.
"Ah!"
She pretended to lose her balance.
"Master, watch out!"
She fell backward.
WOMF.
She landed squarely on Alex's face.
"Mmph!!"
Alex's vision went dark. He was suddenly buried in softness. He felt the heavy, warm weight of her ass cheeks pressing against his nose and mouth.
He took a deep breath.
Sniff.
It smelled like vanilla, fabric softener, and pure woman. It was intoxicating.
Lily wiggled slightly, settling her weight comfortably on his head. She smiled to herself, preparing to stand up and offer a fake apology.
"Oh no, Master! I'm so sorr—"
But before she could move, the body beneath her shuddered violently.
"Ohhhh... ahhh... yes!" Alex mumbled, his voice muffled by her ass.
Lily felt a sudden tension in the mattress. She looked back over her shoulder.
Alex's other hand had never stopped working. The sudden impact of her ass on his face had pushed him over the edge.
His huge cock, freed from the blanket during the struggle, was pointing straight up like a cannon.
And it erupted.
Pshhht!
A strong jet of white fluid flew upward into the air. Followed by a second. A third. A fourth.
Lily watched in wide-eyed fascination as the thick ropes of cum shot high above the bed, defying gravity for a split second before physics took over.
Splat. Drip.
The "rain" came down.
Since Lily was sitting on Alex's face, her back was the primary landing zone.
She felt the warm, wet droplets land on the back of her head, her neck, and soak into the black fabric of her maid outfit.
"Fuck..." Lily whispered, feeling the warmth spread.
Alex lay there, panting, his face still buried in her ass, completely spent but utterly satisfied.
Lily reached back, touching the wet spot on her uniform. She looked at her finger, coated in white.
She turned to look at Alex, a mix of shock and wicked amusement on her face.
"Master..." she purred dangerously, grinding her ass into his face one last time. "You made a mess. Now who is going to clean this up?"