Deku In A Maid Outfit นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the maid said. Zena smiled with satisfaction at the report. She quickly followed the maid somewhere. There was a large door waiting to be opened. When the door opened, there was a handsome man wearing a nightgown. The man seemed uncomfortable with his clothes that were open from the chest to the stomach. "Hey, Zena! Isn't this too much to sleep in?" Hertia tugged at her clothes. "Never mind, Duke, you just shut up now. Just follow what I say, it's all for your own good." Zena approached the Duke, then rearranged the clothes.

he says, his voice filled with excitement. Meagia nods, a sparkle of anticipation in her eyes. After Kaldir leaves, a maid enters the room, her presence comforting. With gentle hands, she helps Meagia into a flowing gown, carefully adjusting the fabric to accommodate her growing belly. Together, they prepare for their trip to the market, where Meagia will find beautiful dresses to adorn her blossoming figure.

Weird. “You’ll have to dress your sex slave in something with a bit more coverage than that for dinner with Mother, you know,” he said, sounding bored. Was this an everyday occurrence for him? How many men had Keila subjected to this? My whole body started to itch as I wondered if other people had worn this maid outfit before me. ‘Hunter, it’s like the sisterhood of the travelling pants! Only it’s a maid outfit, and you’ve been made to wear it, and it’s actually–’

Were the maids also trained like the guards? Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles.

"Ms. Jenner, this attire was once worn by Her Highness Princess Aurelia. It should fit you well, as your figure is similar to hers!" "What!?" Everyone present, including Lina, was astounded. The maid unfolded the clothing, revealing intricate craftsmanship with a complex blue background pattern, golden embroidery, and pearl embellishments. It was a true masterpiece, showcasing the epitome of luxury. Clearly, this was more than just a set of clothing—it was a work of art!

At that moment, every maid in the mansion—once too afraid to even look her in the eye—had officially declared war… on frizz, dull skin, and outdated shoes. Izora Draven had just gained herself an elite glam squad. And none of them were going to let the mafia boss’s wife walk through those halls looking like anything less than perfection.

"Go on, ask away," Maze looks me up and down. "Why are you wearing that?" I look down at my clothes and feel my cheeks flush. A smile tugs on my lips. I'm wearing a maid outfit, one that isn't sexualized in any kind of way. The sleeves are long, but the white ribbon is cute. I like this outfit a lot; I feel like a real maid with a purpose. Some of the hotel's guests have given me compliments for it too—one old man even called me pretty.

I should definitely learn my way around this place by heart. I locate door 52B and open it. Entering, I watch Macy pulling at her boots while wearing what appears to be the maid's uniform. It's a far cry from what our estate's maids wore. For this outfit, black dress pants are all that are needed instead of a black skirt and a white petticoat. The silver Gahndor symbol is embroidered on the breast of a black blouse. She doesn't seem to care that her laces are loosened when she sees me because she gets up and runs over.

started the preparations early this morning. The major difference between the two is their taste in fashion. Dina really went all in into designing a perfect and better-looking for the maids of her pack. It was a peach coloured dress that looked much the same with the design ours has with only a few twitches on the sides and maybe in front. It doesn't even matter. At least it has colour unlike ours that makes us look like we're at a funeral procession. I was paying half attention to the two women though. I was beside one of the maids of the Imperial pack as we both punched into the dough to make short cakes as snacks for the Duel. She was focused on what she was doing but I could sense that

But Reika was already reaching into the small pouch of coins she had at her belt and extending it. "Please, I will make it worth your while. You know the penalties of denying me." The maid hesitated, the promise of silver glinting in her eyes. After a moment, she took a deep breath and nodded. "Very well, My Lady." Reika's heart skipped a beat. She was waiting for the moment to come, but still, the moment seemed unreal. Losing no more time, Reika handed the maid her dress. The maid stripped in haste and got into the luxurious fabric, imitating Reika's appearance with unnatural ease. Reika watched her for some time, how she altered her posture and mimicked her every move with surprising accur