Maid

Uzumaki Naruto felt himself falling into a very strange state.

"This must be a worry, right?" he vaguely thought to himself. "But if it is a worry, it must be the happiest worry in the world."

He didn't know why, even though Uchiha Satsuki was such an iceberg in front of outsiders—with a cold gaze, a distant tone, and an arrogant attitude of "stay away from me" to everyone.

But why...?

Is it possible that if you raise enough favorability, the iceberg will turn into this?!

Naruto secretly raised his eyelids, then quickly lowered them again, his cheeks burning like freshly cooked Ramen.

Before him stood Uchiha Satsuki, wearing that outfit... that outfit he had only briefly imagined.

The incident began when Satsuki saw a shop on the shopping street that was decorated in an exceptionally exquisite manner, with cute menus and dolls displayed in the window.

Maid Cafe.

Satsuki stopped in her tracks.

She stood at the shop entrance, staring blankly at the glass door with the bell hanging on it for a long, long time. Then, just when Naruto thought she was going to say "boring" and turn to leave, she silently picked up a brochure from the shelf by the door.

Naruto leaned closer for a look, and then he saw that Satsuki's ears were bright red.

The booklet featured images of girls in black and white lace-trimmed dresses, smiling with their hands clasped in front of them, accompanied by the text. "Welcome back, Master."

Satsuki didn't speak, but her gaze lingered on the details of the dress for an unusually long time: the lace headband, the knee-length skirt, the pure white over-the-knee socks, the round-toed loafers...

Naruto looked at her slightly flushed profile, and for a moment, his mind went blank—he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if Satsuki wore this outfit...

Then Satsuki put it on.

At that moment, Uchiha Satsuki was wearing this outfit and standing in front of him.

That was an extremely classic Japanese maid dress.

The black dress was adorned with pure white lace ruffles, and the fluffy, knee-length skirt swayed gently with her soft breathing.

She wore a pure white apron tied in an exquisite bow at her chest. The cuffs were fitted with lace, gently encircling her slender wrists.

On her legs were a pair of brand-new, finely textured, pure white over-the-knee socks. The socks tightly hugged her shapely, slender calves, leaving a faint mark just above her knees. On her feet were a pair of black loafers.

Uchiha Satsuki was tilting her head slightly, looking at him with her eyes that were filled with warm, moist mist.

She was still a little unaccustomed to this outfit, her fingers gently pinching the hem of her skirt, but her nervousness was tinged with a cautious anticipation.

"... How is it, Naruto?" Her voice carried a hint of probing, "This outfit... how does it look on me?"

Naruto opened his mouth, but found he couldn't make a sound.

I'm going to die.

This was the first thought that popped into his mind.

Then Satsuki deduced something from his silence. She mustered her courage, and following the example in the brochure, gently folded her hands in front of her and lowered her head slightly.

"... Welcome home, Master."

"Is that so? Naruto... do you like it this way?"

Buzz--

Naruto's vision suddenly went black for a moment.

When he finally regained his vision, he found himself leaning against the back of the sofa, about to die. He really was going to die.

But... it was totally worth it!

He screamed this in his heart, but his face only grew redder and redder until even the base of his neck began to feel hot.

Satsuki watched him quietly.

Watching Naruto's deep blue eyes become moist and dreamy because of her, watching his cheeks flush like the sunset, watching him completely defenseless as his soul left his body because of her calling him "Master".

...もう limit.

Satsuki's throat bobbed slightly.

Her gaze slid from Naruto's reddened eyes to his slightly pursed lips, and then to the small patch of skin exposed at the slightly open collar, flushed red from his rising body temperature.

She wanted to do something, she really wanted to.

However, Naruto doesn't seem to have that kind of impulse yet?

He just stared at himself, his face flushed and his expression dazed, like a feline that had been fed too much catnip, slumped limply on the sofa, his eyes unfocused yet satisfied.

Did we do it too many times just now...?

Satsuki silently calculated in her mind. From the amusement park to the movie theater to the bridal shop, from the dinosaur park to the shopping street to this suddenly appearing maid cafe... Today has indeed been...

She gently bit her lower lip.

But I still want to be a little greedier.

The lighting in the private room was just right, a warm, amber-toned yellow that enveloped the entire space in a lazy and private atmosphere.

On the sofa, Uzumaki Naruto was completely relaxed, nestled in the soft cushions. Then, Satsuki moved.

She didn't speak, but quietly took a step forward and naturally, skillfully, leaned into Naruto's arms.

With fluid movements, she turned slightly to the side, her shoulder blades pressed against his chest, the back of her head finding the hollow of his neck, her whole body fitting perfectly into that curve that belonged only to her.

Naruto's arm reacted faster than his mind.

The instant he felt the touch, he instinctively tightened his embrace, Satsuki firmly in his arms. His palm rested on her side, and through the thin fabric of her maid dress, the familiar softness and warmth flowed over him continuously.

The lace trim of the maid outfit brushed against his chin, tickling him and carrying with it the cool yet inexplicably sweet scent emanating from Satsuki.

"How are you feeling, Naruto?"

A muffled sound came from his arms. Satsuki didn't look up, but buried her face in his collarbone, her eyelashes gently brushing against his skin.

"Eh...?"

Naruto paused for a moment, then looked down at Satsuki in his arms. She was slightly raising her eyelids, her eyes, now pure black, gazing quietly down at him, the shadows of her eyelashes trembling gently in the warm light.

What does "feeling" mean?

Does it refer to this outfit? To today's date? Or to...?

Naruto realized what she was asking.

He looked at the jet-black hair held back by a pure white headband so close to his face, and felt the familiar, soft touch in his arms, a touch that was already etched into his body's memory.

"...Mmm." His voice was full of affection, "It feels so familiar...so reassuring."

That's the truth.

No matter what clothes Satsuki wears, whether she adopts the aloof demeanor of "Uchiha Satsuki" or the shy tone of "Master," as long as he holds her in his arms, the sense of security that overflows from the depths of his soul never changes.

That was his wife. She was his, and her warmth belonged only to him.

However, the warmth vanished the next moment.

Satsuki braced herself against his chest, sat up straight decisively, and then stepped out of his embrace.

Naruto's arms remained frozen in mid-air, still in a hugging position, his chest feeling empty. The sense of security that had just filled his chest suddenly collapsed.

He blinked blankly, looking at Satsuki standing in front of the sofa, looking down at him.

"Well," she began, her voice carrying an undeniable seriousness, "I really hope that Naruto can... always find something new and exciting about me."

Naruto hadn't had time to process the meaning of those words.

"Bang."

A soft, muffled sound, like chakra bursting forth.

Two identical figures appeared out of thin air beside Satsuki; it was Clone Technique.

However, what happened the next second made Naruto's eyes widen in disbelief.

On the left, Satsuki is a bit taller than her original self. The original slender girlish silhouette has been replaced by softer curves, with rounded shoulders, a full and voluptuous chest, and a slender waist, outlining a voluptuousness unique to mature women.

Her face had changed too. It was still the face that made Naruto's heart race, but the girlish naiveté had faded from her eyes, replaced by a gentle, inclusive, and reassuring maternal aura.

The slight upturn at the corners of her eyes softened, and a faint smile played on her lips, radiating an aura of "reliability" that made one want to be pampered.

On the right, Satsuki went to the other extreme.

His height decreased, shrinking from over 1.7 meters to only reaching Naruto's chest. His handsome face lost its sharp angles, his eyebrows curved, and his cheeks were plump with soft baby fat, giving him an innocent and adorable puppy-like aura.

She was wearing the same maid outfit as her original self—but the skirt was noticeably longer, and her over-the-knee stockings were loosely bunched up at the back of her knees.

Naruto only glanced at it.

No! I'll feel so guilty if I keep watching!

He abruptly turned his face away, his ears turning bright red.

This is Satsuki's ability; she can freeze her appearance and figure at any point in time she desires.

Nineteen-year-old Uchiha Satsuki, twenty-three-year-old Uchiha Satsuki, thirty-year-old Uchiha Satsuki... and even earlier...

No, no, no, absolutely not! Naruto shook his head violently, trying to banish the dangerous images from his mind.

In other words...

Satsuki, who is not yet nineteen years old, can already experience in advance what the future Satsuki will be like as a "young woman," having shed her immaturity and matured into a gentle and tolerant woman.

And another... legal loli.

Naruto clenched his fist tightly.

The three Satsuki slowly surrounded them.

The woman on the left walked with a calm and elegant gait, her skirt swaying gently with her steps. The gentle smile on her lips inexplicably reminded Naruto of the way Aunt Mikoto looked at him.

The one on the right was running around with small, shuffling steps, stepping on the hem of her maid outfit several times, while muttering "Naruto, Naruto" under her breath.

And right in the center is the real person— Uchiha Satsuki, who is almost nineteen years old, wearing a maid outfit, with the blush on her cheeks still lingering from being called "Master" earlier.

She was gazing at him quietly and intently with those dark eyes, which were filled with expectation and something more dangerous.

(My imagination has been a bit lacking lately... so I can only write simple and direct sweet moments like this.)

(Uchiha Satsuki (Trinity), thanks to group member Glutton Eats a Lot fan art!)

Maid with long hair, Er Yuezi