Maid Dormitory

(Sun Yao)

Inside the guest room.

"How about this one? Will it be too small?"

Miss Melissa asked this question, and I held up the maid outfit she sent me to my chest and compared it to myself in the mirror.

The dress is very well made; the seams are hidden, and you can't even see the loose threads. Because the bottom is a long skirt, it doesn't make you feel too shy.

The size... seems just right.

Yeah, that's how I feel.

After all, my body is still sticky with sweat, so I can't try it on right now.

"This one will do."

"If you find it doesn't fit later, you can exchange it for another set."

"Thanks."

"It's what I should do."

Unlike the other maids in the mansion, Miss Melissa, the head maid, speaks fluent Chinese without any awkwardness, and is very talkative, so there is no barrier to communicating with her.

Of course, the other maids who didn't speak would smile and nod when they saw me.

"Then I'll go take a shower first."

Miss Melissa nodded.

"I should go to the restaurant to prepare dinner."

"Thank you for your help."

"Solving problems for guests is also a maid's job, but Miss Ceruno doesn't seem to be used to being served?"

"Aside from those born into privilege, I don't think ordinary people would get used to this kind of thing..."

"But as a magical girl, aren't you already among the elite in this world?"

Miss Melissa left the guest room with a laugh and closed the door behind her.

She's right.

From the perspective of today's social structure, magical girls who stand at the top in every aspect can indeed be called superior people, and are so different from ordinary people that they are almost becoming a separate species.

However, the Star Crystal will eventually fade away. When the magic's Radiance no longer shines, the magical girl will shed her glamorous and youthful appearance and return to her ordinary life...

The clothes I took off were soaked in sweat and smelled sour.

A beautiful figure is reflected in the mirror... Although it's a bit shameless of me to say this, as "Ceruno," I am indeed very beautiful, and my figure is even a bit outrageous for a magical "girl."

Miss Sirius loosened her braided pigtails, and her long pink hair fell down her back, the ends of which tickled slightly as she swayed.

I leaned against the sink cabinet and smiled in front of the mirror. The beautiful girl's smile returned to me, making me feel much better...

Hehe, I'm starting to get a little narcissistic.

But I think Yezi likes how I look now, right?

As his best friend since childhood, I also know about his apricot.

Wiping her delicate skin with a soft sponge, letting the hot water and foam wash away the sweat and oil, her thoughts began to wander, but the random thoughts were all about Yezi and Miss Miluno.

Occasionally, I still think of Ms. Heat Haze lying in her hospital bed.

I wonder if she's doing well now.

"Miss Sirius, what exactly do you want with Yezi?"

No matter how much I think about it, I can't find the answer.

I'd better just ask Yezi tonight.

She's wearing a maid outfit!

But it was more shameful than I had imagined.

Since it's Hawaii, I naturally opted for a short-sleeved shirt, but the shirt fabric is notoriously inelastic, so it was a bit too tight around my chest... I underestimated myself.

Besides, maid outfits inherently possess certain attributes, and they're quite common as erotic clothing, so wearing one feels like engaging in some strange role-playing... How awful.

The apron, the very essence of the maid outfit, hasn't been worn yet.

I originally didn't plan to wear this, in order to distinguish myself from the maids in the mansion.

But perhaps it was an obsessive-compulsive disorder flare-up, or perhaps it was to cover up my embarrassing chest, I ultimately decided to wear it anyway.

As for Katyusha...

Let's forget about that.

"So boring."

The dress is too small at the chest, making it hard to breathe. Is Mr. Button also crying out in distress?

"... It would be better to go and ask Miss Melissa to change into another outfit."

With this thought in mind, I left the guest room, walked down the long corridor, covered my chest, which made me feel shy, and headed towards the restaurant on the left side of the mansion.

"Hmm? Oh!"

Before I even reached the hall, a petite maid with short, golden-brown hair stopped me in surprise. She had delicate features, and her blue eyes were particularly striking, as if reflecting the sea outside.

But how should I greet her?

Do native Hawaii speak English?

Or is it Hawaii?

"Emmm, hello?"

But she didn't seem to speak English; she just gestured wildly to express her joy, then grabbed my hand and ran in the opposite direction.

"Huh? What are you going to do?"

I feel tightness in my chest and shortness of breath, and it's very uncomfortable to run.

She dragged me to a place that looked like a lounge, no, it seemed to be the maids' dormitory? The size was similar to a guest room, four people to a room, but it had a more lived-in feel than a guest room...

"Awoo!"

She pressed me in front of the vanity mirror and then took out a hair dryer.

... Oh, I see. My hair really wasn't dried properly.

"Thank you, then I'll trouble you."

"Awooo!"

She took something out of the drawer and handed it to me.

Long, rectangular packaged snacks?

It looks like jerky, bone sticks... um, judging from the English text, it should be a dog chew stick (for small breeds).

"... Miss Maid, what does this mean?"

The maid holding the hairdryer tilted her head and then pointed to her mouth.

"You want me to eat this?"

She nodded.

Perhaps Hawaii have some special customs...

I think that no matter how unique a dog is, it shouldn't be given dog treats.

"No, I don't eat this."

I honestly refused.

The golden-brown maid blinked, tore open the packaging bag, stuffed it into her mouth, and began to chew it with relish.

As far as I know, dog treats are generally not salty.

Will it really taste good?

Noticing my surprised look in the mirror, she tilted her head in confusion. Considering that she couldn't speak English, I had a rough idea of what was going on.

She probably didn't know what those bones were; they were originally dog treats from the ranch's kennel, but somehow ended up at the mansion... That makes sense, and that explains it all.

Eating dog treats is really weird, I have to tell Miss Sirius about this as soon as possible, or if that doesn't work, Miss Melissa will do too.

"Huh?"

Just as I was thinking this, two more maids walked into the dormitory.

One of them had a rather unique hair color, with white hair in the middle and black hair on both sides, the parting was very clear, and the black hair was tied up in a tuft with a hairband, hanging down on both sides.

The other one had jet-black hair tied up, but her skin was tanned to a wheat color. This type of skin tone is quite common in sunny Hawaii; Miss Melissa is also quite dark-skinned.

They seemed a little surprised to see me. The dark-skinned maid leaned in and sniffed me, then turned and said something to the black-and-white maid. The latter scratched her head and sighed, then raised her hand and chopped the petite maid with short, golden-brown hair.

"Waaah."

The petite maid let out a pitiful sound.