She had long black hair that faded into golden-blonde at the ends, matching the fluffy wolf tail behind her. Warm brown eyes, pointed ears, and a delicate face gave her a distinctly lupine charm. Her black-and-white maid dress had a deep neckline and a frilled skirt short enough to only cover her ass, paired with thigh-high fishnet stockings, leaving her with an alluring, provocative appearance.
"May I come in, young master?" asked the maid.
"Ohh, do the top rankers get maids as well?" asked Xavier.
"No, young master. I am Fiona Wildfang, a servant of the Drakenfell family. I have been sent here by your mother to serve you during your time at the academy and take care of your wellbeing," said the maid.
"Wait, Fiona, that shouldn’t be possible. There’s no way the academy gave permission for that," said Xavier, as the academy provides everything for the students and doesn’t allow any external support to teach students to become independent.
"Yes, I have enrolled as a freshman after passing the exam. I ranked overall 8 and was able to get a room near yours, 489, right in front of yours." She pointed to the door of room 489.
"Now, may I come in, young master?"
"Yes, come in before someone sees you." He pulled her into the room by her arm.
"What were you planning to do if you got assigned another house?" asked Xavier.
"Well, your mother knows about the sorting crystal, so she picked me with that criteria in mind. She had an idea what house the crystal would give you, and even if I got another house, I would simply come by. Inter-house visits are not restricted," said Fiona.
This was not uncommon. Some high noble families would often send in an undercover servant, but those got quickly found out and expelled. Fiona was only able to avoid that until now because of her high rank in the entrance exam, but if anyone found out and reported it, she would get expelled.
’But wait, why am I panicking?’ thought Xavier.
He didn’t need a servant and would not be affected much even if she was expelled.
"I don’t need a maid or any servant. I can take care of everything on my own. You should just focus on your studies," said Xavier.
"But young master, I am not here for studying. I am here to take care of you," exclaimed Fiona, a little active as she was being denied the purpose given to her personally by the duchess.
"Well, if you don’t want to study, then you can just go back to Drakenfell. If anyone found out that I had a maid, my name would also get smeared," said Xavier.
"Please, young master," said Fiona, almost begging as she clasped her hands and bowed.
"Please don’t send me away. I will be careful not to be found," said Fiona as her breasts hung, clinging to her deep neckline when she bowed, almost spilling out, half of her pink areola visible.
Xavier stood silenced, just admiring the sheer volume of her breasts and their sway as they hung from her chest, tightening the fabric of her dress all around her breasts.
It had been 18 years since he was born in this world, and 5 years ever since he found out about the condition of men of this world. It was about time he tested his limits.
Watching her half-exposed areola and her deep cleavage, only one thought ran through his mind.
’She is a maid. She won’t protest, would she? What’s the point of wearing such a slutty maid uniform? There’s no way that’s a normal maid uniform. Should I do it?’
Acting only on impulse, his hand moved, and Fiona, still bowing, felt a warm touch directly on her skin through her uniform’s neckline, fingers pressing into her soft flesh. She raised her head.
"Young master, what are you doing?" asked Fiona, not surprised, rather confused.
"You don’t mind this, do you?" asked Xavier, his heart beating out of his chest. It was the first time he had ever touched a woman in either of his lives.
"I don’t mind you touching me, but may I ask the purpose of it?" she said.
"Well, there’s not much I need from a servant. I can take care of most things, but if you still insist on hanging around, I can’t think of any other purpose," Xavier said.
"I see, but I still don’t understand. What is the purpose? What do you get out of it?" she said, still bowing, only her face raised as her master had a good grip on her flesh and she didn’t want to disturb it.
’Does this girl truly not get it? This isn’t unusual. This is just how unbothered the women of this world are by a man’s touch, since men don’t crave their bodies. They don’t have to protect it. Just how far can I take it?’
"The purpose is... it’s comfort. If I can freely touch your body, it gives me comfort," said Xavier.
"I see. So you find it comforting. Should I undress to make it easier for you then?" asked Fiona.
"Don’t bother," said Xavier as he pulled his hand out of her neckline and, with the index finger of both of his hands, slowly pulled the uniform’s neckline from each end down until her breasts sprang out, bouncing and jiggling softly against the fabric of her dress.
"Come here," said Xavier as he guided Fiona to the bed and sat next to her.
Then he slowly fondled her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples and kneading her tits in a circular motion as if giving her breasts a massage.
Saliva pooled in his mouth as his lips parted, only to end up on her nipples, erect now due to continuous pinching and kneading. Instinctively he sucked.
"Aah, young master, a little gentle," moaned Fiona as Xavier’s tongue circled her nipple in his mouth, suckling on each of her tits one by one.
"Ah~, ahh~," slow moans escaping Fiona’s mouth as her eyes fell on a huge bulge in Xavier’s pants. She had heard about it among other maids; she had read about it in books.
"Young master, forgive me if I am being presumptuous, but are you possibly aroused right now?"
Fiona’s uncensored art is available on my discord: .gg/46RzQWVvsR