Maybe it was because she’d been working all day, but Taris’s maid uniform carried a faint smell of sweat. Kyle buried his face in her chest, right into that uniform, and breathed it in deep.
Different from Flare’s scent-something spicier in the perfume. So faint you couldn’t tell if she was wearing it, but mixed in was definitely something that wasn’t quite natural girl-smell. And that scent drove him crazy.
”Um..,” Taris’s voice wavered. “Aren’t you going to take off my clothes, sir? Why are you just…”
”But I want to keep you in the maid uniform. Is that not okay?”
”I don’t mind, sir, but what do you mean by ‘because it’s a shame to waste it’? That makes no sense.”
Ah. Right.
In my past life, maid uniforms were cosplay staples, or concept cafés3-basically costumes meant to be looked at. Cute outfits you’d wear for show. But in this world, they’re pure workwear.
So what I just said-in my old world, that would be like getting turned on by factory coveralls. Like I’m some kind of pervert with a weird fetish.
I considered that for a second, but then figured-I’ve already been written off as the resident weirdo4, so what’s the difference now?
Nothing wrong with a fetish, right?
I mean, even in the working world, it’s totally normal to get hot over an office worker’s uniform or a suit. So there. That’s my logic.
But from Taris’s point of view… she might feel like she’s practically being raped if I just shove my cock in without even undressing her, especially since she’s a virgin.
But she just said she didn’t mind, right? So it’s fine. It’s fine to go ahead.
Lying on top of her on the bed, I froze for a moment and tried to calmly think about what I was about to do-and what Taris had just said to me.
Then I reached my conclusion.
(Yeah… I’m going to let myself have her.5)
”It might seem strange to you, Taris,” Kyle said, his voice low and earnest, “but that maid uniform really suits you. I think you look incredibly attractive in it. That’s why I want to do it with you still wearing it. OK? Y’understand?”
Taris’s brow furrowed slightly. “I don’t quite follow, sir, but I understand. Do as you please. Just don’t go making these kinds of odd requests when you’re with Lady Flare, if you please.”
She probably didn’t fully grasp what I meant, but she must have gotten the gist-because Taris agreed to clothed sex. Or rather, she lay there motionless after being pushed down, like a fish on a slab1: “Just do whatever you want.”
She’d only given me that blowjob earlier because I asked for it-which probably meant this was her default stance.
In other words, she didn’t want to initiate anything, and she didn’t actually enjoy having sex with me, so she’d lie there like a dead fish2 unless told otherwise.
But that had its own charm, didn’t it? Having Taris-wearing that reluctant look-offer up her virginity to me anyway. That had its own appeal.
So Kyle reached for her apron and her skirt.
Right now, Taris lay on the bed like a corpse, her black maid uniform and white apron spread across the white sheets-like a black flower in full bloom.
Kyle placed the Magicraft Lantern nearby so he could see properly, then tried to hike up her skirt.
Her expression was still sullen-no, more than that. She couldn’t quite hide her shame and chagrin, or so it seemed.
He was going to catch a glimpse of the panties of a Taris who looked like she couldn’t stand the sight of him.
Feeling a perverse thrill-something different from ordinary sex-Kyle grabbed her skirt fabric along with the apron and flipped it up.
The fabric felt somewhat thick and heavy, but it went up past her waist without much resistance. And there, against the black lining of her skirt, Taris’s pure white legs and her underwear seemed to float into view.
(Oh… fuck… that’s hot…)
Her thighs were probably thinner than Flare’s, pure white without a single blemish. Her underwear was white too, the same style as Flare’s. But the quality of the fabric was probably higher-class in Flare’s case.
Still, Taris’s underwear had its own appeal-it looked just like what an ordinary girl would wear every day, plain cotton panties. And that was incredibly sexy.
Kyle swallowed hard. “I’m… going to touch you now, okay?”
”You don’t need to ask permission every time, sir..,” Taris replied, her voice barely above a murmur.
”R-right. Then…”
Even with her skirt hiked up, Taris remained composed. But the way she slightly turned her face away and averted her eyes looked like a small act of resistance.
Kyle reached out to touch the thighs that stood out against the dark fabric. They felt plump and firm-not so much meaty as slender, the kind of legs that any woman worried about thigh thickness would call ideal. Some men might prefer a little more meat, but this was plenty good.
He picked up the lantern and shone it brightly into her skirt.
When he had sex with Flare, he’d kept the lighting dim because he thought she’d be embarrassed. But honestly, Kyle had always wanted to see more. And he found it easier to make requests of Taris than of Flare. So he intended to take his time and look his fill. What he wanted to see was Taris’s virgin pussy-untouched by any man before this day, and soon to be gone forever.
With the lantern’s dazzling white light shining down, Kyle reached for Taris’s underwear.
”Could you lift your hips a little?” he asked.
”Like this, sir?” Taris complied, raising herself slightly.
”Yeah, that’s good.”
She was matter-of-fact about it, but she followed my instructions. And Kyle removed the underwear of this cooperative Taris, brought his face close to her now-exposed crotch, and-while shining the lantern-slid his finger in there…
Taris’s pussy was younger and prettier than anything Kyle had ever seen on any sex worker. (Which was only natural.)
With Flare, it had been dark and he’d been feeling around blindly. But now the room was brightly lit by the Magicraft Lantern, and Taris wasn’t under the covers-so he could see her lower half as clearly as if it were under fluorescent light.
Kyle wet his finger with saliva and slowly traced the untouched cleft, beginning to pleasure it. Taris’s body trembled slightly, and she tensed up as if trying to suppress an uncontrollable sound. As he continued, the cleft gradually began to grow moist, glistening faintly.
”Taris, can you relax a little?” Kyle murmured.
”L-like this, sir…?” Taris asked, her voice catching as she took a deep breath and let her shoulders drop.
Kyle licked his index finger once more and slowly pushed it into the lower opening of her cleft.
Her virgin hole was so tight that just getting one finger in was a struggle-and even then, it clamped down on the tip of his finger.
(Whoa… it really is tight. Is this even going to fit…?)
”…!” Taris gasped sharply, but she didn’t close her legs.
Even so, Taris didn’t close her legs. She kept them spread wide in her maid uniform, exposing herself to Kyle. Naturally, his cock was already rock hard-at full readiness.
Her place was a little wet, and precum was already beading at the tip of his cock. She’d given him that blowjob earlier too, so he figured he could do it now if he wanted to.
And more than anything, Taris had made up her mind to go this far. Kyle wanted it too.
”Alright then..,” Kyle’s voice was thick with desire. “I’m going to take your virginity now, okay?”
Taris’s voice trembled as she answered, “Y-yes, sir… please do.”
Taris’s voice was trembling. Was she scared? Or was it the shame of being so thoroughly exposed and touched? Despite everything, Taris was composed enough to give her permission to the man who was about to take her purity.
Hearing that, Kyle stripped off his trousers and pressed the head of his erect cock against Taris’s entrance, rubbing it up and down to coat it with precum.
This was the first time he’d ever watched his cock enter a virgin pussy. As he rubbed it against her, Kyle stared at the sight with awe and arousal, gradually putting more of his weight onto her.
”It hurts..,” Taris whimpered, her voice strained.
”Sorry,” Kyle said, his jaw tight. “But you’re going to have to bear with it.”
”I-I understand, sir. Please continue,” Taris managed, her voice steady despite the pain.
”Right, then..,” Kyle grunted. “Fuck, it’s tight…”
He couldn’t get it in easily. He couldn’t help but think that.
But that was the clearest proof of her virginity. And eventually, even that back-and-forth came to an end.
With a wet, sucking sound, Kyle’s glans slowly sank into Taris’s depths. The hymen tore, and about half of him was buried inside her. Pain twisted Taris’s face.
Kyle lifted her legs, gripping both knees, and pressed down with even more weight. His penis pushed aside the tight walls of flesh and slid all the way to the base, fully sheathed within Taris. That was the moment Taris’s virginity was lost-the moment she took all of Kyle inside her.
(Damn, she’s tight… seriously tight…)
Her walls clamped down hard enough to hurt, but the slick pressure inside sent waves of melting pleasure along his shaft. Taris’s breathing grew short and quick. Kyle could tell she was enduring the pain, but it didn’t seem unbearable-not the kind that made a woman scream. He felt a small relief that she hadn’t cried out.
”Taris… you okay?” Kyle asked.
”Guh… y-yes, I’m managing..,” Taris replied, her voice strained.
”Your inside feels incredible. I’m about to lose it,” Kyle said, his breath ragged.
”I’m glad to hear that. But as promised..,” Taris began.
”I know. I won’t finish inside you,” Kyle assured her.
”Please do. Then… by all means, continue,” Taris said, giving him permission.
With her permission to move, Kyle gripped both her knees and began to thrust. Under the white light of the Magicraft Lantern, he could clearly see himself sliding in and out of her. When he pulled back halfway, he noticed blood on his shaft. This really was happening-he was taking a virgin’s first time. And not just anyone-this was the woman who always looked at him with that sullen expression. Taris. That beautiful, zombie-like sour-faced maid, still in her uniform, being claimed by him. The excitement flooded his brain, an abnormal high that felt like he’d taken some kind of drug.
”Hah… hah, Taris… this is so good… I’ll take care of you, just like I do with Flare. So let me do this again and again, okay? Ahh, ugh, seriously amazing… the best,” Kyle groaned.
Pushing in met resistance-an irresistible feeling of boring through a narrow tunnel. Pulling out, the ridges clung to him, refusing to let go. Taris’s insides might have been what people called a masterpiece. Loyal, young, beautiful, capable, and her body was incredible-no wonder the head maid serving Lady Flare of House Regal was a cut above.
There was no way Kyle could hold out forever against a body like that. Almost too quickly, he was on the verge.
”Shit… I can’t hold it…!” Kyle gasped.
He pulled out just as promised and came immediately. He’d thought he had enough time to withdraw with ease, but it had been closer than he realized. Semen erupted from the tip, splattering across Taris’s mound and the upturned fabric of her skirt. The thick, viscous fluid stood out vividly against the black cloth-he could see just how much had come out.
”Hah… hah… that felt incredible..,” Kyle panted.
”Are you finished?” Taris asked, her voice calm though her breathing was slightly uneven.
Kyle could only answer, still basking in the afterglow. “Yeah. Sex with you, Taris-it was really, really good. Thank you.”
”I’m… glad to hear that,” Taris replied.
”Oh! Right, this,” Kyle said, reaching for something.
They didn’t have boxed tissues, but the paper he’d developed for the toilet was kept in every room as a substitute. It was still more like calligraphy paper, really. Usually, people used rags or towels and washed them afterward-disposable paper was rare in this world. He grabbed a few sheets and handed them to her, then began wiping himself off. Seeing him do that, Taris understood she was supposed to clean up too, and started dabbing between her legs. The tissue stained red was painful to see.
”This is quite convenient. Bloodstains are hard to remove, and using something you can throw away without regret is freeing. The texture is pleasant as well,” Taris observed.
Her comment came from the perspective of a servant who usually had to wash soiled linens. That thought crossed Kyle’s mind.
”Right? I developed it for the bathroom, but it’s useful in so many everyday situations,” Kyle said.
Honestly, there weren’t many things more useful than tissues-or harder to live without. From this world’s perspective, spending a fortune to develop soft paper for wiping your rear might seem eccentric. But for Kyle, who’d already lived in a world where tissues existed, they ranked high on the list of things he couldn’t manage without in daily life. In his past life, when they were so common he’d never given them a second thought…
Still, the sticky feeling between his legs didn’t just vanish after a few wipes. And today, his partner had been a virgin, with blood flowing-so the sensation lingered even more.
”Sorry, Taris-I got some on your clothes,” Kyle apologized.
”Don’t worry about it. I’ll take them off and wash them soon,” Taris replied.
”Actually, about that-I want to clean up too, so I’m heading to the bath. Want to come with me?” Kyle offered.
”Why would I?” Taris asked, arching an eyebrow.
”Ah, well… you know how I asked you to keep your clothes on? I still want to see you properly, Taris. Naked,” Kyle admitted.
”I see… haah,” Taris sighed.
We’re both heading to the bath anyway, so why not go together? Don’t you agree, everyone? Not that I didn’t have ulterior motives-like the soap land services from my past life, where you could fool around in the tub and maybe get a second round-but that’s neither here nor there.
”Very well. Then wait just a moment,” Taris said.
She said that with a look of genuine exasperation, fixed her underwear, and began searching the closet for sleepwear. In the meantime, Kyle fetched his own nightclothes from his room two doors down, grabbed the Magicraft Lantern, and led the way to the bathhouse with Taris in tow. Throughout that walk, Taris wore the same deeply displeased expression-but even so, she never once refused to join him.
_________________________To be continued
Trivia:
- Kyle’s past life references indicate he is a reincarnated individual from modern Japan, which explains his casual comparison of maid uniforms to cosplay culture.
- Taris’s use of “sir” and formal Victorian servant English contrasts sharply with Kyle’s casual internal narration, highlighting the social hierarchy between them.
- The Magicraft Lantern appears to be a magical light source that Kyle deliberately uses for his own visual gratification, suggesting it has no practical purpose beyond illumination.
- Taris’s “dead fish” passivity is explicitly contrasted with Flare’s implied embarrassment about lighting, suggesting Flare is more sexually aware and self-conscious.
- The repeated comparison of Taris’s underwear to Flare’s implies a class distinction in fabric quality, reinforcing Flare’s higher social status.
- Kyle’s self-awareness about his perverse behavior does not stop him, revealing a theme of rationalization overriding morality.
- The section break (◇◇◇◇) marks a clear scene transition, dividing Kyle’s visual inspection from his physical penetration attempt.
- Taris’s physical reactions (trembling, gasping, tension) contradict her verbal compliance, signaling her internal distress.
- Kyle’s reference to “soap land” reveals he was a customer in Japanese adult entertainment establishments in his previous life, establishing his sexual experience and transactional view of intimacy.
- The tissue paper development shows Kyle’s reincarnator knowledge being applied to solve everyday problems, a subtle worldbuilding element that grounds the fantasy setting.
- Taris’s Victorian servant dialect (Victorian servant English) creates an intentional class contrast with Kyle’s modern casual American speech, emphasizing the cultural and power dynamics between them.
- Kyle’s internal thought about tissues being irreplaceable in daily life is a rare moment of past-life nostalgia, highlighting his adaptation struggle despite his confident exterior.
- The phrase “beautiful, zombie-like sour-faced maid” recurs as a motif, suggesting Taris’s beauty is her primary recognized trait despite her perpetual displeasure.
- Taris’s agreement to bathe together despite visible reluctance demonstrates her duty-bound obedience, with her loyalty to House Regal overriding her personal discomfort.
- The blood on the tissue serves as a visceral confirmation of the loss of virginity, anchoring the emotional weight of the act beyond mere physical description.
Translation Notes:
1 ↩ Literally “carp on a cutting board.” A Japanese idiom meaning to be completely at someone’s mercy, without any ability to resist or escape. Rendered as “like a fish on a slab” to preserve the visceral imagery while making it accessible to US readers.
2 ↩ Literally “tuna.” In Japanese slang, this refers to a passive, unresponsive sexual partner who lies still like a dead fish. Rendered as “dead fish” which is the direct US equivalent in both meaning and register.
3 ↩ Japanese abbreviation for “concept café,” which in this context refers to maid cafés and cosplay-themed establishments where staff wear costumes for entertainment. The text itself provides the explanatory gloss, so the translation keeps that self-contained explanation.
4 ↩ Literally “weirdo slot” or “the weirdo position.” Rendered as “resident weirdo” to convey that Kyle has been socially categorized as an oddball within the household, a role he has accepted.
5 ↩ A Japanese verb with multiple meanings, here used in its crude sexual sense meaning “to fuck” or “to have sex with.” The text uses the kanji 犯 (to commit a crime) with furigana directing the reader to read it as “yaru” — a deliberate visual pun implying transgression. The translation uses direct language like “fuck” and “have her” to preserve the bluntness.