Chapter 30: The Maid’s Embarrassing Makeover

“Come on, sweetie, sit on big sister’s lap. I’ll change your clothes for you.”

“Mm…”

Fran, his face flushed, pitiful and helpless, obediently followed Yuli’s instructions.

‘Damn it, what kind of humiliating game is this?’

Being held by that girl on her lap felt truly awful. ‘And is it just me, or is the room a little cold?’

“Hmm, which piece of clothing should we start with? Hmm…”

Adelie pondered for a moment, then slowly stated, “Of course, we should start with underwear, shouldn’t we? Hmm… but does Fran really need to wear this?”

Fran gazed at the bra in Yuli’s hand, protesting with a helpless sob, “I’ve never worn anything like this my whole life! There’s no need for it…”

“Ah, well…” Yuli considered this with a troubled expression. She gently pinched Fran’s chest, then teased, “But Fran’s little cherries are already… *hiss*. Is it because you’re a bit cold without clothes on?”

“Mm… don’t… don’t touch them…”

Hearing the boy’s shy voice, Yuli smiled faintly. “It’s probably better to wear them after all, isn’t it? How can you be a ‘maid’ if you don’t wear them?”

Yuli expertly slipped it onto Fran, fastened it at the back, and declared, “Done!”

‘Ugh…’

Fran’s heart screamed for help in despair. ‘Save me… This is truly the first time in my life I’ve worn underwear meant for girls…’

“Next up, hmm… the top~ and the skirt?”

Yuli deftly dressed Fran. Although Fran sitting on her lap made the movements a bit awkward, it was, how should one put it…

…particularly amusing for Yuli.

Occasionally, she would seize the chance to brush against Fran’s body, causing him to blush furiously, looking as if he wished to flee in embarrassment. Yuli watched, feeling an inexplicable surge of delight within her.

‘How wonderful~’

Once both pieces of clothing were on, Fran clutched at the skirt, feeling an unsettling coolness on his backside.

‘Was it from being cold earlier, or is this skirt simply too short?’

Yuli, however, seemed unconcerned by such trivialities. She turned her head, her gaze falling upon the last remaining item on the bed: a pair of black over-the-knee socks. Then, she instructed Fran, who was still nestled in her arms:

“Fran, lift your leg.”

“Eh?”

Fran felt a wave of embarrassment, the reasons for which were difficult to articulate. To lift his leg now… ‘Ugh…’

Yet, Yuli’s hand was already resting on his thigh. With no other choice, Fran lifted one leg, suspending it in mid-air. Yuli picked up a sock, gently slipped it onto Fran’s foot, and then smoothly pulled it upwards.

The sock stretched, elegantly outlining the boy’s perfect leg shape. Yuli couldn’t resist stroking his thigh two more times.

“How lovely, Fran. Your legs are so slender and long, so fair and smooth, without a single hair. Are you truly not a fake boy? I feel like my own legs are being outshone by yours~”

Hearing Yuli’s compliments, Fran couldn’t help but interject, “Um… actually, I think Yuli’s legs are… are very beautiful too. And besides, I *am* a boy!”

“Pfft, I know~”

With a chuckle, Yuli slipped a sock onto Fran’s other foot. She seemed quite absorbed in the action, though Fran couldn’t fathom why.

With everything settled and Fran successfully clad in the maid outfit, Yuli proudly shook her head.

‘Hmm~’

‘Wait?’

‘Hold on, did I… forget something?’

Yuli furrowed her brow and glanced at the clothes laid out on the bed once more.

It was then that she noticed, tucked beneath the socks, an inconspicuous… pair of blue and white striped panties.

“Oh~ so there’s still this left to put on, I forgot~” Yuli leaned close to Fran’s ear, smiling playfully. “You’re impossible, Fran. Your master will continue helping you get dressed.”

‘Ugh… no, don’t make it sound like I forgot, or like I’m begging you to help me get dressed.’

Fran ranted in despair. So consumed was he by his internal complaints that for a moment, he even forgot his current predicament… which was, in fact, quite perilous.

Just moments ago, Fran had, due to Yuli’s continuous teasing and the stimulation of this cross-dressing game, fallen into a rather awkward and urgent state.

And it hadn’t subsided even now.

Now, Yuli was on the verge of discovering his predicament!

‘But there’s absolutely no way to escape…’

‘Ugh…’

Fran simply gave up, closing his eyes and trembling. Yuli glanced at Fran, then…

…burst out laughing.

“Fran~ How can I help you put on your panties if you’re like this?” Yuli teased, feigning ignorance.

“No… mm-hmm… don’t…”

Fran kept his eyes shut, feeling his forehead grow hot with shame. ‘Save me, what kind of execution is this?’

“Hmm? Don’t want what? How can you not wear panties? You’re impossible, Fran. Come on, calm down, you little silly~”

Yuli continued her teasing with keen interest. “If you really can’t manage, why not ask your master for help? I’d be reluctantly willing to help Fran cool down quickly.”

“I’m not a boiling kettle, wuwu… And Yuli, what exactly are you trying to do? I… I don’t understand…”

Fran whimpered his words, yet his body showed no inclination to calm down. Instead, under Yuli’s fervent gaze, it seemed to grow even more emboldened.

“Oh, it’s alright~ Your master won’t look down on Fran, because… Fran is so fair and tender, with not a single hair, looking utterly adorable~”

“Now, little Fran, remember this: from now on, you’re not allowed to have fun by yourself around me. If you want to have fun, you must come to your master, me. Understood? Come on, get ready to make some cute sounds, just like this~”

Yuli reached out, intending to go further. Fran, realizing something was amiss, struggled desperately. Startled, Yuli released him. Fran then stood up, clutching his chest, and whimpered:

“No, please, Sister Yuli, I really can’t take any more. Let me go.”

“Sigh~” Yuli shook her head, a hint of disappointment in her expression. “What a shy child,” she murmured, then cleared her throat.

She, too, had gotten a little carried away. Once Fran had escaped her embrace, a moment of silence passed between them before Yuli finally regained a measure of her composure.

‘Hiss—’

Yuli began to ponder. ‘What’s going on? Why did I act so much like a villainess this time?’

She rose from the bed, took two deep breaths, and then… her face flushed crimson.

Post-blush, Yuli’s mind was a tangled mess. It was filled with images of Fran’s adorable appearance from moments ago, and the overwhelming desire to push him down right then and there.

‘No, I can’t be like this. I’ll scare Fran away.’

In fact, the little guy seemed to already be terrified of her.

Yuli reflected on her actions, concluding that… well… she had been far too impatient.

After calming herself, she pointed out the remaining items in the room to Fran.

“This is the wardrobe; it has plenty of clothes I prepared for you. See if any don’t fit. And over here are two nightstands where you can put things. Mm… just tell me if you need anything else.”

‘Hmm…’

Fran, however, offered no reaction whatsoever.

‘Had she teased him into a stupor?’

Yuli couldn’t take it anymore. Fearing she might lose control, she ran to the door, her face flushed, pushed it open, and glanced back at Fran, who was silently picking up the panties, preparing to put them on. Then…

…she closed the door.

She rushed back to her own room, covering her face.

Lyon, who had just been about to go upstairs to discuss something with her, watched her, utterly bewildered.

‘What’s with that girl…?’

‘What happened?’