Chapter 29: The Maid’s New Uniform

“I was originally going to have you sleep in my room, but then I thought it might be too soon. I figured you wouldn’t be willing, so I prepared a separate room for you instead.”

Yuli’s words made Fran feel a bit awkward. ‘What was this person even thinking?’

‘Couldn’t they just keep those strange thoughts to themselves?’

The silver-haired girl grasped the doorknob, twisted it gently, and pushed the door open. She then led Fran into the room.

The room’s decor was simple, yet it exuded an undeniable elegance. A classical wooden bed was adorned with freshly delivered bedding, while pure white curtains hung by the window. Beside the window, an elmwood desk stood neatly.

It truly mirrored the style of the entire manor, not overtly grand or luxurious, but every corner radiated a sophisticated and harmonious ambiance. This was precisely the kind of aesthetic a meticulous girl like Yuli would appreciate.

All in all, Fran was quite pleased with the room.

He nodded, his gaze sweeping over the room’s contents once more. Then…

Uh…

What was with the black and white maid uniform casually tossed onto the bed? It was a super-short skirt style, too, accompanied by a pair of black over-the-knee socks.

Fran felt a sense of unease creeping in. Yet, turning to flee now hardly seemed like a suitable option. Ah, this…

Just as Fran sensed imminent trouble, Yuli chuckled behind him. She wrapped her hands around his waist, pushing him forward until they reached the bed.

Hmm…

Now, the situation was unequivocally wrong.

“Uh… ah, this…” Fran glanced at the maid uniform on the bed, a flicker of hope in his eyes. He cautiously inquired, “Is… is this Yuli’s outfit?”

“Indeed. To be precise, it’s the work uniform I prepared for Fran~”

Yuli gently pressed him down onto the bed. She then picked up the clothes lying there and held them up against him, seemingly gauging if the size would fit.

‘She had it custom-made based on the sizes of the clothes she’d bought for Fran at the clothing store. It should fit perfectly, right? Hmm, excellent~’

Fran’s expression grew troubled. He frantically ran a hand through his hair, then suddenly slapped his thigh as an idea struck him. He quickly concocted an excuse.

“Ah, haha, Sister Yuli, how about we just forget about it for now? I… I am a boy, after all. Wearing… wearing these kinds of clothes is quite embarrassing…”

“Oh?” Yuli, observing Fran’s flushed face, leaned in teasingly close to his ear and spoke.

“Then… why didn’t you refuse to wear a maid uniform when you were working at the tavern? Why didn’t it occur to you that you were a boy back then, hmm?”

“Ugh… well…” Fran pondered for a moment. He then stated, “Of course, if there’s a chance to avoid wearing it, I’d try to avoid it… wouldn’t you agree?”

“Is that so? Then you *must* wear it! Fran, you are my maid, you know. We can only be considered to have a master-servant relationship now, right? Can a master’s command be defied?”

Yuli put down the clothes, gently kneading Fran’s shoulders as she continued to tease him.

“Who… who said I was your servant…”

Fran turned his head away, a defiant look on his face. In his peripheral vision, Yuli’s pupils seemed to darken.

Hiss—

‘What was that?’

Fran was instantly startled. Yuli’s breathing grew rapid, and her gaze became increasingly morbid, subtly revealing a hint of possessiveness.

“Stand up!”

She commanded in a stern tone. Fran’s body trembled, and he shakily rose to his feet.

Yuli then sat down in the spot where Fran had been. Fran, compliant, stood before Yuli; they had switched places.

Observing Fran, now docile and standing before her, Yuli secretly swelled with pride.

‘Hmph, just as I thought. This little guy responds to toughness, not softness. All I have to do is put on a slightly firm demeanor, and he’s too scared to resist~’

‘Tsk, to dare deny our master-servant relationship! Today, I’ll make sure this little one understands their place!’

Fran, meanwhile, stood before her, trembling and grumbling inwardly.

‘Damn it, this foolish woman, how did she suddenly become so forceful?’

‘No, I’m not scared into obeying her. This is all about endurance, endurance!’

‘Endurance for future victory!’

‘A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years!’

Fran was musing over the wisdom of this ancient Eastern philosophical saying, fantasizing about how he would thoroughly teach Yuli a lesson once he no longer had to endure. ‘Hmm… should I spank her or flick her on the head?’

Suddenly, Yuli stared at Fran, a mysterious, wicked smile playing on her lips. She then pointed at him and said,

“Call me Master!”

“Dame da yo.”

Fran, trembling, blurted out another phrase he’d once heard in an Eastern language, leaving Yuli utterly bewildered.

Hmm…

‘Although I don’t know what that means, it’s clear they’re refusing me.’

Yuli continued, a hint of helplessness in her voice, “You’re the maid I captured, you know. Since you’re working at the manor, and I am the manor’s owner, calling me Master is only proper, isn’t it?”

“Uh…”

Fran found it difficult to argue. ‘Was it really like that?’

‘Hmm…’

‘Well, fine then…’

“Master…”

He whispered, a blush creeping up his neck.

‘Ugh… endurance, it’s all for the undercover mission.’

“Ehehe, little Fran is so cute~” A satisfied Yuli chuckled triumphantly. She picked up the clothes from the bed again, waved them in front of Fran, and boasted,

“Aren’t they pretty? I meticulously chose them, using only the finest fabric, and had them custom-made to your exact size. Don’t worry, I’ve prepared plenty of outfits for you, all little dresses~ You’re sure to love them~”

‘I truly… thank you so much.’

Fran’s face fell into a grimace, forcing an awkward smile as he nodded silently.

“Alright then, let’s start changing clothes. First~ Fran, take off all your current clothes~”

‘Why could this Teuton idiot always utter such perverse things with a smile?’

Fran looked at Yuli in despair. It seemed she had no intention of leaving.

Clinging to a sliver of hope, he questioned her.

“Um, wouldn’t… wouldn’t you mind stepping out for a moment?”

“Step out? Step out for what?” Yuli looked utterly bewildered. “Doesn’t every inch of little Fran’s delicate body belong to me? Why should I avert my gaze from my own possessions?”

“I don’t recall ever agreeing to any kind of servitude with you!” Fran cried out in exasperation.

The other party, hearing this, let out a cold laugh. The gleam in her eyes diminished by a noticeable degree.

“Oh? Is that so? It hardly matters, does it? You’ll be mine sooner or later, regardless! Speaking of which, does this idiotic maid in front of me not have hands? Why can’t they take off their own clothes? Do I need the Purburg station’s torture implements to lend a hand? Oh dear, that would be quite painful, wouldn’t it?”

Hiss—

Fran was instantly stunned with fright. ‘This woman… something was seriously wrong with this woman!’

‘Wait a minute…’

‘But, upon closer thought, she *did* work in intelligence. Torture implements… they might actually be relevant.’

‘And her morbid attitude towards him… this…’

Fran began to suspect she wasn’t joking anymore.

Ugh…

Finally, a naked Fran crouched on the floor. Beside him, all the clothes he had just removed were neatly folded into a perfect square.

Yuli smiled, her gaze fixed on the neatly folded panties at the very top of the pile.

“So sensible, little Fran~. Next, it’s Master’s turn to help you get dressed~”