Chapter 108: Annie's Compensation!
"Compensation? What kind of compensation?"
Luke wrapped both arms around Annie's slender waist, holding her steady.
"So, do you like gyarus?"
Annie blinked at him.
Luke did not know why she was asking, but he still explained the contrast he found appealing in Miura Yumiko.
"Gyarus? They're fine, I guess. An innocent gyaru seems pretty nice."
The corners of Annie's lips rose slightly.
She braced herself on either side of his legs and lifted her body until she was looking down at him.
Planting both palms against the red sofa behind his head, Annie lowered her face. Her shadow fell over him beneath the room's light.
From this distance, Luke could smell the orange-scented body wash on her.
Annie slipped one hand around the side of his neck and lightly held him there.
"This is… school bullying."
The modern action-oriented maid, Annie Leonhart, began her newest experiment.
"Hm?"
Luke froze and looked at Annie's beautiful face.
'If this is what school bullying is like…'
Annie slowly undid the top buttons of his shirt one by one, her slender fingers brushing against his skin as she parted the fabric and exposed his chest.
She leaned down and rested her forehead against his bare skin, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
'Mine is probably beating like this too.'
She raised her head, her lashes trembling slightly as she met her master's lowered gaze. Her hand slipped around the side of his neck, thumb brushing lightly along his jaw.
"Give me… your second button. Otherwise, y-you'll regret it."
Annie lightly held his chin and exposed his neck, her warm breath brushing across it in slow, deliberate strokes.
"I'll give it to you! Please spare my life."
Luke cooperated.
After all, the shirt had cost nine pounds and fifteen pence…
No.
It had cost less than four thousand yen. If it was damaged, so be it. He wore it at home during summer, so leaving the top buttons open would not matter.
Luke pulled off the second button and placed it in Annie's hand.
Annie tightly closed her fingers around the black button and happily accepted it.
"Mm."
Not knowing how the scene was supposed to continue, Annie simply leaned into his embrace.
Although she did this every day, a warm sense of comfort and attachment still rose inside her.
"That's it?"
Luke looked speechlessly at Annie in his arms.
"Mm."
Annie hummed contentedly and made no further move.
Luke became even more speechless.
'You stopped right there?'
He had expected some strange continuation where she treated that sort of thing as bullying, but this was all he got.
One button had been enough to satisfy Annie.
His maid was far too easy to please.
Still, the second button was closest to the heart, so it represented sincere feelings.
Luke patted his hopeless maid and asked, "Do you want one too, Mikasa?"
Whenever he bought something, he usually prepared two copies just in case.
"Yes."
Mikasa immediately answered from the side.
"I also want you to wear it first, then pull it off for me personally."
"Then wait a little."
Luke smoothed the golden hair tied behind the catlike girl in his arms. Annie's arms were already tightly wrapped around him.
Her warm breathing spread across his chest, then gradually cooled with the room's air.
Perhaps it was Annie's words, or the mix of warmth and coolness.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
His heartbeat grew faster.
Hearing it accelerate, Annie's lips curved in satisfaction. She placed a hand over his chest and relaxed completely.
Then Luke remembered the things he had bought.
"Oh, right. I bought two maid outfits."
He shifted the small Annie aside and pulled two purchased sets from the bags.
An apron.
Cloth wristbands, a collar, and leg bands.
A headband.
A black short-sleeved dress.
He had also bought two pairs of Mary Jane shoes on the clerk's recommendation.
These were anime-style maid outfits, quite different from simple traditional maid uniforms.
They had more rows of buttons, white ruffled trim, and a more fitted, decorative design.
Still, they were not the overly revealing kind intended purely for suggestive play.
Mikasa and Annie held the outfits up and studied them carefully.
Although they were called maids, neither had actually worn this kind of maid uniform before. They looked curiously at the unfamiliar clothes.
"I wanted to buy Victorian-style maid uniforms, but I couldn't find any."
Luke spoke honestly.
Such a huge shopping center did not even carry traditional maid outfits.
Terrible rating.
"These are fine too…"
Annie murmured.
An idea occurred to her, and she turned around and entered the bedroom to search through her belongings.
Rustling sounds came from inside.
Luke looked over curiously, but he could not see what she was doing.
Mikasa remained where she was instead of changing. She waited until Annie emerged from the bedroom.
Annie now wore the black-and-white maid dress, the fitted fabric hugging the gentle curves of her waist and hips.
She had added the neat white gloves that reached her wrists and the matching thigh-high stockings held by delicate garters.
Under the soft evening light, the outfit suited her pale hair and blue eyes surprisingly well, the contrast making her fair skin appear even more luminous.
"How do I look?"
Annie pinched both sides of the skirt and lightly turned once before him. The hem spread outward like a flower, revealing a glimpse of the white stockings and the smooth line of her thighs.
"Beautiful."
Luke clapped lightly and answered with certainty.
She truly looked good. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion matched the black-and-white dress perfectly, the fitted bodice and short skirt accentuating her slender figure.
Luke then shifted his gaze toward Mikasa.
"I prepared some things for you too," Annie told her.
"Mm."
Mikasa nodded and entered the bedroom, taking along the accessories Annie had prepared.
Annie looked back at Luke.
"Why did you buy clothes like these?"
They had never done this kind of role-play before.
Before he could answer, Annie smiled.
"Then again, Master has reached the age when he wants to crawl under a maid's skirt."
"I…"
Luke stared at her speechlessly.
"What kind of statement is that? I'm not some leftover feudal noble. I don't have a strange habit of crawling under maid skirts."
"Is it because you're too tall to fit?"
Annie smiled sweetly.
"Oh?"
Luke grabbed Annie's waist through the fitted dress and pulled her onto his lap.
This maid was becoming increasingly unruly.
If he did not apply the family rules, where would his authority go?
Luke gave Annie a light, playful punishment for provoking him.
He lifted the black skirt of her maid outfit, revealing the gartered white stockings that hugged her pale thighs and the delicate lace-patterned underwear beneath.
His hand slid higher, fingers brushing against the warm skin and the thin fabric between her legs.
"So instead of crawling under the skirt, you simply pull your maid onto your lap?"
Annie continued teasing him without restraint, her voice slightly breathless.
"You really talk too much."
Luke rolled his eyes and pressed his palm more firmly against her, moving in slow, deliberate motions. Annie covered her mouth, trying to suppress her soft sounds as her legs tensed around him.
After teasing her for a while, Luke stopped.
Annie relaxed, then raised her head in confusion.
"Hm? That's all?"
"How could I actually hurt you?"
Luke answered as though it were obvious.
"Wouldn't a little more make it exciting?"
Couples sometimes used playful physical teasing as a way of growing closer.
"But this is punishment. Do you think I'm entertaining you? You're imagining too much."
Luke knew Annie too well. She was weak but always eager to provoke him. He would not fall for it.
So whenever Annie expected him to continue, he deliberately stopped, leaving her frustrated and confused. Annie stared at him through slightly unfocused eyes, her breathing uneven.
Luke revealed a satisfied smile.
This technique was called:
Stop—right—there.
Use the maid's own tactics against the maid.
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